Wolf Divine Beast Novels & Stories

Their eyes glimmered with a malefic light, revealing their true nature as they prepared to unleash chaos upon the unsuspecting nation. The Black Wolves bore a distinct mark of their predatory nature. Etched upon their bodies, each member possessed a sinuous tattoo, resembling a coiled serpent with piercing crimson eyes. The mark adorned their bare arms, a visible symbol of their allegiance to the pack and their dedication to the impending destruction they sought.

It was my mother’s voice, echoing through the neural link one last time. "Thank you for the data, darling. The Purge was just the beginning. Now, let's see how your rebels handle the 'God-Wolf' I just built with your frequency." A massive explosion rocked the Hive. The tunnel doors were torn off their hinges not by a bomb, but by a hand. A massive, white-furred beast stepped into the red light—it looked like Dante’s Void-Wolf, but it had Elena’s white-gold eyes and Silas’s lethal smile.

I always wondered why there are no black wolves in the modern world. More precisely, why I have not yet come across one. After all, my inner beast is a black wolf. And the answer was simple - I'm from another world, the world of magic and sorcery. Also, the gift of fire flows in my veins, and after traveling to the universe of my ancestors, I was finally able to curb it. It was only after visiting the house of my grandparents that I managed to truly learn how to control my flame. Now I will no longer allow you to wipe your feet on me, because my strength is in no way inferior to the strength of any alpha male. The frightened puppy is a thing of the past and, if necessary, I will force everyo

“The blood wolf is a hybrid, made from two different monsters, both violent and bloodthirsty, the loup-garou and the vampyr. It craves blood constantly and can never be appeased. It's a being so powerful that the native tribes start worshiping it as a god. It’s not until a coven of witches stand up against the blood wolf and put it down with a spell that the land is freed of its evil.” He looks up at me, and I swallow hard. What have we done?

“Kind of, mostly bedtime stories she said her mother passed down. She didn’t really want to talk about it much.” Tasha walked over to the bookshelf and pulled down an old picture album, “this is from the earlier 1900s. photos of my grandmother and her children.” She flipped through the pictures till she came across the page she was looking for. In the large photo was 4 wolves, but one of them stood out from the others. A white wolf with bright eyes. “The Celestine Wolf. It’s passed down in our family, skipping generations at a time. Their eyes glow a bright blue, each Celestine wolf chosen by the Goddess herself. My mother used to say that my grandmother could speak to the Goddess herself in

One thing was clear—Blake Wulfric was not someone you'd ever want to cross. "I think I'm good with the tracking," I mindlinked him back, the other warriors now standing next to me. "Men?" Blake said out loud. They instantly all stripped and shifted into their wolf forms, following the border of the lake, leaving me behind. I'd be lying if I said I didn't look as Blake stripped completely naked in front of me, not even remotely interested in the others. There was something dangerous about him, and I'd never felt so turned on. He both terrified and wakened something deep within me simultaneously. I never thought I was the type, but I knew I'd let him do anything he wanted to me, consequences b

Violet energy leaked from the fissures like bleeding light. "Sorry," Jack said, his voice flat. "I had to take out the trash on the way up." Valerius laughed. It was a sound that made the building shake. "Look at you," Valerius sneered. "A mongrel wrapped in scraps. And look at me." He spread his arms. The red lightning arced between his claws. "I am the apex of evolution! I am the Wolf God!" "You're a battery," Jack said. He stepped closer.

“I know. Your soul is bound to a divine being.” My breath caught. “That’s right,” I said, exchanging a glance with Zevarion. “I cannot remove the wolf within you,” she continued, her voice a gentle breeze, “but I can perform a ritual that will still its fury, halt its shifting, so it can no longer hurt others.” I looked to Zevarion. He gave a slow, approving nod. “Please... I’d like that,” I said. “Good,” she replied, rising to her feet. She crossed to her shelf, an elegant rainbow of tiny potion bottles, feathers, glowing crystals, and flower-pressed scrolls, and selected a small vial. It was filled with sparkling pink dust that shimmered like powdered stars.

She stood still, trying to resist the force but it overwhelmed her and forced her to the ground. "Arrrhh!" She roared as she changed into a Witch-Wolf, as huge as a bear. She jumped around with force, sniffing around her. Some men were sitting at a corner, drinking from some bottles on the floor. They were speaking gibberish as they nodded their head from left to right in rhythm to music playing from a Small stereo. "What is that thing by the corner of the road?" One of them asked with squinting eyes, pointing at a creature by the road.

The fight ended in no time. It was a massacre. I now understood why spirit wolves were equated to gods. Helena had single-handedly killed twenty-five evil-looking mutant wolves. I didn't have that kind of capacity. Those wolves had ravaged settlements for almost a year without suffering any casualties, but they had reached the end of their journey.