Wolf At The Door Novels & Stories

He shouts in pain as he mentions the words wolf which nearly gave me heartache. "Shut your fucking mouth, Karien. Don't mention the word wolf again in front of other people." I again glared and warned him. Hopefully, he loosens his grip as soon I told him. Now he kept his mouth shut for good. We didn't talk anything till we entered the huge entrance gate with thick shrubs at the side of it. As the gate opens, there was another shrub as well at the side of the well-black-gravel path. The scents of flowers from the gardens were spreading around and right inside my nose...

“It led me to a hidden door. And… and there was a room. A room with records. Of players. Of their deaths. Of the ones who were lost.” Therin curses under his breath. Elyra goes very still. Then she speaks softly. “And what did it say about you?” “It said I was… not yet failed.” Elyra tilts her head. “And?” “And…” I swallow the bile rising in my throat. “It called me the Wolf of Two Fates.” That makes the witch go pale. Therin takes a step forward. “What does that mean?” Elyra doesn’t answer him, and neither do I. She is staring at me with a strange mixture of horror and awe.

Finding no new clues, he turned to leave, and suddenly, a message notification rang on Alice's phone which she kept on her bed. Aaron, glanced back at the bathroom door, noticing she was still occupied, then he approached the phone. "Don't play trick on me, you little brat! Werewolves are just myths and do not exist, monsters, beasts roaming, no wolf among us!" Aaron was shocked to see this message on Alice's screen. It was unbelievable. What could they be discussing? What monsters? what beasts? Aaron pondered deeply as he quickly grabbed his phone to take a picture of the message when he noticed an envelope beside Alice's phone.

The wolf was viewed as ferocious and relentless, and the bearer of their symbol was a deadly enemy to have. Moreover, the arrow in the design struck her as odd and had always confused her. Nevertheless, the arrow that was the weapon destined for avengement sliced through only the wolf and the moon. And she had always felt sorry for the wolf. A large, heavy-duty storage cabinet on wheels complete with tools was next to the doorframe, and Minnow could see parts of wheel prints running in front of the door. Minnow could hear a murmur of voices coming from inside the closed chamber. Although she put her ear against the cold steel and believed she was safe against the solid door, it shocked Minno

Someone slamming their weight against it with the specific heavy impact of a wolf who was done waiting. The door held. Old stone buildings hold. But the window to my left did not. It came in fast, the glass gone in one strike, and through the gap came a wolf, dark grey and large, already mid shift, landing on the lodge floor with a weight that shook the table and sending the chairs skidding backward. Damien moved.

It is the legendary white wolf—one rumored to have gone extinct many years ago. And now, she is back through Lira Hale—the girl whose prayers touched the Goddess more than anyone else ever had. Lira stands on all fours, her fur shining. Her wolf is huge, beautiful, and majestic. She charges toward Ben, her paws thudding loudly against the floor. Ben reaches the door and tries to open it, but the wind from earlier has slammed it shut, trapping him inside. He bangs on the door so hard that his palms ache and nearly split apart.

"It's nothing personal, Kalyssa." "Then, what is it?" Suddenly, the door opened, and three hunters walked in. "Go tell him they're awake," one said to another. "He wanted to know." The underling rushed out to do his bidding. "Hey, is there any chance you can let us out of our cages so we can use the little wolf's room?" Eve shrugged, one corner of her lips curling into a smile. "That is, unless you want to have a big mess to clean up."

Every step closer, the pull got stronger, like fate tugging me toward her. We rounded the final corner, and there it was: a sturdy wooden door with thick iron locks. I’d studied this door. I knew it opened inward and could be breached from the top corner if struck with just the right force. I nodded once, and two of my wolves stepped forward. No growling. No words. Just motion. One raised a black-gloved hand and slammed a metal ram into the weak joint. CRACK. The wood groaned and splintered. The second blow broke it wide.

Scattered around me, Gammas in their formidable wolf forms, mirror my anxiety, their eyes darting to the locked door at every sound that reaches their keen ears. Muffled voices and the shuffle of footsteps outside the door sends a shiver down my spine. Instinctively, I step back, my gaze flickering to the protective circle of wolves. Their fur bristles, low growls rumbling in their throats as they position themselves between me and the potential threat lurking beyond the threshold. Then, a voice, neither calm nor menacing, pierces the tense silence. "Open the door! Alpha Hugh is here!" My breath catches in my throat, tears of relief and apprehension welling in my eyes. With a trembling hand,

All supernatural beings are evil and I can’t wait to spill their blood and cleanse them from this earth. I’m awoken by a banging on my door. Glancing down at my watch it shows 7pm. I must have fallen asleep for a few hours. Getting up I wander over to the door, taking my time as the banging gets louder and louder. Swinging it open I stepped to the side as the wolf behind the door was mid swing and comes tumbling into the room, landing ungraciously on his ass. Leaning against the doorframe I raise an eyebrow, “Yes?”