Willow Wolf Novels & Stories

His tongue moved over her lower lip and when they parted, he claimed her mouth fully. Willow pressed her body into his as their tongues searched the entirety of each other’s mouths. Her hand slid down his chest, gripping his shirt before pulling away, and turning so her backside was pressed into his crotch. She could feel his reaction to her. Willow’s wolf was in her mind whispering mine. Mine. Mine. But then something strange happened. Another tall wolf, stepped in front of her, setting his hand on her hip, and pulled her body to his. He crushed her lips with his. A deep chest growl filled her mouth. “Mine.”

Willow felt the pressure probe against her mind, trying to reach in and pull her wolf out. She pushed back against it, aware now of what it felt like. The pack began to stomp now, in time with their heartbeats, thump thump THUMP. It was intoxicating. Willow wanted to lose herself in it, she felt the enticing allure to just let go and give in. The room had a dreamlike quality and colors began to blur as the pack chanted.

But, keeping my irritation inside me alone, “Let’s see.” “You better must have something good in your head, I cannot take this man calling me kitten or cat. I am a bloody wolf, that too the Luna.” Willow warned me sounding the same as me irritated at his overconfidence. “What? Again Willow is saying something?” He questioned and I turned to him with my smile widening on my lips as his curiosity seems to be a lot when it comes to Willow. “Yeah, and guess what? She was just suggesting names for you and your wolfie.”

"What do you mean by that?" "Kahlia..." Frank leaned forward and looked at the young wolf with a serious, intense gaze. "...Willow is a Sprite, that means she carries magic within her. She's an empath and will become a healer, following in her mother, sister and her uncle's footsteps. I think she will know her own body better than anyone and be able to decide for herself what her body can cope with, esepcially with all those healers around her to support her, don't you think you may be just looking for excuses to cover your guilt of being fated to someone not a werewolf?" Kahlia looked at the floor in shame as his wolf whimpered within him.

The whole ceiling used to be covered now there are only these two with what seems like a canyon between them and they just seem so lonely. I don’t know how long I lay there before I fell asleep. At least I hope I’m sleeping because if this isn’t a dream then someone slipped me some drugs. I’m lying in the field that we used to go camping in the one I had just been thinking about. It is night time but there are only two stars in the sky in the same positions as the two on my ceiling. I hear movement near the trees. I see a light brown and tan wolf step into the moonlight. She is similar in size and colour to my Mom’s wolf but this one has what looks like a white star on her left side. I stand

“I was born a wolf. I’m a wolf first.” “So am I,” Willow mutters. I almost didn’t hear her, but she definitely said it. I turn to her. “Willow, come here,” I say aloud. Her eyes brimming with tears, she walks over to me. She’s afraid. Nervous. “Tell everyone what you just said.” She clears her throat. “I said, so am I.” “What are you?” “A wolf first.”

Zayn’s POV The wind carried her scent before I ever saw her. It hit me like a slap—a sweet mix of wildflowers and something uniquely hers, sharp and intoxicating, cutting through the forest air. My wolf stirred instantly, growling with a need so necessary it made my chest ache. Mate.

“Yes, Alpha Sven says. “We already know about Elias, that is not exactly news.” Can this man shut up? For once? “Yes, thank you for the clarification Alpha Sven, but I am saying that there is another wolf working with her. An Alpha, to be exact. And I have good reason to believe he is among us right now, as we speak.” You can hear a needle drip in the silence that follows. “You mean, someone is working with Willow and they are here, right now?” I growl out, quietly. By the wary looks thrown my way, I can see that they buy my anger.

I didn't question my father's obsession with wolf artifacts and legends, I didn't question why she wore a protective necklace against something that only existed in my books. I didn't question how my father died, I didn't question anything. I just let life go with me, I let it heal from all the things that were left behind to move on. Soon we were ready, I left the house with the feeling that I should go back but still I went. The Hall was crowded, everyone surprised to finally see me out of my shell, out of the cave where I had been holed up since the day of the great pain. - I don't think I even know how many times that day I heard that phrase pounding in my mind.

The she-wolf got up not so briskly, spending precious seconds on it. Howl. And a new player on the field. New enemy or help? Dark gray skinned, it bristled and snarled before attacking. A jump - and now he repels the wolf from the she-wolf. He jumped to his feet and grappled with a new opponent. When the she-wolf pounced from behind, he released the first wolf and threw her aside. My two defenders again prepared to attack, but the stranger, bristling, retreated, and while there was an opportunity, he disappeared into the forest. He did not fight against two werewolves.