Wolf Divine Beast Novels & Stories

he muttered while he was feeling the soft grey fur with mixed patches of black. He grabbed it and let the fur get in between his fingers. He kept messing with it, like maybe he was hoping some magic would happen. The pelt was from a real wolf who had died long ago. The pelt was used to channel the beast when a pup first begins to form their connection. It helps bring them closer, bind them into one. Of course with Logan the situation was slightly different. Pups have their beast even when inside their mother but the connection is dormant for years.

"But obviously, he's not now. Elias loves you." I nodded, one corner of my lips curling into a smile. "Thanks, Seven." He gave me a crooked smile. "Alphas think differently. Also, wolves think differently, too. When you're a wolf, the senses and emotions are heightened. You feel everything stronger." I nodded, understanding. I mixed another drink for both of us and then sat down at the table. "So, how are we going to catch Balista?" His eyes nearly bugged out of his head. "You can't catch him. He's a wizard."

I feel my back hit the wall, nowhere to step back now. Mate? What the hell is he talking about? Werewolf do believe in soul mates. The perfect other half or counterpart chosen by the moon goddess for them. Werewolves find their mates by their smell and appearance. The first time they see each other, they’d know. But I smell nothing from this guy. I don't feel anything. Ugh, he must be drunk. But...he doesn't look drunk and I also don't smell any alcohol. And most of all, werewolves don't get drunk very easily.

Wolves beasts of stitched flesh and the bite of rot prowled the reed-lines, their eyes like sunk coins. A horn blew that was not one of Miyal's. Resonant, deep, a vibration that shook fillings from teeth. Vosvak's voice came across the wind on a laugh that had teeth that were not entirely human. He stood upon a rise like a god of devastation, tall and horror-stricken, wrapped in a cloak of shattered armor and bone. He had about him the plague-creatures flowing like a tide. Miyal's throat constricted. He longed then for easier things: a night with no roars, a bed that did not taste of ash. Those hopes expired in his mouth like smoldering embers. There was only the road ahead.

Was he a god or something? She took a step back and then wondered why she did that? Perhaps to have a better view of this wonderful creature in front of her? She momentarily forgot about her father and noticed that her heart beat differently. She tried to calm herself down.Perhaps it was her wolf ready to show. The vampire who had killed Axel,Damon walked up to them. "She's Nicolina,the Alpha's daughter and the only child." He scoffed "I asked you to kill them all." the god like spoke.

"I am going to change everything and it's because of you, that I'm so certain. I haven't told anyone this because it was a time that I found doubt in myself–as a shifter and an alpha. A horrible accident nearly killed me when I was in Genoa and it effected my healing, strength, speed; everything," He put his head on her shoulder with a sigh, "I was afraid to lose who I was and in a desperate attempt to heal faster I found... unconventional advice. There is no exact scientifical explanation for rogue wolves because they are like an illness, but what if we introduced that into our normal DNA?" A series of sounds appeared at max volume in her mind, from screams to running steps–the swish of gra

Elder Don inquires as he sits back in his chair squinting his eyes to study and focus on my response. I had to think about that for a minute. I would be devastated. Wolves mate for life, so for my mate to break our mate bond by taking a mistress, I would have had to do something horrible to push him to that point. But what if he’s a creep like Fen? I can’t reject him. The council would put my head on a spike and surely call up Fen to do the honors! If I tell them I would accept this it would make me appear weak to the elders, but if I tell them I would kill his mistress and him for breaking our bond, that would make me also look weak for appearing to react out of jealousy. It’s almost as if

Adalwolf I was on all fours . I could feel blood trickling down from my wounded ear to my fur . I can't give up I have to fight . I looked at him . His bland grey fur was matted with blood . I knew I already wounded him . I must go straight for his jugular vein . That will be the end . I was about to strike when I felt her presence . I turned and saw her . Everything else melted away . Her fur was beige in color .A bit of sandy but rich brown and her scent drove me mad. She was beautiful and she was mine . She growled at me . I knew the meaning even though I should not .

The armies kept trying and when they were not able to make a scratch at the two beasts, they decided to retreat, but they could not as Iron was already alive, and he was standing by the road, where stood as the only road they were supposed to pass, he stood and forceful pulled out the last arrow by his chest, and just as said by the priest, the arrow wounded his heart, and that turned around and made him love violent always. He was more than a werewolf his eyes were blazing like fire, the little girl now a dragon, had wing, she must have been a dragon before, and many that went toward the exit were burnt by the fire, the warriors tried all they could, but their strength was not enough, and j

A deep frown appeared on her face instantly. Blaze ran his fingers through his hair, letting out a sigh of dismay. "I have often had dizzy spells," he murmured as he sat up. "Whenever I get dizzy, I envision my wolf transforming into a beast. I even saw myself standing amidst corpses, drenched in blood. This vision came true on the battlefield. During the war, my wolf turned into a red-eyed wolf. My strength doubled from before. Everyone praised me for my strength. In reality, I was under the control of that evil wolf."