Walten Files Witch Sheep Novels & Stories

A flock of sheep suddenly appeared, bleating softly as they crossed the road, their woolly bodies a stark contrast to the barren landscape. Alice's wolf stirred within her, its hunger pangs growing more insistent with each passing moment. But she suppressed the urge to give in, channeling her anger and determination to keep her appetite in check. She had bigger fish to fry, and her focus remained fixed on the revenge she sought. The sheep disappeared into the distance, leaving behind an eerie silence, and Alice's thoughts returned to the plan she had set in motion. Just then, a large truck with a covered carriage drove towards them from behind. Alice's eyes lit up as she figured they could h

I order my packmate, watching as he looks down at the floor in guilt. “I know, Alpha, and I am sorry. But I got word from the wolves at the warehouse—they cracked the files. We can finally see what the hunters were doing with their attempts to breed a wolf–witch hybrid,” Greggory explains, his excitement quickly dissolving any frustration I felt. “We got access?” I ask, and Greggory nods enthusiastically.

The one that leads them is a she-wolf, a bitch from the seventh hell The man in the green cloak said, "I heard how this hellwitch walked into a village one day . . . a market day, people everywhere, and she walks in bold as you please and tears a baby from his mother's arms. When the tale reached Lord Mooton, him and his sons swore they'd put an end to her. They tracked her to her lair with a pack of wolfhounds, and barely escaped with their skins. Not one of those dogs came back, not one.

She the she-wolf frustrated. “Okay, it’s getting late and I promise, we will find something to help your alpha and get everything back to normal again. But for now, I want each one of us to find out everything we can about witches, where we could possibly find them, everything!” Anita said and the two agreed. She bit them temporary goodbye as they planned on meeting the following then she shifted into her silver wolf and ran into the forest going back to her mansion.

I could feel my wolf stirring beneath the surface, agitated by Hero's constant interference. My comment was met with complete silence. I gently placed the radio on the table. “It seems a wolf named Stephen tragically killed his siblings. Now, he's searching for any information he can find about the man who murdered them.” "A wolf named Stephen?" Hana repeated slowly, her voice laced with disbelief. "Are you serious right now?” "Oh, I almost forgot to tell you something important," Finna said, coming back from the kitchen. "Hana here, she was Stephen's witch.”

“That was some impressive magic. I really thought that log was my cousin.” She smiles, “with you wolves it’s all about scent. If I can get the scent right I can have you thinking this chair is your mate.” I narrow my eyes at her and think I need a password with Jenn so we don’t have any mix ups. “Did you work with Anna and Kelvin Killgon?” I ask directly. No need to beat about the bush. She straightened her back and held her head high. “No, but I know the witch who did. The Coven expelled her for her actions, we have treaties with werewolves and we want to keep them. The witch you seek has already been disposed of by the witch high priests.”

Lola asked, her hands dropping onto the table surface. "By seven in the morning, the file was fully verified," I muttered, my voice dropping lower as I read the text lines. "The worker is not a packless wolf at all. She is a retired intelligence wolf from an allied territory." "What is her name, Williams?" "Her name is Maren," I responded, pointing my finger at the official registry stamp on the screen. "She retired from the active unit three years ago during the winter session." "Does the file list her previous contracts?"

Aside from the soot marks on the walls, there was no sign of a fire or anything like that. By there was a witch. She stood at the stone altar where Wendy was almost sacrificed. "Just as I expected." She said as we walked in. "You wolves are nothing but a gathering of rabid dogs. All brawn and no fucking brains. All you're good for is waving big muscles around." "I'm going to kill you." I spat. "Will you?" She cackled. She began to spin magic, dark clouds surrounded her and swirled around her hands. "Let's see you try and stop this."

If a wolf could leer, he was. They ran for miles through the meadow and the nearby woods. She was fast, but he was much faster. He let her think she could get away from him, but every time she thought she had lost him, he was close on her heels. He could see she was tiring. He didn't want to wear her out. Not this way anyway. He decided it was time to end this and caught up with her quickly. They ran side by side for a few strides and then he started bumping her body, to slow her down. She finally slowed to a walk and he walked to her side and nipped her neck. She gave a yip and jumped away. He walked up to her again, this time grabbing her neck and growling. She rolled over onto her back an

Her hands shook as she inspected the wound, for she feared witches more than anything else. “This bite is a deep one,” noted the Salutary, “I fear that it will most definitely cause her to turn.” The Salutary didn’t want to say it, but she knew that a witch had never before been able to successfully turn into a wolf, but she said nothing so as not to frighten Leah even more.