Wolf Hall Kindle Novels & Stories

Wolves weren't meant to be in the air. "About six hours. We'll be twelve hours ahead of the Council. I hope that's enough time." Guillame wondered if the women looked like their ancestors. He looked through the book in his lap, filled with pictures from so long ago. He lingered over one in particular, his fingers brushing the picture like he was touching the subject in person. He sighed. After all these years he still missed her. --------------------------

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.”

"We’re under attack!" I turned to him, my heart racing. Lucien’s eyes hardened, the storm inside him returning in full force. "It begins." And then, from behind the door, I heard the most chilling sound. The sound of a wolf’s howl, echoed through the halls of the palace, announcing the arrival of an enemy who would stop at nothing to tear everything apart. And just as Lucien moved toward the door, I saw a shadow slip into the room from behind him. A figure, cloaked in darkness, with eyes that gleamed with deadly intent.

I cursed the library for being so huge, until I spotted a name. The book was wine coloured and had the words, ‘Laws of The Pack’ written in a very bold and elegant font. I took it out of the shelf, feeling accomplished. I made my way out of the library and towards my chambers as I was eager to scan each page of the book. I knew the task was going to be hectic, but I was willing to take the risk, for Kayla. As I made a turn into the hallway my chamber was located, I sighted the messenger wolf, pacing frantically in front of the door. My eyebrows were raised as I approached him.

“I can’t wait to prove I’m right.” *THE END* To be continued: Wolfborn, Book 3 of the Wolfbane Series

My eyes widened in disbelief as my mouth dropped open, "hellhounds!? Like the ones that were created by Hades? God of the Underworld?" Axil nodded gravely, his eyes flashing with pain briefly before he willed it away. I've read this in an old history book when I was about nine years old, I think. Wolves were basically the living version of a hellhound. When a wolf dies, their soul is sent to the underworld. Hades saw the potential in their souls and created his own version, which he called hellhounds.

” Jonah said, turning his back on Conan. Jonah’s eyes landed on a jet black wolf with golden eyes, standing in front of the hall. The wolf's hackles were up as it stood protectively in front of the hall. Blood dripped from the wolf's mouth, its coat shining in the flickering flames of the egypt stake and burn pile. The snow surrounding the wolf was red. A young boy with hair that matches the color of the dancing flames breaking down the hall’s doors. Decapitated soldiers lining the front entrance. The black wolf locked eyes with Jonah as they shimmered in the fire light.

Rex snorted. Closing his eyes, Rex concentrated on reaching the inner sanctuary of his mind. Once he was transported into his mind, Moon was right. He saw a long hallway where every door looked the same. How was he supposed to find the door his wolf is locked up behind. Around the middle of the hallway, Rex walked up to a door that had black smoke puffing out of it. This had to be the door. Rex took a deep breath, grabbed the doorknob, and opened it.

I stit him up against the wall to catch his breath. "Are you alright?" I ask. He stares at me with a shocked look on his face then says, "What happened?" pausing "I could feel my wolf dying". My eyes widen in shock "You're a warewolf?" Oh great Stella getting involved with werewolves, smart. "What is your name?"I ask "Thomas" he replies."We have to get out of here before they come back," he says.

He looked to her for an answer. “Is it an outdoor wedding?” “There’s only one place to party at Homeland. Have you ever been to the bar?” “No. I haven’t.” She grinned. “You’re in for a treat then. There is going to be dancing.” His features brightened. “I love that. I learned how to waltz for that ball I was invited to at the White House next month.” 220 Justice Everyone in the golf cart laughed except Jacob Hills. He frowned. “What’s so