Wolf Fiction Novels & Stories

It really angers him anytime he stares at her and remembers that he hadnt touched her. It even made him angry the more whenever his thoughts goes to that annoying male friend of hers.He was damn sure that guy must have had Nina on his bed a thousand times! "No.I'm saying my wolf did." he replied to her after minutes "That is just the bond between your wolf and mine.There is no bond between us and there will never be." Nina gritted her teeth.She couldn't believe what has just happened.She just married the one who killed her parents and almost wiped out her race!

It was so hard to focus on his face when literally everything was bare. I cleared my throat, "so uh...what you saw outside the house was real. The supernatural is real and this wolf over here is a werewolf who was imprisoned into that stone thingy for many years until today. He's here to ask for our help," yup, I just laid it all out there for her to process. It wasn't like I could break it down any simpler anyway. A huge sigh of relief escaped my lips as the tension fled my body. It felt so good to tell the truth for once. To speak of the things that I knew about.

It had been almost two months since Nicole discovered her abilities as a she wolf a moment that had entirely changed her life, she had experienced three major events in just a space of one year. Each every was just a means to set up the next big event in her life all building a stronger woman. It all stated with the tragic accident, then she found true love in Henry and became a mythical being.

He paused, his eyes scanning my face for any sign of understanding. “I couldn't help but laugh, I guess either I'm hearing things or I'm not the only crazy one in the room.” Zayn stepped closer, his movements deliberate and careful, as if I might bolt at any moment. “You’re a wolf,” he said, his voice steady. “You always have been. You just didn’t know it yet.” I burst out in laughter once again, sharp and bitter, verging on hysteria. “You’re insane. This is insane.”

They didn't stop though, they kept riding hard on their horses away from the fortress. Just before they got to the Blade lake river, they heard the howl once more and a big black wolf leaped out of the woods, the wolf ripped off the head of one of the guards and disappeared into the woods again- leaving the guard headless on the floor with his horse running off into the dark. They didn't stop riding hard, they kept fleeing while shooting arrows in every direction- hoping to hit the strange beast with their arrows.

but there's another identity for me which no one knows except me. I write novels under the pen name 'phoenix' My novels are about werewolves attacking humans. Since I don't like werewolves I started writing about them in a bad way to vent out my anger on them. Recently, I've been working on a book named, 'Desire for thirst' in which werewolves attack their prey when they are in rut. My work in this genre has been gaining more exposure because I've made it very clear that I don't like werewolves. I believe people can read this as a novel but in reality the author just wants to expose their readers to the monsters they see in other worlds.

She had to find a way to talk to Jamie Dalton Volka. She probably shouldn't have been surprised at the size of the crowd in the bookstore. After all, when a well-known local resident, in fact, the head librarian, wrote a book that was moving up the charts, people would certainly turn out en masse for it, and they did. She had listened while Jamie spoke about writing her book. How her fascination with wolves had led her to do her research and write this romance about a wolf and a human. She hadn't, however, given any hint as to what had sparked her interest in the first place. Paranormal was a very popular genre with people these days. Lia wondered what they'd say if they knew there was more

Feral wolves who attack without a reason or prior warning. I turned towards the forest,my eyes searching for Alexander. As I ran towards the fray,a chilling realization stopped me cold. The howls weren't random. They were organized. When I reached the border,a wolf caught my attention,his fur was as dark as night,and eyes as crimson as blood. A voice echoed in my mind,deep and unfamiliar. “Finally. It's time Lea,you can't run anymore.”

The other wolf started coming towards her, but Clara had no plans on starting any random hook ups. She waited until he was inches from her face before pouncing forward and taking off at full speed. She heard a low growl and could feel him on her heels. If wolves could laugh Clara would've let out a loud one. She wasn't much of a weightlifter or a fighter, but since joining here she exceled at running and much to her surprise enjoyed showing off. She slowed down a little, not wanting the chase to end yet. She felt the breath of the other wolf on her tail and kicked it up again. Pulling way in front of him. It was obvious the other wolf couldn't even compete with her.

I said softly, because silence had become too full, “I spent all afternoon in the library trying to prove you aren’t what my brain is trying to make you.” The wolf’s eyes did not leave my face. I laughed once, quietly and without humour. “That’s not a great sign, is it?” He blinked, slow. I leaned back in the chair, staring out at the yard. “I found folklore books. Real ones. Weird ones. Academic ones. And every second page wanted to tell me silver means protection and wolves with unnatural coloured eyes are omens and stories.” The wolf’s ears twitched at the word silver. I noticed. Of course I noticed. My fingers tightened on the arm of the chair.