Wolf By Night Novels & Stories

The sinister figure loomed above her, his triumphant aura casting a malevolent shadow over her prone form. As he hovered above Amelia, relishing his apparent victory, a sudden blur of fur and fury exploded into the scene. Adrian's wolf, a magnificent creature with a gleaming coat of silver and eyes ablaze with righteous fury, lunged at the intruder with unmatched strength and speed. The impact was bone-jarring, a collision of primal power that sent shockwaves through the night.

That was fun. There was something about the new wolf too, something that made her heart flutter. It was almost like he had an aura around him. She wondered which pack member he was. Except for James she didn't know any other males, none of them even introduced themselves. It didn't matter though. Clara still had no intention of getting close to these people. Clara made it back to her room. It was almost four am. Even though she was awake for almost twenty-four hours going to bed was unlikely. The whole pack would sleep most of the day tomorrow, Clara included. She needed something to burn off her energy.

A rustle of snow. A shadow moved. Then— A lone wolf stepped out of the darkness. Massive. Black fur. Eyes glowing silver. Rylan stiffened instantly. “Not possible.” Kade swore. “That can’t be—” Lyra’s heartbeat tripped. The wolf lowered its head… in a bow. “What is that?” she whispered. Rylan’s voice was barely human. “A sentinel.” Lyra’s breath caught. Sentinels were ancient wolves said to serve only one bloodline—one house. A house believed extinct.

"From time immemorial, our people have welcomed our new wolves with a ceremony to recognize our pack connection and strength. The Moon Goddess gifts us our wolves. We are stronger, faster and smarter when we work with our wolves. We honor the Goddess by accepting our wolves and allowing them to take our physical form and make it their own. We each must learn to respect our wolves, and our wolves must learn to respect us." Beta Leo closed the book and continued, "Celia Lang, daughter of Delta Carla Lang and Epsilon Roger Lang, we welcome you to the ranked order of Moonless Night. With the blessing of our Alpha and Luna, we give you the rank of Delta. We call forth your wolf to honor her as we

I am the last heir of the Eclipse royal line, and the only person in a hundred years who can carry Nyx, the first dark wolf. If I reached adulthood safely, I would become the Eclipse Queen, and every wolf alive would bow to me. But when I was six, rogues broke into the nursery. To save a baby lying in a pool of blood, I shifted into a black wolf in front of everyone, and showed a power that could swallow an Alpha command whole. The Elders were afraid I would lose control, and they wanted me put to death. Agatha Voss, the priestess, had no choice but to seal away my wolf and my memories. She gave me to the Ashbourne family to raise and warned them again and again, "Treat this child well, and

The black wolf emerged, ruthless and wild, trapping my soul behind its eyes. She shoved the door open and bolted into the night, chaos erupted. Screams pierced the air as we charged down the street, faces blurred past us, terrified, fleeing. I begged her to stop, to turn back, but I was a prisoner in my own body. Then she lunged at a child, a small pup frozen in fear. “No!” I screamed inside. “Please don’t hurt him!” The boy’s scream shattered the night. Just then, a stone came flying through the air, striking my wolf’s side, her focus snapped away.

The Blackwood wolves surged behind her. A dark shape burst from the treeline. Amber eyes flashed beneath the moonlight. Lyla’s breath sharpened. The rival’s wolf. Lyla’s body coiled with tension. The wolf lunged. Lyla twisted beneath the blow. Her claws slid free beneath her skin. Her fist connected with the wolf’s ribs sharp and clean. The wolf hit the ground hard. Lyla’s breath sharpened. Eli’s silver gaze flashed beside her. Another dark shape lunged toward them.

I didn’t because I had nowhere to run to. Each night, they’d let me out of the wagon to stretch my legs near the campfire. I didn’t talk. Just sat, quiet and small, wrapped in that same scratchy blanket, watching strangers murmur around glowing embers. Their pack mark wasn’t Silver Crest’s. A wolf’s head surrounded by a crescent moon. They are the Nightfalls. I’d heard whispers of them before—brutal, reclusive, merciless. The kind of pack even rogues feared crossing. No one had ever seen their territory and come back talking.

Samuel opened his mouth to respond when another wolf at the table stood up. "Come on, everyone! This is Full Moon Eve," the wolf interrupted cheerfully. "Let's not argue tonight of all nights. We're all wolf students abroad—we should be treating each other like packmates!" Murmurs of agreement spread through the group, effectively diffusing the situation. Samuel settled back in his chair, shooting one last venomous glance at Natalie before turning his attention to a nearby she-wolf. Back at the new apartment, Florian Nightshade entered a dark, empty space. He set down the bags he was carrying—gifts from the Northern Territory—and pulled out his phone. His finger hovered over Natalie's name b

Was this done on purpose so I could be with Zaire here? “Here,” she said, pulling me out of my thoughts. “It says that the great black wolf called Amoux is the most powerful wolf in the Black Moon Pack. He was not born, but cursed into a body.” she started reading, “cursed into a body. How does that happen? Aren’t wolves usually born with their humans?” “I don’t know, keep reading,” I replied, scooting to be closer to her.