Wolf Hollow Book Novels & Stories

At first, I saw nothing but my own lit steps and the pale rectangle of porch boards. Then movement at the edge of the frame. A shadow stepped into the wash of light. Large. Black. My lungs forgot themselves. The wolf stood just beyond the porch, one forepaw in the light, body mostly in shadow. He wasn’t threatening. He wasn’t prowling. He was simply… there. Watching the house. Blue eyes caught the porch light and glowed like deep water touched by moon. The book slid from my lap. My pulse slammed so hard it hurt. For one absurd second, I thought of all the folklore spread across my kitchen table and nearly laughed from the sheer cruel timing of it.

As I took small bites of my meal, my mind wandered back to the book's descriptions. When breakfast was finally over, I excused myself politely and headed back to the garden. I retrieved the book from its hiding place and found a secluded spot where I could read in peace. The more I read, the more I realized how much had been lost to history. The white wolves were not the monsters they had been made out to be. They were beings of incredible power and kindness, who had only sought to live in harmony with others.

I stand slowly and reveal my position in front and to the right of her slowly just as a deep angry growl sounds from her in warning. This is going to be interesting. Anders is probably right – I’m about to get my ass bit. ---- Willow I watch as a large dark grey wolf with bright blue eyes slowly stands from where it was hiding in the undergrowth of a bush. I’ve never had a wolf in my territory before and need to warn it off now, so I can get back to the cabin to get Dad inside.

“Diana, Mom had called me, so enjoy yourself here. I’ll be back shortly.” I nodded, and she strode out of the library, leaving me alone. I moved toward the werewolves section and started looking for a book about history or anything related to my golden wolf. But I found nothing. I became frustrated. She has a vast collection and not a single book on Golden Wolf. Puffing, the air out of my lungs, I looked around the library, and a book in the witches section caught my eye. I retrieved it. It was the book “The Whispering Witch of Willowdale” with the witch’s history. Not getting what I wanted to read, I decided to read it, so I took it and went to the coach. Settling on it, I opened the first

Every instinct inside me screamed danger. Slowly, a figure emerged from between the silver trees. Tall. Dark. Human-shaped. Yet somehow wrong. Its eyes glowed with black light. The same unnatural light I had seen surrounding the Hollow Creator. The figure smiled. The moment it did, the First Wolf stepped in front of me protectively. I had never seen fear on her face before. Now I did, and that terrified me more than anything. The figure’s smile widened. Then it spoke. Its voice sounded exactly like mine.

“Are you okay? Who are you speaking to? I ask, a bit worried. “It's a voice in my head, she calls herself Lyra. I know you might think I'm crazy and probably need to go to an asylum but it's the truth” “I believe you”. I say smiling at her while finally closing the gap between us, I reach out to her once again, patiently waiting and praying for her to take my hands. Just as she reaches out to me, I hear the ruffling of leaves nearby and then a different scent hits me. My instincts to protect her kicks in and I quickly tell her to get behind me while abruptly scanning the area for rogues. As expected, a couple of wolves jump out of hiding and begin circling us, their intent clear as they grow

I'm sure that the wolf found food elsewhere. My brain refused to wrap itself around any other explanation. When my dinner was ready, I sat in the living room and opened a book app on my phone, opting to read while I ate. I scrolled through my books, but nothing seemed as interesting as what had occurred in my own home that morning. Then I thought of something. Out of curiosity, I scrolled through the wolf-shifter books and started reading. But then I quickly closed the app when I started looking for similarities between the stories and what had happened this morning.

Feral wolves who attack without a reason or prior warning. I turned towards the forest,my eyes searching for Alexander. As I ran towards the fray,a chilling realization stopped me cold. The howls weren't random. They were organized. When I reached the border,a wolf caught my attention,his fur was as dark as night,and eyes as crimson as blood. A voice echoed in my mind,deep and unfamiliar. “Finally. It's time Lea,you can't run anymore.”

My body feels heavy, but my mind… my mind is awake now. Alive, loud and vivid. Images slice through me in rapid flashes—the bar, Zeke’s infuriating smile, my rage boiling over, leaving the bar. Then the scent in the air. Sweet, sickly, wrong. The shadow following me. My legs pumping, not as legs but as something more. Paws. My bones snapping and reforming, my skin tearing apart to make way for fur. A wolf. My wolf. The memories don't stop there. They keep going to the halloween night—the cage. The black wolf beneath silver bars. Ezekiel’s eyes staring into mine.

Another guy stood up, "I'm Ralph Bensen, a member of the beta hounds pack too. I like trekking. If you like to go trekking sometime, I'm pleased to help you." Lucian hit on Ralph's shoulder and made him sit in his place. "I'm Jacob Elrod, member of stealth Mane pack." "I'm Teo, a human." looked at the guys beside him and made a smile at me. "I'm Rudina Hart, alpha female of a howling jaws pack. Nice to meet you, Ms Hopper." Why are there so many werewolves in this class than humans? I saw the guy who helped me from the bus terminal to the school. The talkative guy? He's in this class too?