Witcher Wolves Novels & Stories

I asked, chewing my lip. "You will speak to your wolf. Eluna is her name, correct?" he asked. "I will speak to her...? Is that all?" I asked, holding the warm cup in my hands, taking another sip to ease my nerves. "She will help you. Trust in your wolf," he said as he moved from the table and stood up.

the mainlanders called it, not wanting to acknowledge what it really was. Before Vukasin, werewolves ran rampant seven nights each month, through the streets, the countryside, and the forests of every nation on the planet. Eurasia and North America had their grey werewolves—dominant on Vukasin now. Australia had weredingos. The colder climates had Arctic werewolves, rare and beautiful, like my lost Bianca with her snowy fur. Eastern Africa had golden werejackals. the African plains had Serengeti werewolves. The forests of Canada and parts of the northern U.S. were home to timber werewolves, and the southwestern U.S. was, in those days, infested with werecoyotes.

Delaney heard the first pops and snaps of Maddox’s bones. He roared out his agony, as Venom began talking him down. Delaney shifted into Lexi and curled around her little brother. He whined.. moaning occasionally.. while Lex whimpered into his back. Vicki shifted into a saddleback blonde colored wolf.. small.. with black tipped ears. She was adorable and Venom whispered that’s Daisy.. She was finding her feet.. just as Maddox completed his shift. Panting heavily.. laying on the ground.. was a silver blue wolf.. looking like pure steel..nearly as big as Torin.. and all Alpha.. with bright sky blue eyes.. Venom shifted immediately.. and started snarling and growling at Steele to submit.

I took out my daggers while running, thinking that my bow wouldn’t do much damage to big ass werewolves. The closer I got I saw there were three rogues attacking the pack. Alpha Jake was already taking on one of them. By the looks of it, the rogues didn’t stand a chance. I thought it would be very foolish of them to attack such a well trained pack of wolves, they were greatly outnumbered. I almost froze when I took in the appearance of one of the rogue wolves. I had seen that matted and streaked with blood fur before.

Rowan laughs. “Oops. My aim slipped.” Dorian lunges at him with murderous intent. But Rowan lifts his hand. And suddenly the trees explode with motion. Two massive wolves crash into Dorian from either side. Not ordinary wolves. Larger. Faster. Eyes glowing with unnatural light. Dorian is thrown back, slammed into the ground. He tries to rise, but the wolves pin him. Bryan curses and sprints toward him, but three attackers leap into his path. He is strong and fast but he is outnumbered again.

River answers didn't happen to me, I just remember the pain and then blacking out. "I never felt as free as I did when I went wolf, I don't remember what my colour was, I should have looked at my paws," Kyler whines, they went wolf and were conscious are they lying? "Yeah me neither, I didn't think of it," River answers him with a shrug before turning to me. "Who got your wolf to come out?" River asks me. "Uhh...alpha Rowan I think," I answer him, he sweet-talked my wolf, and things went dark before I went wolf, I can't remember shit.

"Noah, listen to me very carefully. Do not go after that thing. You can't kill it yourself. Find safety now. The hunters are on their way." Noah watched as the white blur disappeared into the woods beyond the campus. His wolf was already stirring, the hunter instinct roaring to life in his veins. A kitsune. Here. At his university. "Noah, did you hear me?" Andrew Phillips demanded. "Yeah, I heard you," Noah said, but he was already moving toward the woods. "Noah, I'm serious. Stay where you are!" Noah ended the call and shoved his phone into his pocket. His father could be furious later. Right now, every instinct he had was screaming at him to chase. To hunt.

We reached the entrance hall, a grand structure of white marble glowing in the early light. Our path was blocked by a wall of muscle and low-level aggression. Four wolves from Jaxon's pack - identifiable by the crude golden Fenrir insignias on their jackets and the heavy musky scent of unrefined power - lounged by the entrance. They had been laughing until they saw me. Their expressions curdled into something ugly and familiar.

“You can speak now.” “L-let m-me whisper it, A-Alpha.” He said with much difficulty. I gave in to his request. “Fine.” I leaned close to his face and brought my ears close to his lips. “T-the wolves that attacked are called Shadow Wolves and they are very powerful. They possess so much power that normal wolves do not have.” “Are they rogues?” I asked quietly. “No. They are…” he was about to speak but I heard the hesitation in his breathing. He seemed to become much more heightened than ever.

Each wolf, with its sleek In the heart of the sanctuary, where the winds whispered secrets and the trees whispered tales, a formidable force emerged. Led by none other than the legendary alpha wolf, Arvandus, the wolf military stood tall and proud, their presence an indomitable shield against any threat that dared to encroach upon their sacred land. Arvandus, with his piercing amber eyes that held the wisdom of countless moons, commanded his loyal pack with an unwavering authority.