Wolf Hollow Book Novels & Stories

Haley It seems blood red wolves have used this book as a journal and it gets passed down to the next one. The last entry is from the fifties. I can’t believe what I am reading. This has got to be some sick joke right? ‘December 1952 A dark witch has successfully created a potion that will make a blood red wolf obedient to her master. There is no known cure at this time. My mother is lost, gone and I’m never going to get her back. Blood red wolves beware, trust no one. I have gone into hiding deep in the woods where no humans or wolves live. It’s a hard life but at least I am free.’

And somehow that’s enough to make the others retreat too. One by one, the remaining wolves back away before bolting through the burning library like they’re terrified of whatever stands before them. The second they disappear, exhaustion crashes into me all at once. I weakly shift back into my human form while lying against the shattered floor, blood covering half my body. Across the room, the white wolf slowly turns toward the flames still devouring the library. Then it lets out an ear-splitting growl again. I wince at the sound. But as if commanded by the white wolf’s shrill growl, every flame surrounding us suddenly vanishes like something ripped the heat straight out of the room, leaving

"No one built it. It exists because stories exist. It is the place where forgotten tales go to wait." I approached the nearest shelf and reached for a book. Its surface was warm, pulsing with a gentle light. "Hello," I whispered. The book pulsed in response. I opened the first book. A story poured into my mind, vivid and alive. It was the tale of a wolf who had loved deeply and lost completely. A wolf who had been forgotten by everyone who knew her. A wolf who had faded into the void. I wept as I read her story. "Who was she?" Kael asked.

They were still dancing, but no one was paying them any mind. She felt like she was going to throw up. "I was going through some of my father's old books, the ones that speak of wolves. I came across a new one that was hidden deep within the back of the library underneath a mountain of his old books. See, the wolves have been quiet for the past few months, not attacking villages or livestock, and I was hoping to figure out more. The book was filled with information like I had never read before. It was obviously information that very few are privy to. It might very well be the only book of its kind."

The hunters were relentless, their numbers seemingly endless, but for every one that fell, another took its place. Just when it seemed like we might be overwhelmed, a new sound cut through the din—a deep, resonant howl that vibrated through my very bones. The hunters hesitated, their movements faltering, and for the first time, I saw something like fear in their eyes. From the shadows emerged a new figure, its presence commanding and unmistakable. It was the wolf—the one who always seemed to come to my rescue in times of dire need. Its fur was midnight black, and its eyes glowed with an otherworldly intensity. The hunters backed away, recognizing the power and protection that this mysterious

"Do you remember his name? Well, if it's not indiscreet." "Hmm 'Sullivan' something like that, but I can check in the register if you want." Derrick proposed "No need, thank you." So Nate had been here. I looked at the book in question and the title immediately sharpened my curiosity. 'The Wolves of Newcastle.' "An old book. The author tells inside his experience with a pack of wolves. But we never really knew which category to classify his book." He said "And why is that?" Leafing through the document "Several years after the book was published, he confessed in a conference that this work was based on real events. That nothing was fictional. He had said, I quote, 'They are among us, taking

The first wave of Hollow Ones crashed against the army's front lines, their shadowy forms writhing with malevolent purpose. Elena shifted into her wolf form, her white fur bristling as she launched herself into the fray. Her claws found the throat of the first shadow creature, her fangs tearing through its insubstantial flesh. But more kept coming, their cold eyes fixed on her with predatory hunger. The air thickened with the stench of decay and ancient magic, a foul miasma that clung to her fur and burned her lungs.

I grunted. After hours of research, I was about to give up and turn in for the night when something caught my eye. A small blue-black book peeped from the corner behind the other book on the shelf. It looked a little older than the other books. I slipped it out and opened the first page. The first three words I saw were “THE RAVEN WOLVES.” My wolf and I howled for joy because we had been searching for hours for this tiny book. I opened the next page and started reading through it.

"My daughter... Elle... did you make her too?" The Author’s smile widened. "She was my favorite twist. A child born of two different codes. She’s the bridge to the next world, Hazel. And now, I’m going to use her to write a brand new story. One where I am the king." "No!" I heard a roar from the street. A massive silver wolf crashed through the shop's front window. It was Logan Frost. He was covered in blood, his fur matted and torn, but his yellow eyes were full of a wild, unbreakable rage. He didn't go for the men with guns. He went straight for the Author.

I quickly paced down the hall so I could get to the room faster and open this book that felt like a newfound piece of treasure in my hands. As I scanned through the first few pages of the book, it was picture after picture of different drawings and versions of what a nightwolf was portrayed to look like. Some of them were detailed to be howling at the moon, whilst several illustrations had a sort of evil and rabid look to them. But there was one in particular that caught my eye, and instead of just flicking past it, I stopped, staring at how strikingly similar it was. The wolf was pure black, just like mine. No white, silver streaks across its fur like all the others had, and this one was th