Water Wolf Novels & Stories

I focus a bit more and notice that one of the wolves is Sylas; he has to be fighting Laslo. Sylas is a huge gray wolf, bigger than Laslo’s white wolf. Laslo’s wolf is swiping at Sylas, and his claws connect here and there. Sylas twists his body and kicks Laslo’s wolf, sending it flying into a tree. Laslo’s wolf lays at the base of the tree, sprawled out. Sylas marches to the tree base and hovers over Laslo’s wolf, snarling and biting. His jaw reaches over and grabs at the white wolf’s neck.

The fur that adorned my wolf's form was not just any color—it was a pure, pristine white. Whispers rippled through the pack, carried on the wind like a sacred secret revealed. The legend of the white wolf echoed in their murmurs, a tale passed down through generations. It was said that a white wolf possessed a unique power, a healing ability that transcended the bounds of ordinary werewolves. They were believed to be chosen, destined to bring solace and aid to those in need.

Damien's POV As I approached my car, my eyes fell upon the reflection in the window – a magnificent creature that I knew was now a part of me. A black wolf stood before me, sleek and powerful, its fur glistening under the moonlight. Two distinct white spots adorned each side of its abdomen, like silent companions in the darkness. A single grey patch on its forehead added an air of mystery to its already enchanting presence. I couldn't help but admire the wolf before me. Its form exuded strength, grace, and an untamed beauty that resonated deep within me. The wolf's eyes, a brilliant shade of amber, held a certain wisdom and understanding, as if it had been waiting for me all along.

The wolves surrounded him, ready to take his life as they were commanded not to leave any survivors except the Alpha's daughter. Then, two wolves burst from the shadows and suddenly started attacking the rogues. One was a huge black wolf, twice the size of all the other wolves, and the other was a brown wolf. The huge black wolf’s eyes gleamed red, symbolizing that he was an Alpha, but that wasn't what made the rogues fear him—the mark on the wolf's face made them recognize him as Alpha Kayden and without waiting, they all took to their heels.

Their gazes meet, and something silent passes between them. Kian’s agitation fades just a little. He growls, then stomps off across the grass. Frost inclines his head for me to follow. “We are wolves,” he says, falling into step beside me—close, but not close enough for my wolf to lose her mind. “But not normal wolves,” I clarify. Malix laughs from Frost’s other side. “What the hell is a ‘normal’ wolf?” “Canis lupus,” Frost replies evenly. “Commonly known as the gray wolf, or the timber wolf. A member of the Canidae family that occupies much of the northern hemisphere.”

They each gave us a brief story of how they lived before coming to the Brightwater Pack, and they were all touching. The first wolf, Gasper, was only 17 years old. He was separated from the pack and his family when he was just a baby, and was raised by humans in Britain. It was quite obvious since he had a thick British accent. He said he always knew he was different, having heightened senses and great anger issues. Even though he didn't know it yet, his wolf was working even before he became alive in him.

The silhouette stopped near a river and a white wolf emerged looking around surveying its surroundings. The unusual large wolf was a she-wolf, with a tattoo of fire under her paw. Everyone in her pack complemented her on her flawless white fur, it was the rarest appearance ever seen on the planet. Her sharp eyes scrutinizing the area depicted her overflowing presence making the small creatures run in fear.

Their leader is a black wolf with blue eyes, and he wants to stand on the high cliff and declare war on his opponent. The Red Wolve did not dare to stop but only dared to lean to the side. Wolves usually have gray and yellow fur, but with wolves having white, black, and red fur is very special. The black wolf that received the order to distract Windy was just a wolf with yellow fur because to distract the opponent, he disguised himself to look like Ezra.

I replied to him but as soon as I spelled the name ‘Paul’, I gasped. “What happened? What is it?” Karien inquired as he saw me gasped all of sudden. I looked at him and asked, “Do you remember what was the shade of the wolf fur, and how big was he?” “He had slightly golden brown, white-colored mix fur and not so big as I saw a werewolf in movies. I don’t think he was a strong wolf but he was there attacking those two guys before I got there and he ran off as soon as he saw me” He said recollecting the memories of last night.

Miranda sneered in her serious mum tone. "Fair enough." Alpha Gray chuckled. "Nueva is an Ice Wolf. Something incredibly rare." Miranda's eyes widened, and she turned towards Nueva. "Is this true?" Nueva met her unwavering stare and nodded. "I am afraid so. This afternoon we got attacked, and I turned into a beast," she sniffled. Miranda immediately wrapped her arms around her. "I killed another wolf because my bite is poisonous to other werewolves", she sobbed into the crock of her mum's neck. Miranda stroked her back to comfort her.