Wolf Books Fiction Novels & Stories

I ran my fingers along the spines and chose one at random. I spent the afternoon wrapped in a blanket, reading tales of old Velmora legends, of star-bonded wolves and rivers that whispered prophecy. They were unlike the dark, distorted stories I read in Crimson Dusk. These weren’t just stories, they were songs, prayers, and truths wrapped in poetry.

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

"Do you remember his name? Well, if it's not indiscreet." "Hmm 'Sullivan' something like that, but I can check in the register if you want." Derrick proposed "No need, thank you." So Nate had been here. I looked at the book in question and the title immediately sharpened my curiosity. 'The Wolves of Newcastle.' "An old book. The author tells inside his experience with a pack of wolves. But we never really knew which category to classify his book." He said "And why is that?" Leafing through the document "Several years after the book was published, he confessed in a conference that this work was based on real events. That nothing was fictional. He had said, I quote, 'They are among us, taking

The only wolf that big was Hector's wolf, yet this wolf appeared from nowhere. Kayla's wolf was insanely strong but something about the other Wolf was suspicious. It could do more than be a wolf, it could fly above you, it could go invisible and attack from anywhere but her wolf was smart. She ended the fight in seconds, following the paw prints it made and waiting for the perfect moment to attack. When she found that moment, she pounced on the other wolf and bit its throat, clenching her sharp teeth so hard. She didn't leave the wolf until Hector started to howl and Nova appeared out of thin air.

“Did you read that one paranormal romance that I recommended? Alpha’s Woman? The one about the sexy werewolves?” “Oh, Anne. C’mon.” Christa laughed. “You’re not saying these guys are werewolves, are you? That’s crazy! Werewolves don’t exist.” “Did you ever see the blue-eyed wolf and Wils at the same time? Or the one with green eyes when Cain was around? Or the gray-eyed wolf with Ronan or the brown-eyed wolf with Brad? I’ll bet you never did, because I’m convinced they’re one and the same. I never saw man and wolf together, and believe me, I was watching for them. What else would explain wild wolves with manners? Wild wolves that cover their eyes when told not to look? Wild wolves that came

Without turning away from the window, I knew the exact moment Christos came into the room. I heard his urgent tone as he asked me what exactly was going on, and while a part of me wondered how he could know there’s a problem, the other part of me already went for its own conclusions. That damn book again! It’s as if everything I read so far was happening in my life and around me! But it’s impossible. Isn’t it? There is nothing like mind - links or whatever nonsense is in that book. Wolves don’t exist as humans! They are in the bush and forest, not among humans!

something else. I take precautions back to the carriage to make a torch, to carry with you. He went deep into the forest, found a pack of wolves, spotted them going down, Set"wolves only eat deer, not humans," after they left the wolf, Setentered, saw in addition to remains of deer, remains of humans, went out and waited for the wolves, after a long wait, I notice they had arrived, under a tree that was climbing. When under one of the wolves was waiting for him, the advantage of a red wolf was your size, average in its four legs, the height of an average man, apart from the title of red wolf they earned it by covering their brown or brown fur, with the blood of their victims, I

On the contrary, she felt sharp, awake, alive. The wolf leapt across the side of the mountain, nimbly skipping over streams. The wind blew in her hair. She felt exhilarated as she leaned forward and nestled her cheek into the wolf’s fur. Jonathan. Was this? Was this Jonathan? But how? She’d heard legends of wolves with golden fur. When she was a child, her father had told her bedtime stories about the Wolves of Gold. According to the legends, the Wolves of Gold once ran free. They were powerful and strong, intelligent and just, and they ruled with an unmatched authority. But that was in ancient times, thousands of years ago. She’s listened to her father tell stories about them, about them ru

“You did nothing wrong.” Her pulse refused to slow. The Northern Wolves. The book. She had taken it without understanding why, back when escape had been all instinct and terror. Taken it from Lucian’s study, heart racing as if it already knew it mattered. It told a history Wildbourne never taught. Wolves as balance. Hunters as something broken long ago. Some nights she believed it completely. Other nights, she feared it was dangerous just to read. It had become Ever’s favourite story. Now she knelt in the sandpit, holding Ever close, eyes darting as the ground beneath them seemed to hum.

***TRIGGER WARNING: Up until now, this story has been fairly tame. From this point forward, Wolfblood takes a dark turn. For those who read the first book of the series, Wolfbane, this book is much darker and deals with more serious, real-world issues. If you prefer light-hearted romances without violence, I advise you not to continue. If, however, you enjoy thrilling werewolf romance novels, please continue with Wolfblood! I promise it's worth the ride.***