Wolf Fiction Novels & Stories

He limped as he walked. I'm not here to fight, he said. His voice was rough. Tired. Then why are you here? The wolf looked at the valley. At the cabins. At the smoke rising from the communal fire. I heard there was a new pack, he said. A pack where turned wolves don't burn. Where born wolves don't rule. Where a woman with red eyes binds the dead to her soul. Luan's jaw tightened. Who told you that? The wolf sat down on the far bank. His injured leg stuck out at a bad angle.

A husky depth that is a little lower than most femmes, but it’s melodic. “Yes!! I love your stories.” I reply in unleashed excitement, hurrying to lie back down in my bed and eager to hear this one. I bounce, and shuffle, while still holding her hand and wriggle myself down like a squirming caterpillar into my sheets once more, pushing my head back against my cushion, sinking in. I don’t care why she’s come in through my window and not the door. Or why she came in the night, I want to be a good girl and listen to her magical adventure story. The one in which a wolf learns magic. That’s crazy, and even I know that wolves can do no such thing!

The wolf had flown, message interrupted but nonetheless nailed deeply home. If you’re offering, offer well. *** “I don’t know why the three of you insist upon applying meaning to the appearance of the wolf,” Ritter said as he inserted the needle again, causing Higgins to wince in pain. “Is it because you’re writers? Is that it? The wolf’s not a foreshadow or an omen or a metaphor. It’s a wolf. A rare case, granted, but just a fucking wolf.”

Did I read the wrong books that Werewolves get overexcited at the full moon night? No…No… I read the correct books. I believe my father, knows well about the werewolves. His book was not an imaginary story, it was a fact. Maybe Debra’s shy wolf. She may not want to turn into her wolf as she hated her kind. Let us say this was the reason. I snapped to my wristwatch, almost 9, time to hop at work. As a talented fashion designing graduate, I had built my identity in Amber City. I had established my own Fashion Company in the town, ‘KW Company of Fashion and Designing’.

Zeus said to me. "I am not going to mate with a low level Omega that would be bad for my soon to be pack" I said to Zeus. Then quickly pushed him to the back of my mind hushing him up, all of a sudden all my senses were on high alert. I smelt a wolf, I came to a complete stop, and I looked around but couldn't see anyone around me. I slowly crept around to an opening in the woods, that's when I saw the most beautiful white wolf ever seen. she was just laying down beside the pond. Impossible I thought to myself I've never seen a white wolf no one would believe me. "I can not connect with her it's like there's no soul in her, no one to talk to" Zeus said.

The driver, to my great relief, was a woman. I greeted her and told her a sad story about a broken car. A new friend did not remain indifferent, offering a ride. I gave her the first address that came to mind, and the rest of the way she was just silent, peering into the lights of the night city. Gradually, physical weakness receded, though the insane agony, pushing to surrender to the first comer, only intensified, leading to new gloomy thoughts. I hope that I will still be able to remain loyal to the alpha of the gray wolf clan ...

I slowly sat down on the ground even though it was hard. The black wolf attacked Reginald, he move backward to avoid the attacked, they’re running from the distance and for an instance Reginald attacked the black wolf using his talons from his paws. Uncounted attacked that he made and he bite the enemy to the neck. Wanted to get rid of the black wolf from him but Reginald was stronger he didn't give the enemy a chance to retaliate until the black wolf gradually lost consciousness and the black wolf bathing on his own blood to the ground. It looks like his head will be detached to his neck.

- The girl nodded. -Although only the first part of the novel, the other part of the manuscript is still being written so I don't know the end but I liked the story a lot, I want to know what happens with their daughter and the wolf that she claims. I admire the protagonist. She is very efficient and strong, and she doesn't care what others say about her- -Oh, it sounds interesting, Izen will take it- he announced to the wolf, putting the manuscript inside her tunic.

The wind was still howling when she noticed a sign proclaiming Silver Town and another displaying the speed restriction. But it wasn't long before she became aware of the wolf pursuing her through the woods. Running was out of the question. He'd track her down and murder her. She turned and stood her ground, knowing she didn't have a chance. There was nothing more she could do. And wolf to Wolf combat was preferable human to wolf combat. Caitlin's gloves were ripped off and stuffed into Cody's coat pocket.

She found the section on history books first, she reached for an old book that caught her eyes, with a thick brown, worn cover and a picture of a wolf on it, one that looked quite similar to the painting of the wolf on the wall in the living room. How strange? She took it immediately, having found her next read, she skipped out of the library and back to her room. She sat curled up in bed by the window, lunch was served by a servant as promised, she ate and stuck to get book. This book, titled, 'The Wolf Within' she had never really read anything like it. It seemed more like a fictional write up, than a history book. It talked about a wolf that was embedded into the souls of 'special people'