Wolf Den Book Novels & Stories

A book came out along with his hand, both fully intact. “The Courage to Trust,” by Dr. Franklin Reed. He had to be joking. There were hidden cameras here somewhere, I just knew it. No fucking way was the god of wolves cracking open a self-help book from the mortal realm. Sure enough, he fanned through the book eagerly, skipping over several chapters in the process. The tip of his tongue appeared from between his plump lips. He found the page he’d been looking for and quickly skimmed it. With a satisfied hum, he chucked the book behind his shoulder where it was swallowed up by that strange, shimmering magic.

THERESA I jumped onto the enemy wolf, trying to get a good hold of his back. I latched my claws to his body as if he were a piece of rock I was climbing. Thick blood stained my paws. He bucked, but I kept hold of him, riding him as if he were a wild bronco. Nausea bubbled in my stomach. The wild ride was not mixing well with the wolfsbane that was still in my system. I swallowed back the vomit and tightened my grip on him. I would not give in to the wolfsbane or to him. I had to keep him away from Nikolai. It would be far too impossible to fight two wolves at once. Especially such big and trained ones as these. Alpine Snow Pack had certainly not sent their runts out here.

Edwin notices a book in one of the corner and it was so hidden and he was so curious to know what he it carried. He slowly goes to the corner and grabs it, it was tied with a leather rope and this meant that it was so special. He opened it slowly and cleaned the dust out of it. It was an ancient book that contains diagrams and illustrations about the wolf community and special skills they owned and how to attain them. It seems to be a very exciting book since for a wolf member to realise his special ability you was to use this special guide book that was written by their ancestors. It was a very special book end it was used mostly during practices bye the wolf community only.

In his hands was a very old looking book. Twisting the upper half of my body as I rolled over, I was able to catch a glimpse of the book. “FACT OR FICTION? Werewolf Legends of Old” was printed on the cover. “Learning anything interesting?” I rasp, my voice rough with sleep. He lays the book down and smiles at me as he brushes a few wild strands of my hair down with his fingertips, and I feel a shiver run from my head to my toes. “There are so many legends here that I’ve never heard before. I’m making notes of the ones that I think are worth exploring in more detail, or anything that might somehow be connected to you or the wolf packs that are searching for you.”

The spines were all faded to one degree or another, and most of them looked antique. “Sure as hell not her porn stash, but that would be far less incriminating,” he remarked, taking out a black-bound book with gold lettering. The title read, “SAMPA VARGR” in huge letters that resembled runes. She recognized vargr from one of Darian's titles. It meant “wolf.” Hunter offered her the book, and she flipped through its pages, her heart pounding as the meaning of sampa became clearer with each successive illustration. Huge bipedal wolves were being slaughtered in every way possible, each grotesque method culminating in a silver dagger through the heart. “Why does Sandra have a book on how to hunt

“Once, long before our packs were made into a kingdom, there was a wolf unlike any other. Born in the blood of the moon, cursed with a hunger that could never be satisfied. They called him Wonlock, the Devourer.” My hands gripped on the book as the memories came down on me like a ton of blocks. My heart started beating fast as I felt a chill rush down my spine. Wonlock was a massive black wolf. The first pure Alphas of his kind. He was the master of the battlefield and he wasn’t just a wolf, he was the devil.

"I love you" The white light stretching in front of him as it hits him. To know nothing after it . Everything goes dark, as he feels his consciousness fading. His body burns with the current, thrashing to only silent down . Staring at the full moon above with his moist eyes going still, he finally submits to darkness that laid the foundation of the rise of the one only know in books. It was indeed. "The begining of the death wolf" ........ Book 1 End. Book 2 titled : The Rise of death

Surely there couldn't be two books with the exact same title. How many times she'd been told that the legendary book had disappeared some generations back. That book - or the book, as they always emphasized it - was rumored to hold all the details of their pack history, all the genealogy charts of the genealogy and history of her pack. She was well aware it had been lost for years until hints of its reappearance popped up. It was all too much of a coincidence - the mention of this town, Calderwood, and the presence of the author of Wolf in that place, were like beacons leading her on her search. Not to mention the reference to the book.

Power will change, Revenge will change But the only thing that will not change will be . . . The Resurrection of the Thunder wolf. Next book titled : Thunder wolf ( book 2)

Lya The book I had found on my bed was interesting, to say the least. It had been wrapped in an old cloth, and the warmth under my skin when I skimmed my hand over the cover confirmed it was embossed with silver. Given it seemed to be a book about werewolves, and we had a sensitivity to silver, that was a peculiar choice. I wondered if it was filled with information they didn’t want just anyone reading. I hadn’t gotten much into the book - just the introduction of the Wulver Pack, its location, and when it came into existence - when there was a knock on the door. I went over to open it, not at all surprised that Oliver was on the other side.