Wolf Ears Draw Novels & Stories

“Yes, it seems Neil was right, you are being an asshole at the moment.” “Lily, it is not below me right now to pick you up from your collar and dump you outside of my room. Do. NOT. Test. My. Patience.” His wolf growled out, his black eyes turning gold, a sign of his wolf emerging from its slumber, only for his sister’s own black eyes to turn copper, challenging his with a small snarl.

I whined, picking up a sweatshirt with fragility. "Well... because you didn't listen to the warnings and so you brought this upon yourself. Good luck and try to stay alive." Alpha Gray laughed, closing the door to my escape and the door of the big laundry room. Werewolves sweat and blood smell awful than humans because of the supernatural power they hold. But I will surely be dying over this foul smell. "Oh! Look. It's Clara the troublemaker." The beta entered the room, pushing a big trolley filled with another pile of dirty clothes.

“She even attracts a mythical wolf. This one is an Eclipser. The last of its kind was recorded a millennium ago.” He shook his head slowly, struggling to make sense of it. “No ordinary person could ever draw such a creature to their side. Yet here she is, clinging to it as if they were bound by fate.” The wolf, sensing his scrutiny, lifted its head and met Uriel’s gaze with eyes like twin eclipsed moons. There was no fear in them, only silent defiance—as if warning him not to come any closer. “Seriously—an Eclipser wolf and a mage who can wield water, fire, and earth? Just who are you truly, Althea?” Uriel muttered with a frown.

This scream was much higher, and his body filled with fear. He ran toward the sound and couldn’t believe his eyes when Lola transformed right in front of him. His throat went dry when he looked at the massive red wolf whose ember eyes seemed to stare right into his soul. At that moment he knew where he had seen those eyes before, it flashed right before his eyes: the image of him pushing the Fire Wolf baby into the river.

I gestured to my office. What he showed me was raw genius—charcoal drawings of pack life that captured something essential and true. Wolves mid-shift, the exact moment between human and animal. Ceremonies rendered in intricate detail. Portraits of pack members that somehow showed both their human faces and the wolf beneath. "Daniel, these are incredible," I breathed, examining a drawing of a pack run—dozens of wolves rendered so precisely I could identify individuals. "How long have you been drawing?" "Since I was a kid. It's the only thing that helps when my wolf gets restless." He shifted uncomfortably. "I know they're probably not good enough for a real gallery—"

Asteria was almost stumbling due to the sudden pressure, but all of a sudden it was gone in a blink of an eye, therefore, she wasn't affected that much. The two wolves sprawling on the ground looked haggard as the dirt covered their fur. Asteria's sight wasn't that great in the dim light, but she could still see that these wolves weren't dark in color, instead, their fur was brown. One had a darker shade of brown while the other one was lighter in color.

I pressed my lips to the top of his head, then ran my hand slowly through his hair as I did each morning. Strands of his hair came away between my fingers. My entire body quivered with fear as I pulled away from Kyle, hiding the hair strands in my fist. “What are you drawing?” I cleared my throat, fighting the tears clouding my vision. “I'm drawing a wolf.” Kyle answered seriously, tilting his sketchbook towards me. The wolf was dark and large, with glinting silver eyes. It was ironic that he was drawing a wolf, while completely unaware of his werewolf heritage.

Growl! The first one slowly revealed itself from the dark shade of the trees to the gleam of the moonlight, showing his vicious head first. The wolf has red eyes, bigger than the first one Zane saw before. It is showing its sharp teeth as it continued to make a guttural sound, eyes locked on its target – the human. Zeev and Tyr abruptly motioned their bodies to the first newborn. From the looks of it, it must be a human alpha because of its size. It’s of grey and tinge of brown colored coat.

If felt weird but if it would get me to prove my point well, I don’t mind. ‘I have to pay a visit to the moonstone forest and retrieve a document that was buried there under the stones. It is an ancient genealogical map;’ I shifted to the other side and continued, ‘going back to the First Wolves and the clan lords. It will show that the information I have gathered is true. The man bent down again and looked into my eyes. Every time he did this, my wolf became restless. There was something his presence did to me. I was locked in his eyes, but his voice knocked me back to the present.

Shifting to early is often painful, causing the others still in the veil to share the pain. Braxton seemed satisfied with that answer. Considering he could no longer feel her and she was safe. Fascinated by the lore and legends he pushed me to keep reading. Flipping through the most recent book she had given me “Rare and Mythical Werewolf breeds” a full page drawing caught Braxton’s attention. “What’s that?” He asked. The drawing depicted a wolf standing upright, looking half human but definitely wolf. The head of a wolf, body covered in hair. Hands and fingers elongated into claws. Massive muscles bulging.