Wolf Books Fiction Novels & Stories

“You could end it, you know. Pick a winner. Let them live.” I snort. If only it were that easy. “Find me one who can last past the third sunrise, and maybe I’ll consider it.” Her presence flickers in front of me, like a whisp of smoke. “You’ve gone soft. I can smell it on you.” “Must be your imagination. The only thing soft here is the ground after the corpses hit it.” She chuckles and fades, leaving the back of my skull blessedly empty. I straighten, scanning the new arrivals. A witch crying into her hands. Two wolves are already posturing for dominance. A human, brave or stupid, probably both, trying to look like she belongs. Typical.

“Is this the same way you treat Chloe?” He didn’t hesitate to answer. “Chloe has a wolf.” His words pierced me to the core. He just confirmed that the reason he hated me was that I still hadn’t discovered my wolf. But he was the one who always tried to convince me that it didn’t matter if I had a wolf or not — I was still special either way. My entire life had been a lie. My mind wandered back to my mother. “Did she also leave because of me? Because I didn’t have a wolf? Was she embarrassed?”

“Are you okay? Who are you speaking to? I ask, a bit worried. “It's a voice in my head, she calls herself Lyra. I know you might think I'm crazy and probably need to go to an asylum but it's the truth” “I believe you”. I say smiling at her while finally closing the gap between us, I reach out to her once again, patiently waiting and praying for her to take my hands. Just as she reaches out to me, I hear the ruffling of leaves nearby and then a different scent hits me. My instincts to protect her kicks in and I quickly tell her to get behind me while abruptly scanning the area for rogues. As expected, a couple of wolves jump out of hiding and begin circling us, their intent clear as they grow

I quickly paced down the hall so I could get to the room faster and open this book that felt like a newfound piece of treasure in my hands. As I scanned through the first few pages of the book, it was picture after picture of different drawings and versions of what a nightwolf was portrayed to look like. Some of them were detailed to be howling at the moon, whilst several illustrations had a sort of evil and rabid look to them. But there was one in particular that caught my eye, and instead of just flicking past it, I stopped, staring at how strikingly similar it was. The wolf was pure black, just like mine. No white, silver streaks across its fur like all the others had, and this one was th

I had hope that it wouldn't just happen now. But like every other year, at this point I would wish that my name wasn't my name. I would wish that I wasn't Allison Bush, the last air of the Bush who actually is the only one that turns into a full wolf on a full moon. I was trying to run from that and some other things.. But then again, you can't run away from yourself!!

I had a driver's license, he drove someone's car, he said - we need to take the woman and the girl to another city. Well, you have to, you have to. The car, Moskvich, was filled to capacity with their things, and I drove them, then I returned back, but three days later we returned to the flock. A little more than a year has passed, Aidar again approached me: Can you help? Well, why not help? Here we already drove by car two days before another town, and again I figured out which of the werewolves in the area was seen. He went into the house, said that he would come down in a couple of minutes, and a little wolf cub ran up to the same entrance, smiled at me sunnyly and went there too.

Alec takes a moment before telling me more. “There are more than just wolves there. The witch we are working with is mated to one of my guys. That’s how we know her and know that she’s reliable. We also have those that are just looking for sanctuary. My dad opened it up more after what happened with your dad all those years ago.” I didn’t really think about there being other mythicals in the pack. I know there are a lot more out there, but they don’t usually stand out as much as wolves do. It made me think about how many could be walking around right now and I couldn’t accurately tell.

Annie spent the rest of the afternoon catching up on some work for the following week as Hugh lay on the sofa reading the book that he had borrowed from her house, he found the chapter on Werewolves and started to read. “You sell this in the human world?” asked Hugh. “It tells them everything about us, how to hurt and kill us, isn’t that dangerous?” Annie looked round at him. “No, that book was published by wolf publishers for the wolf world. I wrote two versions, one for us and one for the humans.” “There are wolf publishers?” he looked surprised.

Just then Nicole decided that she was going to gather her own group of werewolves just like the packs that were talked about in the historical books she read, according to the stories she read only a strong werewolf could actually pull the stunt of gathering a pack of wolves of which they were the alpha. Nicole was not one to get discouraged by that, because for her she imagined that the greatest kind of strength anyone needed was the knowledge about something.

he got interrupted but he still shaked her hand. " There is nothing to apologize about. Tell me, what's your department?" She asked. " Wolf hunting." The answer came as a shock. " Do people still involve themselves in things like that. Like imagine this is kind of weird, a werewolf. I have to say, I have never seen one before. But I have studied a lot about that and I was surprised that werewolves were not among the earliest extinction. Infact they are just natural selections. So tell me, how many have you hunted?"