Wolf Hall Novels & Stories

I look older than I did yesterday, as if stepping through the veil scraped years off my life. The younger she-wolf drifts closer, her voice quiet. “You all right?” I nod once. “Fine.” She offers a small smile. “None of us are fine. If we were, we wouldn’t be here.” Before I can answer, a bell chimes somewhere inside the castle. It is so deep that it shakes the stones under our feet. A line of torchlight flickers to life along the archway ahead, forming a path into the great hall.

Without paying attention to his possessive attitude, Radolf rushed forward, caging me in his arms to threaten angrily, " No..No... Stop.." I gave him another puzzled look and heard his ordering voice, next to my ears, " Turn around everyone!" I was stunned including Cohen who quickly gestured at the warriors to turn around. My thoughts ran wild for a few moments. Was he jealous or just being polite? Those questions kept debating in my mind. With another bark from Radolf, I was snapped out of my dazed state, " What are you waiting for? Now go!" --- Redhowl Vale owned an impressive area of woods in Wolverton World. No matter from which corner of the castle you look around, the woods surround t

his words sharp and edged with disbelief. Sarai’s heart raced as she dared to peek through the keyhole. Her breath caught in her throat, her sapphire eyes widening in horror. What she saw sent a chill down her spine—Hugo standing amidst the wreckage, his sea-green eyes locked on a monstrous figure she barely recognized. It was a wolf, but not just any wolf. This one had light brown fur with a black patch across its back, its amber eyes glowing with a cruel intensity. The creature stood beside another, darker figure—Malrik—his grin wide with satisfaction.

Mira’s POV, The Wolf Hall was already burning when I stumbled through the gates. The sound of steel and screams hit me first, wolves crying out, a low resonant groaning in my chest before I could understand what was happening inside the courtyard. Damn! The Wolf Spirit Core of our pack was weakening drastically! The hall doors were long gone, wood splintered everywhere with stone cracked around the courtyard. Running through the mess, I pushed through the door gap and stopped for one second to scan the room.

Done hiding. The White Wolf has risen.

Kaela’s POV The funeral was held at the Voss mansion, and every important wolf family in Paris seemed to be there. The house was covered in black cloth and white funeral lilies. Their smell filled the hall so strongly that it covered Eleanor’s real scent. She had planned even that. She did not want anyone to sense too much from her today.

Elva said trying to remember where she saw them. " So you've Clearfield that they are your maids?" I asked, looking at her. " Yes, kind of," she said, still trying to remember where she saw them. " So that means the murderer is still in the castle, because this one over here, I mean the one who was stabbed or from scratch because the one on her neck went really deep, deep enough to kill her. Wait, so the murderer is a wolf, but what kind of wolf is he or she, because the person didn't remove their clothes or anything? Just killed them, why? For fun or revenge or warning or…" I was stopped by Elva's annoyed voice.

Elena *****Crescent Valley Fortress — War Hall, Minutes After the Shadows Vanished***** The hall was still buzzing with fear. Warriors whispered among themselves, some shaking, others pacing, trying to understand what had just attacked us. The lights flickered one more time before stabilizing, but the air felt different now, heavier, colder, like the shadows had left a stain no one could wash away.

“Good? I’m surprised you’re here.” “Why do you say that?” “You didn’t hear?” Sigwulf’s forehead creased with uncertainty. “Hear what, exactly?” Brian’s face became one of sorrow. “I’m so sorry Sigwulf, but your friend, Master Wilson, of Wilson’s Wines. He’s dead.” The knight’s complexion paled. “The guard detachment found him this morning. They think robbery.” Sigwulf sank back in his chair. First the sourcing of Galadon and Katrall information, now the murder of the knight in charge of all the secrets in Bunton, Derrell and Hawthorn.