Novel & Cerita Wolf Fiction

I sighed. I turned to the first story and started reading. I read story after story. Some were interesting, some were familiar, some were bizarre. Then, more than halfway through the book, I found it. The very first line read, "There once was a young girl. Her wolf had no name." It was titled, 'Child of Stars', kind of fitting since my Dad's wolf is Starfire. My wolf chimed in with her usual pessimism, 'It won't help.'

But just before the dreaded impact, Alpha Knight swooped in to intervene. Something in my chest warmed at the sight of his majestic black wolf, larger than any of the wolves I saw here. I bit my lip when Alpha Knight continued to cover everything from the attackers' rampage to the defense of his people. The onslaught continued relentlessly. On top of that, the vicinity is barely illuminated now that chaos ensues. Rummaging against the crowd of wolves who were part of the Western Kingdom, a bunch of morbid corpses stared at me back. It took a lot of courage to bite down on my lip and prevent myself from puking. I still wasn't used to the horrors of battle.

What's a little fun that I can't have? “I'm specifically looking…” he paused as he opened a page in a book and then turned it to me. "For the White Wolf.” The page had a picture of a white wolf in it sitting under a huge moon. This was supposed to be alarming to me, but I wasn't bothered. This might prove Axton's theory of humans wanting more after finding little. Maybe they were the ones that carried the bodies of those lycans, and now they're back for more. But somehow I disagreed with that thought. What if this guy has read some books and done a little research, and now he wants to discover one for himself? That also makes sense.

Atlas asks as he leans over the table trying to reach the book when Samuel snaps his hand away. "We won't know until it shows itself. But there could be many," Samuel says as he points to the book and flips the page. "There has been one wolf who had the gift of reading minds, he was worshiped until people turned against him." He shows a painting of a wolf with a blue aura around it. "And the one who was able to move things with its mind, they tried to use him as a weapon and he ended up killing himself in order not to harm others." He flipped a page to an orange wolf, he had the colors of the fall.

“Really? What's it about?” “It's a legend that follows an incredible she-wolf, with powers beyond anyone's imagination. The tale describes how she once found a he-wolf close to death in the Arctic. She was weirdly drawn by him, and it turned out he was her mate. He had gone rogue after being banished from his pack and exiled to the Arctic as an attempt to overthrow their Alpha. Sadly, being a normal wolf, he couldn't survive in the weather,” I realized Xavier really was very fond of this tale. His enthusiasm said it all.

“Did you read that one paranormal romance that I recommended? Alpha’s Woman? The one about the sexy werewolves?” “Oh, Anne. C’mon.” Christa laughed. “You’re not saying these guys are werewolves, are you? That’s crazy! Werewolves don’t exist.” “Did you ever see the blue-eyed wolf and Wils at the same time? Or the one with green eyes when Cain was around? Or the gray-eyed wolf with Ronan or the brown-eyed wolf with Brad? I’ll bet you never did, because I’m convinced they’re one and the same. I never saw man and wolf together, and believe me, I was watching for them. What else would explain wild wolves with manners? Wild wolves that cover their eyes when told not to look? Wild wolves that came

Continuing their exploration through the book, he turned to a specific page, and Jennifer bent down to examine a sketch of her wolf. “It’s-” she began. “It’s the rarest kind,” he interrupted, his voice taking on a mysterious tone. “A cursed wolf named ‘Snow.’ A beautiful creature who could blend into the snow with her white coat. But her story took a tragic turn when she fell in love with the head Alpha of a pack, not knowing he was already married to a witch.” As he recounted the tale, he skillfully wove a vivid picture of the forbidden romance between the white wolf and the Alpha, their bond as destined mates, and the rage of the witch when she discovered their connection.

Burning. Ancient. The smoke peeled back like curtains. And the creature stepped forward. A wolf larger than any nightmare. Fur blacker than void. Chains wrapped across its torso, digging deep into spectral flesh. Each breath came out as a storm of shadows. Fenrak’s blood turned to ice. “No way…” he whispered. It was impossible. It was legendary. It was the thing Rhea had dreamed about—the red-eyed wolf watching from the fog. The myth Kael believed in.

I stood in shock as wolf against wolf battled on the lawn. A small coppery-colored wolf, reminding me of Gunnar, was being overtaken by two others. They weren’t fighting fair. The injustice and my love for Gunnar sent me flying down the wooden staircase. Ghost, in his giant black form, was defending the bottom steps from an equally large grey wolf trying to come up. The front door was splintered, and each time a wolf came through, he was challenged. Magnus was as large and dark as Ghost, but he had a white stripe on his chest. He pounced on another gray wolf as soon as it entered the house. Diesel, with his brown wolf, was already on the porch, engaged in a fight. I looked past the front por

Too quiet. Rosa, Dickson, Lycan, and I walked side by side, weapons drawn. “No birds,” Rosa said. “No tracks either,” Dickson added. “That’s not normal.” Lycan sniffed the air. “They’re here.” We stopped near a clearing. That’s when we saw them. Three dead wolves. Not killed by humans. Not by blades. But torn apart. Clawed. Bitten. “We need to go back,” I whispered. “Now.”