Wolf Hall Novels & Stories

She simply had it, the way very few people had it - completely, without effort, as a default state of being. "Anything new?" she asked, without looking up from the document she was reading. "We've got vampires," Kael said. Valkyrie looked up. "We found bite marks on a dead wolf back at the Draven castle" Zara said. "They placed the body on the bed in the master bedroom and shared blood all over the place. I honestly believe it's staged." Valkyrie looked at Oren. A silent conversation passed between them. "Clear the table," she said to the two senior wolves. They cleared it. She spread the document she'd been reading aside and gestured at the chairs. "Sit. Tell me everything."

~Takoda~ By the time I reached the old mill, every wolf in the room already knew something was wrong. Nobody greeted me. Nobody wasted breath on small talk. The building stood north of town beyond the last paved road, hidden among pine and snow, its weathered frame surviving on stubbornness and pack history alone. Lanterns burned low against the walls, casting amber light across maps, old records, and the grim faces gathered around the central table.

The Council Hall appeared at midday. It rose from the flat ground like a bone pale stone, sharp angles, windows like narrow eyes. No flags. No banners. Just the building, watching. Nell stopped. "That's it?" Rue asked. "That's it," Elias said. "It looks like a tomb." "It is. For some." They walked toward it. The doors opened before they knocked. A wolf stood in the doorway tall, gray-haired, wearing a black coat that brushed the ground. His eyes were the color of old gold. His face was carved from something harder than stone.

When facing a battle, the most important thing for a Wolf is to believe in his leader. After a while came what the Nolan group feared, their enemy. The opponent has three people, a wolf with yellow fur and a wolf with red fur walking ahead. The wolf with black fur walked behind the other two, his blue eyes making the viewer feel fear. This group of assassins was very different from the usual ones who used to hide and sneak attacks on the Ezra people. But these guys came to be strangely arrogant and cavalier. Had it not been for the declaration of war befra's group would have thought they had come to make friends.

It was beautiful in the long-stemmed crystal glasses. "You mean our people," Rolph corrected and then looked up at Alrick. "Thank you." Alrick nodded and then filled the rest of the glasses. "No, I mean your people," I corrected. "My people are long gone." Rolph nodded. "Yes. I heard of the massacre." He tilted his head to the side, a crease forming between his eyes. "You were a member of the Royal Family of the Arctic Wolves, were you not?" "She still is," Xander replied, holding his glass up to touch mine.

Dean’s POV continued- The cells are usually kept pretty dark. Since the wolves have better night vision it’s not a problem for them, but when we turn the bright spot lights on it sure makes it a lot worse for them too. We keep the observation area dark so the rogue can’t see everyone in the room. I decided not to tell Alec and Zander because, well, I still wanted to have a little fun. We got to the interrogation area and I held up a hand so they knew to hold back a bit, then I gave the signal for the lights. The flinching and barely audibly cursing coming from the wolves? Worth it. It took a second for them to recover and I tried my best to hide my smirk as Alec looked at me.

Luna returned to Dream’s Waterfront while Halle took a cab to Royal Gardens. This place... It was Andrius and her love nest in her heart. She came here to reminisce about the moments they had spent together. “A-Andrius? I-is it really you? Am I hallucinating...” Not long after she entered, she bumped into Andrius, who was coming out of the restroom and was instantly shocked. Then, she shook her head. The official website had already released an obituary, stating that the Wolf King had died in battle. All the flags had to be flown at half-mast, and a tomb was being constructed for the Wolf King.

** Next Day ** Isabella could hear the loud howl of the wolf as thirty of the girls were led into the “Bloody hall” as they call it. The boys were already being lectured in the hall. The hall was a very large one, it was made of thick brick high walls. It had no windows in it but was unroofed. The floor was made of natural rock, hard, cold during evening and early mornings but hot in the afternoon. “Love is a sin committed by weak people and it makes them weaker. Any object of love that is found beside you has to be eliminated” the voice in the thick Russian accent continued to shout. “The day you start to love someone is the day you start to die”

“The three black werewolves, it was a message.” Aria frowned, not understanding. “The time of the terrorists. The three black werewolves. The king and his two eldest sons. One of them is a prisoner now.” The Terrorizers. The ones her father wanted to stop. They were three black werewolfs, always three with one flying at the front and one on each behind him. They were known to cause terror and therefore got the name. Alone, they took many lives and burned villages down to the ground.