Wolf Fantasy Novels & Stories

"I believe so. We have to, if we don't want it to be the other way around, we totally have to find a way to kill them successfully." "Then let's go. It looks like they aren't gonna let us pass unless we give them a good fight." I puffed a breath and removed the seat belt around my waist. "Kira, before we fight them, you have to know that we're gonna deal with an unusual wolf summoned by Darkesta with a dark spirit, magic, and souls. They are different from Percy. I cannot say if they are stronger but they can also manipulate dark potions, and black smokes, that is poisonous to us. Look at them carefully, tiny smokes are coming out from their noses as they breathe. Look at their tales, it als

I quickly paced down the hall so I could get to the room faster and open this book that felt like a newfound piece of treasure in my hands. As I scanned through the first few pages of the book, it was picture after picture of different drawings and versions of what a nightwolf was portrayed to look like. Some of them were detailed to be howling at the moon, whilst several illustrations had a sort of evil and rabid look to them. But there was one in particular that caught my eye, and instead of just flicking past it, I stopped, staring at how strikingly similar it was. The wolf was pure black, just like mine. No white, silver streaks across its fur like all the others had, and this one was th

“That’s part of it. But there’s more to it than that. Let’s just say we have a history. I am sorry they spoiled your mood. I really had no idea they were invited by my father.” I nodded, deciding not to push further. He changed the subject, his tone lighter. “So, what do you know about wolf types?” “Not much,” I admitted. “Just the basics.” “Did you know there are rare types of wolves?” he asked, his eyes glinting with interest. “Rare?” “Yeah. Like white wolves,” he said. “They’re called vortex wolves. They’re incredibly powerful and said to be reincarnations of the moon goddess herself.”

Michael Whitlock POV; Spirit walkers are powerful among other wolf packs. This is one of the first things that they learn at a young age, and as they grow older it becomes more common. They could destroy entire armies in the blink of an eye and still stand proudly, as if they were never even in the field to begin with. They are not only strong but also smart; they are very well trained and have excellent senses. They can sense a person' location from miles away. There is something else they can do which is much more dangerous to humanoids.

Rex growled and walked towards him. "You are an insolent little whelp, with no respect, and a very small brain." the wolf cursed at the human who calmly and steadily walked toward him. Rex's eyes burned red, and a dense, red smoke rose from each footstep he took. "I never taught you that. Red auras belong to," his wolf was cut off as a tendril of red smoke curled up his front legs, binding him to the spot.

“Dad would never let them take that b*tch, so why didn’t he say anything today?” Mother crossed her legs, removing her sandals, with a wicked smile on her face. “There’s something called blackmail, Kendra.” I stopped. “Blackmail?” She pushed herself farther into my bed and rested on it, facing me as she licked a d*ck toy she got from her handbag. Mother always did that when she wasn’t able to f*ck someone and it had become a habit. “I caught your father freeing a wolfant.” “So what?” Wolfants are special wolves but they are said to be forbidden and perilous. Their genes were mutated, turning them into something else, good or bad but most times bad. Those that didn’t turn bad and didn’t die e

All spoke with one voice. "Yes, Wizard Wolf," Alpha Altan said, revealing the new information. "I don't know much about it, but True Alpha Alparic gave me a book written on ancient beasts in which I read about this Wizard Wolf. When they kill their victims, they separate the white blood cells and red blood cells from their blood and drink only the red part of blood, leaving the white part as it is." "This is a very big threat," Ultima Wolf Edric said worriedly, his voice sounding quite hoarse as he had never heard of or faced such a threat before.

The werewolf came, its feet hitting the ground mercilessly as its hands joined in its movement. It broke out from the woods, tearing off the leaves of the trees with less effort, and growling at the sight of the man. “You can't take anyone from my family.!” Mark grinned as he shifted under the bright moonlight. His bones cracked, and his skin stretched beyond its limits, tearing to become as tough as that of a wolf. He growled at the phantom, just as the phantom growled at him. Like two behemoths, they collided, and the green grasses on the ground fell victim to their battle.

Lyra's POV Ice-blue eyes pierce the darkness, their intensity making me cringe. I stumble backward, my feet tangling in an unseen root. As I fall, a massive white wolf emerges from the shadows, its pristine fur marred by splatters of crimson. The coppery scent of blood fills my nostrils, growing stronger as the creature approaches, lips curled back to reveal razor-sharp teeth. The hunger radiating from it is palpable. No, not hunger – ravenous, all-consuming starvation.

feeling. I'm beginning to panic. I can't wrap my mind around how I could be a wolf! How is this possible? I ask myself out loud as I'm pacing the yard. I feel that same feeling; my eyes are burning, my heart is beating fast, and my fingers are hurting this time more than the first time, causing me to scream so loud that my sisters come running outside. I'm now at my knees, holding my eyes shut and my hands in the pockets of my hoodie. They get to my side asking what's wrong, trying to help me up in trying to hide what's happening to me, but the pain is so intense I can't fight it monaye grabs my left hand out of my pocket when I fall over in intense pain she looks at my hand and drops it qu