Wolf Books Fiction Novels & Stories

Adrian knew the truth. His mind went back to when he was a child when his Nana would tell him stories of the wolf people that lived in Alaska. According to her the wolf people were kind and caring, they cared for their community and protected the innocent. He had never truly believed her stories, but he knew the truth as he paged through all three books.

"Not some aunty that wanted to play house." The statement caught me off guard. Wolf children grew faster than humans, mentally and physically. For her age, Ava was small compared to her peers, but her mind was sharp. That wasn't unusual—wolves processed knowledge quickly, which was why they made exceptional healers. But most wolves, especially from the northern packs, considered reading a waste of time. Ava, though, always had her nose in a book. Nothing too advanced for her age, but enough to expand her vocabulary and sharpen her thinking.

No Species had asked to be genetically altered with animal DNA, it hadn’t been a choice they were given, and their only so-called crime had been to survive year after year of abuse at the hands of scientists, doctors, and researchers who used their bodies to create drugs to help humans. Not that they got much appreciation for any medical advancements their suffering had provided. The door opened and Tiger popped his head in cautiously. “I could hear you snarling from next door.” He edged inside and closed the door. “Are you all right?” “It’s just a bad day.” “That’s not uncommon. Has something happened that is unusually bad?” “We just have a new group of people to contend with.” “We always d

How to pick locks with hairpins, how to walk without making noise. Click, the door opened. Inside were shelves full of books, hundreds of them, all thick and old and covered in dust. I looked for anything about bloodlines, about wolves, about marks like mine. One book caught my eye. "The Lost Wolves of Valdris." I pulled it down and opened it, the first page had a drawing, a huge wolf with silver eyes. Black marks covered its whole body just like mine. I read as fast as I could. "The Valdris bloodline was the strongest of all wolf families. They could heal from anything, see the future, control other wolves with their minds."

Her and I both wanted answers to the visions and this seemed like the right place to start. “Visions are not very common in wolves, Alpha,” said Elder Brooks. He was one of my favorites, a kind man but also very fair. His brown eyes still shone with youth but his even darker hair was starting to grey, yet you’d still never be able to tell he was in his mid seventies. Werewolf aging was slower than that of humans and we lived a lot longer. “I’ve read all the books in the pack library and they all just say they’re a gift from the goddess.” I nodded along, already knowing that small bit of information. “Yes I’ve heard that but I’m looking for something more. Something we all don’t already know.

They wanted to combine species and create the ultimate race. Melanie is a product of their experiments. She survived when no else had and for all intents and purposes was a success. She is a witch with the dna of a wolf. When she gets mad, her eyes shine with an amber hue and her magic takes the shape of a wolf when used. She is strong, physically and magically. However, she still carries the emotional damage from that time. It doesn’t bother me though. I have baggage of my own that she also knows about. We help each other, and she is my best friend and confidant.

They were still dancing, but no one was paying them any mind. She felt like she was going to throw up. "I was going through some of my father's old books, the ones that speak of wolves. I came across a new one that was hidden deep within the back of the library underneath a mountain of his old books. See, the wolves have been quiet for the past few months, not attacking villages or livestock, and I was hoping to figure out more. The book was filled with information like I had never read before. It was obviously information that very few are privy to. It might very well be the only book of its kind."

I lashed out, scratching down the face of one of the wolves as they tried to move in for my throat, sending them sprawling back into the dirt with a yowl of pain. I ducked to the side of the darkest wolf, narrowly missing their teeth and slashing my nails along their side, ripping the skin open. The scent of blood permeated the air, thickening it and encouraging my wolf further. Adrenaline rushed through my body, and my vision seemed to clear and slow, zooming in as the smallest wolf slipped from the group. A deep growl ripped from my throat as the female rogue made their way for the house quickly, limping from a bite I had managed to land on their front leg.

Wolf discloses. My eyes turn wide with each passing moment. “ I knew that witches were real and Oracles and Elves because I have seen them. And now there are vampires as well. Are you kidding me?! ” I hiss at him, my heart pounding in my chest. Wolf nods grimly with a small awkward smile stretching across his lips. I hit my forehead with the palm of my right hand. “ According to my mother’s stories…Vampires…Eeeee…Drink human blood and even store it for….Eeee…future use. ” I grimace.

After finishing that mythology book about wolves, I had researched online and found an entire collection of dirty, smutty romance novels about werewolves, especially alpha wolves and I might have… touched myself while reading a few of them. A few tense, silent moments passed between us. Heat built between my legs as I thought back to those books the violent, vicious nature of a man who grew claws and canines during a full moon, the possessive claiming and marking of another, the pure aggression every wolf carried. Fuck. They were all made-up stories, yet I could not stop thinking about them. The truth was I kind of wished Professor Vance would snap, show me his canines, sink them into my nec