Wolf By Night Novels & Stories

Dean’s POV continued- The cells are usually kept pretty dark. Since the wolves have better night vision it’s not a problem for them, but when we turn the bright spot lights on it sure makes it a lot worse for them too. We keep the observation area dark so the rogue can’t see everyone in the room. I decided not to tell Alec and Zander because, well, I still wanted to have a little fun. We got to the interrogation area and I held up a hand so they knew to hold back a bit, then I gave the signal for the lights. The flinching and barely audibly cursing coming from the wolves? Worth it. It took a second for them to recover and I tried my best to hide my smirk as Alec looked at me.

She was too calm on the wolf's back and he stopped for a moment. -Izen check it out," he ordered the minor who wondered why he was pausing. The wolf approached the human and raised the face buried in his master's neck a little and felt her temperature. This seemed normal and the young woman seemed to simply sleep but her frown told him that not everything was what it seemed. -My lord, it's about to start- he notified and Vladek looked at him over his shoulder -We must get to a place to spend the night -Izen continued- Marked bodies become very vulnerable during these two days and especially when this high the moon-

Day turned to night and on a whim, I enrolled myself through an online program. I sat back and stared at the screen. “I did it!” It had been so long since I had done anything for myself that I could hardly believe it. With the excitement and a constant itching of my skin, I knew I wasn’t going to sleep anytime soon. Wolfes are largely nocturnal with more cat-like instincts despite being part of the canine family. My wolf was mostly laid back, requiring little attention, but I knew the signs and symptoms when she wanted to be free, and I knew the repercussions of trying to hold back the transition.

Then they started walking back to where they had gone before. “Isn't it just a normal wolf?” Lawrence inquired as he tailed William once more. William came to a halt and turned to face his friend, saying, “A wolf? Yes... but no! I've seen one. The wolf isn't like that. Their eyes don't glow like that of an animal.” He then resumed his walk. Lawrence responded, “Glow like what? I'd never seen anything like that earlier.” “Seriously, bro? Its eyes were glowing like a golden treasure, how can you not notice that?” William said, unconvinced.

" He took her order then loped out the front door to his car. As she watched him she was struck again by the animal grace of his lean body, the sleek pelt of hair on his head, the easy way he moved. Wolf! Man! I am certifiably insane. Everyone knows there are no such things as werewolves. Shifters. They're just legends and myths. But after last night and this morning, and with Halloween casting its paranormal air over everything, it was hard to dismiss her thoughts out of hand.

Their keen senses heightened, and their minds sharp, they made for the door, ready to pursue the spy who dared to invade their sanctuary. Violet, though anxious and burdened by her condition, nodded her encouragement, knowing the necessity of their mission. She watched as the two wolves, majestic and fierce, bounded into the night, guided by moonlight and instinct, leaving behind the safety of the cabin to face a world filled with secrets, dangers, and a relentless enemy.

John by the Moon Goddess herself—a gift that set them apart in both strength and reputation. Their distinguishing feature lay in their wolf claws, a striking midnight blue hue that held a formidable power. Any wolf wounded by the claws of a Nightclaw could not rely on their innate wolf healing to quicken the recovery process. This ability struck fear into the hearts of both rival packs and rogue wolves alike, cementing Nightclaw’s status as one of the most powerful packs in the region.

His wolf instincts were on high alert, ready for any encounter that might come his way. Silently, he crept through the shadows, his eyes gleaming with a predatory focus. His mission was clear – find the griffin, neutralize any threat, and continue his relentless search for the person he sought. In the darkness, Layton’s demonic wolf became a ghostly presence, haunting and relentless. The night seemed to conspire against him, concealing any signs of his presence from unwanted eyes. Yet, he persisted, his senses sharp, and his determination firm. As he closed in on the griffin’s location, the wolf’s heart pounded with a mix of anticipation and thrill.

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!!

The wind was still howling when she noticed a sign proclaiming Silver Town and another displaying the speed restriction. But it wasn't long before she became aware of the wolf pursuing her through the woods. Running was out of the question. He'd track her down and murder her. She turned and stood her ground, knowing she didn't have a chance. There was nothing more she could do. And wolf to Wolf combat was preferable human to wolf combat. Caitlin's gloves were ripped off and stuffed into Cody's coat pocket.