Wolf Hollow Book Novels & Stories

My off-road vehicle tore across the border line, but I didn't head toward the bustling human cities. Instead, I turned the wheel toward the one place every werewolf feared to tread: Death Valley. There, I found them. A pack of Rogues, cast out and exiled by their former tribes. They were a sorry sight—missing legs, blinded eyes, dressed in rags that barely clung to their emaciated frames. Their eyes held nothing but hollow despair. In my last life, I wasted my White Wolf gifts playing the dutiful housewife, cooking soup for two ungrateful Alphas.

“You still got time to change your mind.” I shook my head. “No. I don’t.” He nodded like he already knew I’d say that. Minutes stretched into miles. The city fell away, swallowed by dark roads and towering trees. The deeper we went, the heavier the air felt. Like something was watching. Like the land itself knew what I was. I glanced at him. “Where’s the book?” Elijah exhaled through his nose, then reached into the glove compartment, pulling it out. The Book of the White Wolf.

Intrigued, i decided to take the book back to the cabin to show Nikau. When i arrived back at the cabin, i excitedly showed Nikau the book, telling him all about the strange symbols and images that i had seen. Nikau was equally intrigued by the book, but nikau said that he would be leaving to check out on the pack for a few days. He asked me not to join him as he would be travelling in his wolf form. After he left, I settled into my cozy spot by the fireplace in the cabin, I opened the old book I had checked out from the library. The title, "The Lost Village of Ravenswood", immediately caught my attention and I was eager to learn more about this mysterious place.

Standing on the porch, peering into the blackening forest. The wind in gusts threw prickly snowflakes at me, shivering shiveringly, shrugged her shoulders and wrapped the edges of her shawl more tightly. Marta in the morning, turning into a red she-wolf, went hunting, but has not returned yet.

“You’re my mate, I think I can trust you with the information that can destroy my family.” “What!” I gasped looking at the book again now with a much different understanding. “What makes you think I wouldn’t use this against you?” “You don’t even understand what’s in them.” he laughed. “Then tell me!” I threw the diary down over his book. “If you don’t tell me then I’ll keep reading until I find out myself.” “I’m not one to discourage personal growth.” He shrugged back. “Come on!” I sighed and threw myself down into the chair next to him, “All I read so far was that this human through one of my ancestors created the barrier to keep in a black wolf.”

Ideally, if Kenton was successful, his vampires and the fairies would drive the wolves off of Wolf Mountain and I would no longer have to worry about Michael and Ethan and their revenge. “If we successfully drive the wolves away, will the name still be Wolf Mountain?” I asked as I lazily nibbled on a pretzel. “It’s the name that’s registered with the state reserve, so I imagine so,” Godwin said as he dropped down on the sofa next to me and stretched out so that his feet were crossed at the ankles and resting on the arm of the sofa and his head was in my lap. “That’s a pity,” I said as I lightly traced the curves of his ear with my fingertips. “It would be nice to never have to hear the word

I carefully climbed the jagged rock face, using every muscle in my body to hoist myself up by my claws, and then found a nice sturdy ledge to rest on. Moments later, my heart fluttered, as a cream-colored wolf with a silver undercoat backtracked, with his snout close to the ground. Wahoo! I prepared myself, my insides vibrating and adrenaline rushing. Steady, steady. He creeped closer until he was standing above the crime scene I’d left for him. And was that a whine? Milliseconds before I put my plan into action, I hesitated, as I sensed the kind of anguish I’d never in my life felt—the kind of despair that chokes you and leaves you with no more will. My chest tightened and I almost forgot h

I must admit, it’s such a stupid thing to be going after an unknown ghostly voice that i do not even recognize. My head turned to where the indistinct voice was coming from. My feet involuntarily move backwards towards the front door of the house that now feels so incredibly far from where I am. My eyes widened as I stared into 2 big yellow eyes that just appeared under the dark shadows of the trees. I could hear a low growl coming out from the big wolf. I have never seen this wolf before in my life but I have a strong feeling that he doesn’t belong here.

Right now, I need him. We head into town. We share the town with another pack called Red River. The town has shopping, restaurants and bars. We head to our favorite bar called The Hound. When we arrive several wolves, greet us as we walk to the bar. The owner Tommy pours us whiskey. “You feeling okay?” Devin asks. I hang my head and down my drink and Tommy pours me another. “No man I’m not. I feel lost.” I reply. “Dude go and get her. This feeling is not going to go away until she is back with you.” Devin tells me. “I can’t she doesn’t belong here with me,” I down another drink and get a refill.

What he stood to gain from killing the man. Yet I couldn’t ask them. At least not now. Not until I understood my heart. I clutched the book I borrowed from the library tightly to my chest as I crossed the lawn. It was a book about spirit wolves. Ancient beings that existed before wolves came into light. It’s been two days since I started reading it, trying to understand what I saw that night at the shore. Trying to make sense of the being that stood in the light that nearly took my sight from me. At the same time, I was trying to distract myself from Vincent and the silence between us. I stepped onto the lawn, walking past the fountain when I noticed the eyes watching from a distance.