Wolf Gacha Life Novels & Stories

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.

I always wondered why there are no black wolves in the modern world. More precisely, why I have not yet come across one. After all, my inner beast is a black wolf. And the answer was simple - I'm from another world, the world of magic and sorcery. Also, the gift of fire flows in my veins, and after traveling to the universe of my ancestors, I was finally able to curb it. It was only after visiting the house of my grandparents that I managed to truly learn how to control my flame. Now I will no longer allow you to wipe your feet on me, because my strength is in no way inferior to the strength of any alpha male. The frightened puppy is a thing of the past and, if necessary, I will force everyo

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

Tell me, do you know anything else about my gift? - No, Leah, - he sighed: - Just guesses. By the way, werewolves with such a gift must be registered. But neither you, nor your mother, none of the Silver flock stands and was not registered with such a gift. So the question is: did your mother, grandmother, and so on have a similar gift, or are you the only one, if of course this is possible.

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!

But the strange thing was that the wound quickly returned to normal as if it had never happened. "Who are you?" Selina couldn't help but ask. Wolfgang did not answer Selina's question but asked in return. "So, who are you?" He wiped the blood on the knife and folded it neatly into his pocket. “When you tell me your identity, I will tell you who I am.” Selina knew that if she didn't answer Wolfgang's question today, he would not let her leave. “Yes, I am not human. I'm Wolf." Wolfgang wasn't too surprised by Selina's answer. Because from the moment she saw him cut into the flesh, he knew his thoughts were not wrong. If it were an average human, the response would be to scream or run away, rat

Beta Leo began to speak again, "Within your mind, there is a barrier. A wall which must be opened to allow your wolf to cross over into the physical realm. Only you can open the barrier. Only your wolf can choose to cross through the opening." Luna Maisie took my hands again. "Lily guide Celia's wolf forward. Celia, imagine opening a door and invite your wolf to step through."

“Then there’s the fact that I have no wolf—“ “—Well that obviously doesn’t matter if you can still pick up all these absolutely hotties without trying,” Lucy replied. “There’s always been something about you, Freya.” “Ugh, not that crescent birthmark crap again,” I groaned. “You don’t think it’s weird that we’re werewolves, and you just so happen to have a crescent moon birthmark on your back?” Lucy asked. “You’ve been watching too many of those friggin’ movies again,” I replied.

“Yes. Isn’t that fair? After centuries of watching her die. After all this time, watching her make the wrong choices. Now you can finally make the right choice, the choice she wasn’t strong enough to make.” Something deep inside me moves. It isn’t magic or a memory. It feels like instinct. Something that I haven’t felt since Nyxara took over my life. My wolf stirs for the first time without restraint. He is no longer caged or muted. No longer suppressed by the confines of the Game. He is finally awake, which can only mean one thing. Nyxara is losing her grasp on everything. She is losing her grasp on me.