Wolf.1994 Novels & Stories

Unbeknownst to them, a lone wolf had been silently stalking their every move, consumed by an unyielding obsession. With every step Kara took, her silver fur glimmering ethereally in the moonlight, the obsession within the eyes of this mysterious wolf grew fiercer. His name was Aric, a reclusive and enigmatic member of the silver moon Pack. For years, he had harbored a secret infatuation with Kara, the way her grace and strength seemed to dance hand in hand. And now, witnessing her connection with Ryder had ignited an uncontrollable jealousy within him.

How odd. Someone cries out and I break out of my trance. The wolf and I back up and see a witch burning lightning into a wolf who is crying out, whimpering. The world comes back into focus and I push sleep at the witch. The red wolf jumps in a second later and takes her down.

Then he shook his head, pointing to his hand. “Yes, yes, it’s up to your paws,” I blurted out. The wolf shook again and sniffed at her. What does it mean? Ready to share your high quality snobby spit? I looked at him unsurely. Okay, I don't have a choice, I need my arm active and on my shoulder. I carefully began to unbind my hand, and the wolf began to step on its paws from impatience. Seeing the wound, he whimpered plaintively, sniffed carefully and licked carefully. I twitched at the unaccustomed touch, but the wolf looked at me so imploringly that I returned my hand. Yes, he did not spare saliva! I hope I did not in vain stifle my disgust for a beaten minute, and the wound will begin to

“I saw four huge wolves and one massive looking one” “Did anything stand out among the wolves? Like color?” Nodding his head does Tori move to speak again. “Yeah. The wolves in question looked a lot like you, Jake and Alex.” “Me?” I ask, wanting to make sure that I heard him correctly. Nodding his head again does Tori move to continue. “Yeah. As one of the wolves was completely black. Kind of like Vox. Another wolf was reddish brown which reminded me of Ash and the third one was gray like Volt. The only wolf I couldn’t pinpoint among the four was the one that was black and had white paws.”

It locked eyes with the dark brown wolf. Mallory tried moving out of the way but the dark brown wolf snapped at her, keeping her in the area between the two wolves. The dark red wolf backed up and went to lunge. Mallory found herself ducking and the wolf went over her head. It landed in front of Mallory letting out a loud growl and lunged for the dark brown wolf. At the last second Mallory noticed the dark red wolf’s eyes glowing red with an amber ring and knew they were from Red Woods. She was torn between staying with the wolf and continuing her journey for help. If Red Woods were close by she had to let them know what was happening. She took off running.

My wolf Lottie whimpered in fear not wanting anything to do with him. Trent had me cornered and looked ready to pounce on me. However, I stayed strong with a burst of courage. "I, Hazel Jones, wolf of Echo Pack, reject you, Trent, as my mate." His eyes darkened at my words and all my courage faded away as he pinned me to the ground.

likely from a brutal attack. Ronald knew he had to act fast to save the wolf's life. He carefully lifted the wolf and began the journey back to Black Moon territory.As he approached the pack's den, Ronald called out for Denzel, the pack's alpha. Denzel emerged, his expression curious, and took in the scene before him. "What happened here?" he asked, his voice firm but gentle.Ronald explained the situation, and Denzel nodded thoughtfully. "Bring him inside. We'll tend to his wounds and figure out what to do next."Under Denzel's guidance, the pack's healers worked tirelessly to nurse the wolf back to health. Ronald visited the wolf frequently, bringing food and water, and chatting with him to

As expected, a couple of wolves jump out of hiding and begin circling us, their intent clear as they growl. I could easily take them all if I was on my own but now I had a mate standing behind me trembling in fear. I contemplated turning to my wolf and finishing these rogues off but I can't risk her safety so I quickly connect to the mind link trying to reach my beta and pack while making sure she was still safe behind me.

Startled, I get up from the bed and move toward the window, pulling back the curtain with trembling hands. Outside, under the moonlit sky, a large black wolf stands in the clearing. Its silhouette is striking against the silver light, casting a long shadow on the grass. The wolf’s eyes glow a deep, intense blue as it lifts its head and howls again, a sound that seems to resonate with the very essence of the night.

My wolf revels in the simple joy of the run, the temporary freedom from human worries. The moon hangs high overhead, bathing the forest in light that filters through the canopy. My Beta, Alaric, a massive gray wolf with battle scars crisscrossing his muzzle, flanks me on the right. He's been by my side since I took the mantle of Alpha after Lyla's father died. On my left runs Aria, the pack's head warrior, her russet fur gleaming as she moves with lethal grace.