Wolf Gacha Life Novels & Stories

Kassandra's POV: It has been four years of hell since my parents passed away and people are astonished that I am still alive without my wolf. They think i am weak. Today is my 18th birthday and I am hoping I can find my mate and since highschool is almost over I am debating if I want to run away and live as a lone wolf in the human city. For the past four years I have snuck out of the pack house everynight to let my wolf out and train so I am not weak. I also learned recently that alphas commands don't work on me which has me puzzled.

“I’m Faleece, your wolf, and you’ll never be alone ever again.” ☾⭒☾⭒☾⭒☾⭒☾⭒☾⭒☾⭒☾⭒☾⭒☾⭒

My wolf won’t have this! ^~^

It had the same wolf as always, but this time it was very different. “Well, I do, but this one was different. I am usually running through the woods. Like I am being chased by wolves.” “By wolves?” He asks. “Yeah, I think there are multiple, but I only ever see one. It's this beautiful white wolf with green eyes like mine.” “Oh really?” Luka seemed so captivated as he waited for me to continue.

A red stone appeared in the center of the decoration. "Now you're part of the pack," Mikhail's voice snapped me out of my trance. “A black alloy of metals, as a symbol of black wolves, and a red stone is a symbol of the fire inside you,” he explained, pointing to his own, exactly the same pendant around his neck. Am I part of the pack now? Part of the family ... It seemed that tears were pouring down my cheeks ... It didn’t seem, but it was so ... I laughed stupidly, rubbing them over my face, and they kept flowing and flowing without stopping ...

A LIFELESS LIVE Once upon a time, there was a keeper, who became a king in a strange land, he was free and had felt no danger living as a king in a strange land, he wandered freely about without looking back, this keeper was created as an ordinary clay statue, it was placed in front of a gate, the owner of that house purchased it and put him there, he named him keeper, as he used to jokingly said, " there was a keeper who keeps watch at my house even if travel, and people always laugh, but one day something strange happened in the house at night, dogs were barking and the villagers had wondered why, but no one came out, for their was a wolf that usually walked the land every night and had be

A flash of silver out of the corner of his eye drew his eyes up to see a slight shimmer in the air before they all disappeared into it, a sword sticking out of his Luna after she jumped in front of an advancing warrior from the crowd. The wolf that impaled the Luna looked just like him! What wolf possesses that skill? The ability to glamor takes a very rare wolf with a specific set of skills. I know only one wolf that has resources like those, Jo, Sir Alpha of the Rogues. That's strike 1... Rex’s uman was frozen in terror, but his wolf acted instinctively, phasing and lunging himself at the upper tier, a black aura radiating from him. "Alpha, stop!" Makai warned. He followed his Alpha's lead

My wolf ! Noooooo !

What is her gift? - We, by virtue of nature, cannot freely communicate with animals, they are afraid of us, - she began to explain, - and werewolves with such a gift not only approach any animals calmly, but also feel their life streams. For example, you can say that your head hurts, show where it hurts, and werewolves with such a gift feel it. They are excellent veterinarians and are highly valued at our fur farms. In our flock, sable, arctic fox, marten, ermine are bred. A very profitable business. I still don't get what's wrong? A wonderful gift, - but I thought to myself that I don’t have a gift at all.

And nothing more, and that’s not enough for me,” Yang answered sharply. - Not enough? - Baturin grinned. —Will her death be a sufficient argument? She only managed to catch a menacing roar from Ian, and the next moment the alpha of the black wolves broke the oak table with his interlocutor. — Have you and Rinat just now thought about the consequences? — A malicious grin lit up the black wolf’s face. — So, when you started injecting a three-year-old child with a vaccine that suppresses the essence of a werewolf, you didn’t think about it then? Bastards!