Willow Wolf Novels & Stories

Quill answered. Without replying to him, Howard was staring at the willow tree that was standing by the river as it was bending down to it. The tree looked so weak like it would break if the wind hit it when the truth is they never bend! Except for its sorrowful state, it's strong enough to defeat the wind.

Every wolf looked forward to their 18th birthday, it was when their wolf would fully awaken and the search for their soulmate began. Gerwulf only gave a short laugh," Eloise I have a bad feeling about tonight.... maybe my mate is going to reject me? I'm a bastard, I was born with bad luck." He ran a hand through his blood red hair, the only thing that gave him away as a hybrid. Only somebody born of a witch could have such a color. "My claim to being a future alpha is... well, it's nonexistent. Even if I bare the mark, Hylda will always fight for either Keifer or Delmar to succeed. What could I possibly offer somebody?" Eloise frowned hard, trying her best to stay happy for him. It was her j

The wolf jumped again towards the Cursed until they were slammed into a tree. Hugo's breath jolted out, his gaze turned angry. Aryadi grunted in front of his enemy's face while sticking his claws into the man's chest. Hugo shouted out once. His body trembled for a moment before yawning and quickly turning into a wolf in red fur. Aryadi the black wolf gave a startled voice. Hugo took advantage of that split second by throwing the wolf Aryadi's body. Aryadi was thrown several fathoms while Hugo stood tall in his form as a wolf proudly.

My heartbeats are racing so fast. It took me for a minute before I could utter some words. Willow was still crying, kneeling on his knees. “H-how, did that happen? Why did you kill her?” I asked and Willow lifted his chin to stare at me deep into my eyes. “Last night in the forest. I was strolling through the forest to make sure that no enemies were there, when I accidentally met a wolf. She attacked me and I killed her. It was late for me to find out that she was my mate when she already shifted into her human form.”

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.

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.

What is her gift? - We, by virtue of nature, cannot freely communicate with animals, they are afraid of us, - she began to explain, - and werewolves with such a gift not only approach any animals calmly, but also feel their life streams. For example, you can say that your head hurts, show where it hurts, and werewolves with such a gift feel it. They are excellent veterinarians and are highly valued at our fur farms. In our flock, sable, arctic fox, marten, ermine are bred. A very profitable business. I still don't get what's wrong? A wonderful gift, - but I thought to myself that I don’t have a gift at all.

I stand slowly and reveal my position in front and to the right of her slowly just as a deep angry growl sounds from her in warning. This is going to be interesting. Anders is probably right – I’m about to get my ass bit. ---- Willow I watch as a large dark grey wolf with bright blue eyes slowly stands from where it was hiding in the undergrowth of a bush. I’ve never had a wolf in my territory before and need to warn it off now, so I can get back to the cabin to get Dad inside.

Liza asked, glancing over. "Just needed a moment," Willow replied, her eyes drifting to the horizon. One of the Northern wolves, a young male named Fazza, stepped into her line of sight. He was handsome in a rugged, sun-beaten way, his brown eyes warm with a clear, localized interest. "How long have you been running with the Lanka, Ms. Grant?" "Only a week," Willow said, offering a polite but distant smile. "A new addition to the den, then," Fazza noted, his grin widening. "Are you a designer by trade?"

But she had no idea that I didn’t want to reject her. The hot summer air in Louisiana was no joke, the entire wolf pack often finding itself in the river trying to cool off. Today was no different. But my mate, she didn’t stick around. Willow, what an unusual name. Soft and yielding but stronger than any other trees in our area.