Willing Wolf Soul Novels & Stories

he asked reluctantly, but His sister Stephanie immediately interrupted Hailey, just before she could answer “Hey Stephen, that is not an appropriate question, “ Stephanie said as she fixed her glance on Stephen “It is fine actually, “ Hailey replied “I am, just like you guys,” she further said as she reached out to their arms and grabbed them softly. “We do not get to meet a lot of wolves out here these days,” Stephen said “most of them are even scared of coming out at all,” he said with his eyebrows lowered and pulled close together and the corner of his eyebrows angled upwards. The look of sadness filled his face. “I am new to Manhattan, but I have come to change that,” Hailey said with an

We will have our mate. The wolf of a witch like mine isn't a traditional wolf-like those gifted to the weres. My wolf is cobbled together from bits and pieces of other wolves, carved from the souls of Moon Wolves. We don't stitch a complete soul to a witch's body anymore because a single soul can often overpower the host. But a cobbled soul like mine cannot because it has too many parts to have a single voice strong enough to resist my will.

Michael Whitlock POV; Spirit walkers are powerful among other wolf packs. This is one of the first things that they learn at a young age, and as they grow older it becomes more common. They could destroy entire armies in the blink of an eye and still stand proudly, as if they were never even in the field to begin with. They are not only strong but also smart; they are very well trained and have excellent senses. They can sense a person' location from miles away. There is something else they can do which is much more dangerous to humanoids.

He'd abandoned them to fend for themselves, and she'd met her soul mate. Uncle Hrothgar lunged at Cindon once more, this time splitting his neck in two like Lucian had done to Crassus. No one moved for some minutes, the grays observing what the red wolf did next and the reds looking at Lucian. "My younger brother, Leidolf." Ravena rose and nodded to the red wolf who was standing near to Bruin's body. "And, of course, Uncle Hrothgar." She made a motion to the other.

He finally spoke,his voice filled with indifference. His uncaring attitude shattered something in me. A surge of emotion swam through me, betrayal,heartbreak,rage. I heard several gasps as a sudden light erupted within me,surging through my veins like wildfire.. My body trembled as the sudden change took over me,every muscle twisting and reshaping as power and pain collided. I gasped,my scream shifting into a low growl. When the light faded,I stood there on four legs,although I was smaller than most wolves,my red fur shimmered with an ethereal glow,and my eyes burned with defiance. The crowd stared,And for the first time,I felt whole.

And we- he looked at his sister- we decided from the first day we saw you that you would be one of us- The knife in Izen's hands fell to the ground with a rumbling sound. -What are you saying?- Izen's hands began to shake at the loud statement. Saying those words so easily was no game, a wolf could make a verbal pact just by saying them so they were not used lightly. A numbing heat ran through his spine- You cannot claim the same person, you are crazy, we are wolves and that is a basic principle, we are dominant, we never allow anyone to touch what belongs to us-

Mom, Dad she called out slowly to them moving close in their direction. By the time she found them they had already transformed into werewolves it's wasn't easy, controlling them as wolves, to make them go under the basement, she tried all she could but failed then she said to them, "I don't care how aggressive you are towards me, you know you can't hurt me because I am also a young wolf, just like you are a werewolf from one pack, I can control you, as been a young she-wolf, I will do anything to make sure you don't cause any harm to others."

She had to be losing her mind. She looked down at the book again and carefully turned the page. "As only a few mythical creatures can claim," she read, "werewolves have been described throughout different parts of the world for centuries. In the last century, several werewolf sightings have been recorded. The werewolf legend has spread across borders, even across seas and oceans. The shapeshifter wolf has the ability to change form at any time. Aggressive energy or anger may increase the likelihood of causing an unintentional transformation, so such shifters are cautioned to practice extreme discipline and self-control. Black and white werewolves, particularly, are also able to maintain the

he commented, as if he were talking about the weather. “I don’t quite understand it.” I frowned. “Are we all some kind of reincarnation?” “Of course not,” he denied, smiling. “It is easier to explain than you think. Wolves, like me and your wolf, are the essence of the soul. You, like Sienna and Leonel, have totally different personalities. You can see us as a spiritual guide, if you prefer. We are only a guide, a support for when you feel lost. When you believe that your wolf takes control, it is actually your instinct that does. One day, you too will reincarnated. Your wolf and your mate’s wolf will be together again. Is that how it works.”

"It's been ten moon cycles now. Ten is the number of rebirth. If her wolf did not come back, she is too far gone and there is nothing we can do. I'd hoped otherwise, but continuing to try would be theft on my part. I even checked her wolf's location in the death realm, and she was so close, practically through the veil. If she couldn't step through when she was so close, well, pardon my phrasing, but it's much like beating a dead wolf to keep trying." Tears dropped freely, splattering onto the skirt of the maxi dress I was wearing, and I quickly brought my hands to my eyes, trying to wipe them away. "That potion you give to Gigi to drink," Tyce asked, "what does it do?" "It slices open Gigi'