Wolf Fantasy Novels & Stories

The wolf jumped again towards the Cursed until they were slammed into a tree. Hugo's breath jolted out, his gaze turned angry. Aryadi grunted in front of his enemy's face while sticking his claws into the man's chest. Hugo shouted out once. His body trembled for a moment before yawning and quickly turning into a wolf in red fur. Aryadi the black wolf gave a startled voice. Hugo took advantage of that split second by throwing the wolf Aryadi's body. Aryadi was thrown several fathoms while Hugo stood tall in his form as a wolf proudly.

The shadow loomed closer, moving with a terrifying grace that sent chills down my spine. It wasn’t part of the enemy’s horde—it was something different, something ancient. As it stepped into the light, the battlefield fell into a strange, eerie silence. A colossal wolf, larger than anything I had ever seen, emerged from the darkness. Its fur shimmered like obsidian, absorbing the moonlight, and its eyes glowed with a deep, unnatural violet hue. The scent of ancient forests and forgotten power clung to it, stirring something primal within me. This was not just any creature. It was a force older than the packs, something that transcended even the deity’s reach.

“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

How odd. Someone cries out and I break out of my trance. The wolf and I back up and see a witch burning lightning into a wolf who is crying out, whimpering. The world comes back into focus and I push sleep at the witch. The red wolf jumps in a second later and takes her down.

I focus a bit more and notice that one of the wolves is Sylas; he has to be fighting Laslo. Sylas is a huge gray wolf, bigger than Laslo’s white wolf. Laslo’s wolf is swiping at Sylas, and his claws connect here and there. Sylas twists his body and kicks Laslo’s wolf, sending it flying into a tree. Laslo’s wolf lays at the base of the tree, sprawled out. Sylas marches to the tree base and hovers over Laslo’s wolf, snarling and biting. His jaw reaches over and grabs at the white wolf’s neck.

Cerridwen tried to explain, tried to pull back away from the terrified youngsters, but Melody was beyond her reach, her beautiful golden eyes turned blood red as she bared her fangs that now dripped with her venom. Her golden coat was covered in their blood, her ears lay flat against her head and her powerful back legs tensed as she prepared to finish them off. Loki knew what he had to do, Melody was going to kill the youngsters and he had to stop her, mind-linking Othello he said

As it rushed over, it could already spot Rudy and Grayson carrying the man into the spirit vessel. The hungry wolf, suddenly angered, looked up to the skies and let out a long howl, and Rudy turned to look back at it. That one glance caused Rudy to almost kneel on the floor in fear. "A one-eyed frost wolf! It's a mature one-eyed frost wolf!" Fane inhaled sharply at this; it was just as he had thought. The fur they had encountered before this belonged to the very wolf right ahead of them! This wolf had already matured, and a matured one-eyed frost wolf was already at the spring-solidifying realm. It was a being that could kill Rudy with one swipe of its claw!

“Ah, she’s not hurt that bad. Walk it off, blondie, and get your ass back in the game. It’s all cosmetic, anyway.” Feeling Ziva’s presence swing our way like the damn exorcist I quickly said, “Let’s not talk about the uh, cosmetics. I don’t want to upset my wolf.” “…why would I be upset?” Ziva whispered. Our breath fogged over as the ice wolf stepped from the forest along with four more wolves. The air around one rippled and waved. That could’ve meant they had anything from an elemental ability to one that manipulates soundwaves. Both were going to suck to fight against.

She began to fade with the darkness until no trace of her was seen. Lucia jerked away to earth, panting heavily like she had just run a marathon. Strange, she could remember everything she discussed with her mother. In almost all cases, she barely remembered what took place in the dream. That was a sign... The Witch-Wolf is about to be born... "And where are you headed, Jackson?" A voice trailed him as he sauntered through the thick forest after the meeting of his pack in the forest. He felt heavy because like all other times, he had been frustrated, insulted, and used.

“I’m not sure why you’re being so difficult, Wulfric, but the rogue you're housing in your pack is my fated mate, and as she's my mate, I’d like to take her back to my pack. I will not leave until I accomplish what I came here to do. I think you can understand my predicament. And if I have to break the alliance and start a war over this, I will. Not that I want to, as I, until this point, have seen you as a friend.” “First of all, Adalwolf, the rogue is not just property that gets handed over from person to person. So if that’s what you fucking think, then I am definitely not bringing her anywhere near you. Second of all, that rogue you are speaking of also happens to be my sister. And you a