Water Wolf Novels & Stories

And that's when a brilliant idea strikes my mind. The water....it can cover scents...what if it can also cover heat to some extent? Plus I was really thirsty. With tired limbs,I struggled to move towards the stream. Vary of every little noise, coming around me. 30 minutes into the rogue lands. And I sees it finally. A river flooding with water. Jumping into it, my wolf form immediately freezes under the - ve temperature of the water. My brown coat darkening as my body shivered. But I didn't cared.

Three rogue wolves rushed towards Alpha Clause and I, and I recognized one as the one Alpha Clause described as Alpha Ross, the Alpha that went rogue. He was a black wolf with a white scar the shape of lightning under his left eyelid. He together with a brown wolf attacked Alpha Clause, leaving me unprotected for the smaller wolf that was ash in color to attack me. They might have thought that I was weak and that was why they had only one small wolf attack me, but I was strong and I would show them. I threw a kick at the wolf's jaw and he reared back, letting out a loud growl both in pain and anger.

TALIA “No!” I cried. “We have to find your fingers! She spit them out!” “The water is freezing, and they’ve probably been taken downstream by now. Sara’s the only werewolf I know who can swim long distances in freezing water—long enough to find fingers in a huge river. And the water will have carried away the scent anyway.” He looked defeated, tears brimming his eyes. “I will find them,” I said resolutely.

As she looked across the clearing it was filled with wolves, black, brown, grey, sable, and one lone white wolf. He was immense and stood on the precipice, watching those below. A black wolf that was just as big approached and stood by his side. They exchanged glances and looked in her direction. She had to side step to avoid being bowled over by the gigantic black panther that barreled past her on her way to the top of the bluff. She rubbed her body along the side of the white wolf. She purred as he licked her head.

No. This wolf is massive. Towering. Her brown fur gleams like polished bronze in the moonlight. Her muscles ripple with strength, her body steady, imposing. Her eyes blaze red, deep and burning like twin embers ready to consume. Her lips curl back in a vicious snarl, revealing sharp fangs — long, glistening, dripping with saliva. Her breath huffs out in heavy puffs, each exhale filled with purpose. Her paws strike the earth with thunderous certainty. The ground feels smaller beneath her weight.

Together, they would thrive in the vibrant wilderness—dashing through thick underbrush, splashing joyfully in crystal-clear streams, and ascending gentle hills that undulated like the soothing waves of the sea. Among the pack, one wolf captivated Aria’s heart unlike any other. Luna, a sleek and powerful black female, embodied a playful spirit that was utterly irresistible. Her glossy fur shimmered like obsidian under the golden rays of the sun, and her mere presence enveloped Aria in a comforting blanket of joy. Luna possessed an uncanny knack for making Aria laugh, whether it was through her whimsical lunges or her graceful leaps that showcased her agility and spirit. In Luna's company, Ari

The Solar Eclipse Pack was a small pack that consisted of about 500 wolves and 100 of them were warriors. they were located in the rural parts of Virginia, more specific closer to Marion, Virginia. They have been fighting other packs around them for months,because they were the smallest pack of the packs around them. Those fight were more for territory over anything else. The strongest of any of the packs around them was the Blood Lust pack. All they cared about was power and territory.

When they weren't breaking any rules by being on no man's land, they were also extremely hostile. I had tried countless times to just speak to them, to get answers. It wasn't normal for so many rogues to be in one area, and their numbers were growing by the day. Rogues usually had a wild and territorial side that didn't like other wolves, even other rogues near them. Once a wolf went fully rogue, whether by choice or from banishment, its animal would start to take over. Even if they chose to live among humans in unclaimed territory, the lack of a pack would weaken them until either their wolf died or their wolf overpowered their human counterpart.

The werewolf came, its feet hitting the ground mercilessly as its hands joined in its movement. It broke out from the woods, tearing off the leaves of the trees with less effort, and growling at the sight of the man. “You can't take anyone from my family.!” Mark grinned as he shifted under the bright moonlight. His bones cracked, and his skin stretched beyond its limits, tearing to become as tough as that of a wolf. He growled at the phantom, just as the phantom growled at him. Like two behemoths, they collided, and the green grasses on the ground fell victim to their battle.

"What's that?" "What's what? Oh, the wolf?"