Wolf By Night Novels & Stories

Gerwulf yelped, holding his arm up in defense trying to protect himself from more blows. Hylda attacked him, slashing the air like a mad woman. Eloise finally found the opportunity, biting Delmar's hand hard and screaming for Gerwulf to run. At her words, his head snapped to the side, their eyes locking. Both of them stood as if time had stopped, Eloise unable to understand what was happening as he began running towards her. An earth shaking howl erupted from him, causing crowd goers to fall and drums to tip over. Even Hylda and Finn held their ears in pain. Gerwulf jumped, transforming as if he'd done it his entire life. A large blood red wolf with piercing amber eyes emerging as it barrele

Only one wolf had fur as black as the night itself and orbs red as burning coal, Vulcan, Azriel's wolf. What was he doing here? How did he.... Her thoughts were interrupted when another vicious growl echoed in the air followed by the rogue's attack on Vulcan. Vulcan snarled in response and dodged the rogue by jumping to the side. The rogue let out another dark growl but before he could turn around, Vulcan tackled him to the ground. He gave him no time to recover and aimed at his neck. His sharp canine pierced into his throat and tore it off in the twinkling of an eye. Blood flew out like rain.

Alec said. “We just wait till nightfall, then shift?” I asked. “We can shift whenever. The concept of a wolf night is about prolonged shifting and maintaining control. It’s usually done at night to use the moon to our benefit. We won’t have that on our side, though.” “So, we just hold off till sunrise?” I asked. “You’ll probably run yourself to sleep. But yeah, the point is to hold out as long as you can,” he explained. Nervous flutters filled my stomach. What if I failed?No.I couldn’t fail. I wasn’t going to give myself that option. I got myself into this mess, and I was going to get myself out.

AUTHOR'S P.O.V. In the shrouded shadows of the night, a formidable black wolf, with fur as dark as the abyss, prowled stealthily through the underbrush. Its eyes, glowing with a fierce, infernal red, were fixed intently on the men stationed outside the building. Despite its lupine form, it exuded a commanding presence over the armed men in their human guise. The wolf, driven by a singular purpose, was here for one individual – a target it was resolutely determined to eliminate this very night.

The air is thick with primal energy as they prepare to embark on a night of hunting. Blaze, Dexter, Alexa, and the rest of the pack stand together, their eyes reflecting the moon's luminous radiance. They shift into their sleek and powerful wolf forms, their coats adorned with various shades of silver, gray, and black. Each wolf exudes a sense of grace and strength, their muscles coiled like springs, ready to unleash their full potential.

Fear and disbelief gripped her as the wolf took a few steps back, preparing to pounce. Her scream echoed through the night, a desperate plea for mercy that seemed to get swallowed by the ominous darkness. A chilling realization gripped her heart — this could be her final night on earth. The massive wolf, eyes ablaze with a predatory glint, poised itself for the fatal strike. Every nerve in her body screamed, and time seemed to slow as she observed his powerful strides, each one bringing the inevitable closer. In the haunting depths of his eyes, she glimpsed the dance of death itself, an unrestrained force ready to consume her existence.

Her wolf wouldn't be able to heal her even if it hadn't left her yet which Night was sure her wolf was gone once it realized that she was going to die. “Hey you guys go back to the room and get out through the tunnel and go get help. No one knows about it and we need everyone to come and help us clear the clinic.” Night said to the children not wanting them to see and hear what he had to tell the she wolf. They thought and then nodded accepting their new mission. Razz allowed Nico to take over, walking over to stand next to Charms using his head to nudge her in the right position to get on him safely. Once Charms was on Nico, he looked back at Night and then the she wolf. Night could tell w

feeling. I'm beginning to panic. I can't wrap my mind around how I could be a wolf! How is this possible? I ask myself out loud as I'm pacing the yard. I feel that same feeling; my eyes are burning, my heart is beating fast, and my fingers are hurting this time more than the first time, causing me to scream so loud that my sisters come running outside. I'm now at my knees, holding my eyes shut and my hands in the pockets of my hoodie. They get to my side asking what's wrong, trying to help me up in trying to hide what's happening to me, but the pain is so intense I can't fight it monaye grabs my left hand out of my pocket when I fall over in intense pain she looks at my hand and drops it qu

She began to fade with the darkness until no trace of her was seen. Lucia jerked away to earth, panting heavily like she had just run a marathon. Strange, she could remember everything she discussed with her mother. In almost all cases, she barely remembered what took place in the dream. That was a sign... The Witch-Wolf is about to be born... "And where are you headed, Jackson?" A voice trailed him as he sauntered through the thick forest after the meeting of his pack in the forest. He felt heavy because like all other times, he had been frustrated, insulted, and used.

As I pushed open the door, the crisp night air washed over me, carrying with it the haunting cry of the wild. My eyes widened as I realized what I was hearing. It wasn’t the horses in the stables, it was the howl of a wolf, and it was close by the stables and the main house, making me wonder what had caused the animal to drift off. Wolves never came close to humans or cities unless it was lost or potentially hurt. Fear mingled with intrigue as I followed the sound, my eyes looking at the edge of the property. Moonlight bathed the landscape, casting an ethereal glow on the rolling field and towering trees. And there, in the distance, silhouetted against the night sky, stood a lone wolf, grey