Wolf Hall Kindle Novels & Stories

--- The great hall was filled with wolves when we reached it. Vidar stood on the platform, his arms spread wide, his voice rising. He was speaking of Stellan—of his weakness, his betrayal, his death. He was speaking of the half-blood who had killed him, who had brought destruction to the North Star lands, who would bring destruction still.

She continued with her game of pretense. “Yeah! It sure is a wolf. My ears can't lead me astray!" “I don't think you did, and again, what would a wolf look for in a densely populated place like new York City," she said and dashed off, with the knowledge that he was staring at her. She reached the venue and was surprised to see it sealed off by the police. There was none of them at the scene. She heaved a sigh of relief but decided to take the back door as a safety precaution.

He still went by Beta Vashkov although he’d pretty much taken over all of Ryker’s duties. Taking a deep breath, I reopened my eyes and sat on the bed. With a flick of one hand, I summoned a ball of red smoke that grabbed the book from a table a few feet away from me and brought it to my lap. I flipped through the pages until I found one page that contained a little piece of information on Mad Wolf. The tip of my finger traced the picture of the sword as I read the same three paragraphs that I’d been reading for more than five dozen times.

Rich in a way that made my human brain go nope and my new vampire instincts go more. I set it down quickly before either part of me won the argument. “So,” I said, desperate to change the subject. “What’s new in the… great hall world?” His gaze sharpened. “There was an incident last night. An intruder in the outer grounds. A wolf.” My spine went rigid. A wolf. As in werewolf. As in the creatures who, in the book, would be directly involved in my untimely demise. “They were repelled,” he continued, “but it is… troubling. These are dangerous times, Astrid. You would do well to be careful.”

And when it was over, I smelled like lavender and herbs and nothing else. Forgettable, she said. Untraceable. Safe. I immediately woke gasping. The ceiling of my dormitory room stared back at me, stone and shadow. Raven's bed was empty...she was an early riser, already gone to the dining hall. The window showed a sky the color of bruises. *** Wolf History was held in a circular stone chamber beneath the east tower. The walls were covered in tapestries that moved; scenes from wolf history playing out in slow motion. A pack hunting across a frozen plain. A treaty signed in blood. A wolf shifting beneath a full moon, his bones breaking and reforming in a dance of agony and power.

I looked over at Lucas who nodded at me. There was a brief pause on the other end of the line before Professor Black responded, his tone alert. "Of course, Shana. What's on your mind?" "We found a book," I explained, exchanging a glance with Lucas. "It's... special. And we think it might have some connection to the Ethereal Palace." A hint of surprise colored Professor Black's voice. "A book?" "It's a locked book that is all about the White Wolf," Lucas continued. "It was hidden in a secret room in the palace. We wanted to open it to see if it could give us any clues."

Murmurs followed as the recruits retreated. Later, Thorn knelt beside her. “Why provoke?” She wrung hem fabric. “If a wolf tests the fence and finds no spark, he bites harder tomorrow.” “Spark?” He studied her. “You’re moonlight in rags. Sparks burn.” Her answering smile was thin. “Moonlight still cuts darkness.” --- #### The Feast of Wolves At dusk guards escorted Ophelia to the great hall, chains clinking over rush-strewn floors. Tables sagged under roast hare, root pies, and black-spiced ale. Warriors pounded mugs when Rurik entered.

He'd abandoned them to fend for themselves, and she'd met her soul mate. Uncle Hrothgar lunged at Cindon once more, this time splitting his neck in two like Lucian had done to Crassus. No one moved for some minutes, the grays observing what the red wolf did next and the reds looking at Lucian. "My younger brother, Leidolf." Ravena rose and nodded to the red wolf who was standing near to Bruin's body. "And, of course, Uncle Hrothgar." She made a motion to the other.

The crowd erupted in agreement, warriors howling, elders nodding, pack unity blazing brighter than the darkness pressing at their borders. --- Far Beyond the Forest – The Fortress of Shadows A sharp knock echoed through the dark stone hall. Lila lounged on a silk-draped chaise, sipping dark wine. Zara stood near the window, arms folded, lips tight. The door creaked open. One of the spies entered, head bowed low. “My Queen… they found it.” Lila’s eyes sharpened. “What?” “The curse. The White Wolf discovered it. And she took it straight to their herbalist. They know.”

“What are you waiting for? You’re going to get soaked.” Wondering again if one of the both of them was losing a few nuts he joined her. Matthew Wolffe. Nicknamed the Wolf. Self-made and successful. And he was running in the streets alongside a laughing nurse who caught his attention singing soulfully at a club. She was laughing as she shielded her head from the rain, dodging passersby. Before long they were in front of her apartment. She led him through the doors and up the steps to her apartment. They were both dripping wet by the time they got into the warmth of her home. She left his side and turned on the lights. A puppy with light brown fur danced around her legs.