Wolf Hollow Book Novels & Stories

What's a little fun that I can't have? “I'm specifically looking…” he paused as he opened a page in a book and then turned it to me. "For the White Wolf.” The page had a picture of a white wolf in it sitting under a huge moon. This was supposed to be alarming to me, but I wasn't bothered. This might prove Axton's theory of humans wanting more after finding little. Maybe they were the ones that carried the bodies of those lycans, and now they're back for more. But somehow I disagreed with that thought. What if this guy has read some books and done a little research, and now he wants to discover one for himself? That also makes sense.

Seeing no one around, she climbed out of the cubby, stretching her sore limbs from being crammed in that spot all night. "We were a lot smaller back then, weren't we?” Hikaru smiled as the memory passed across her mind like she was seeing all of it for the first time. Walking outside in the early, bright, punishing daylight was torture! Wolves were considered as 'Day Blind', her wolf going momentarily blind from being held in total darkness for hours. Until Hikaru's human's sight had gotten used to the light, her wolf's vision cleared and focused as well. There was something strange around where she stood. She heard no birds, no animals, the breeze was actually dead in the air.

I guess those porno books she read taught her something. That’s right. I knew all about the steamy little books she delved into. Sweet little Violet had no clue how close she was, and in her ignorance, managed to say the one thing that would send me straight off the edge. “What about your wolf, Hael. Doesn’t he want me?” Every animal instinct I had that had once lay dormant now flared to life, each one awakening the next. Before I could blink a wildfire had broken out and my control slipped, fluttering in the breeze and carried away with each sizzling ember.

I hated how steadying it felt. I stepped back before I could think too hard about that. "Just — explain. You said you'd seen this before. What did you mean?" "There's a novel," he said. "About a wolf warrior who enrolls at an academy and starts shifting into a black wolf instead of the rare white wolf she was born with. No one can explain it. Not at first." My pulse spiked. "Who wrote it?" "Sophie Miller, I think." The name hit me like a blow to the chest. The world tilted, sound rushing out of my ears until all I could hear was my own heartbeat, deafening.

The voice feels like it’s burrowed into my skull, haunting and familiar in a way that makes my stomach churn. My gaze falls on the book Zoe gave me, sitting neatly on my bed. Its worn cover seems to mock me, daring me to pick it up. The image of the white wolf flashes in my mind again—ethereal, majestic. My stomach twists. “I’m just human,” I whisper to the empty room, my voice shaky and desperate. “I can’t—this doesn’t make any sense.” But the book is like a magnet, pulling me closer until I finally give in and snatch it up. I sink onto the edge of the bed, the weight of the book pressing down on my lap like a promise I’m not sure I’m ready to keep.

Neerah The smell of books really calms my mind these days. And today, it is not just any book that I am reading. I am going to read the book titled ‘Soulful bond’ by a writer who calls himself ‘Gee Wolf’ I am finally going to find out if I can explain the first two days I spent at the pack house. Every one of the teachers I asked in school said that this book is like the textbook to every tiny explanation you need about werewolf connections. Their connection with their mates, their wolves, their pack members…

I slam the book shut, the echo loud in the stillness of the library. Dust blooms in front of me, making my nose wrinkle as I sneeze. My chest tightens as I stare at the worn cover, my mind churning. There’s only one way to know the truth—whether I’m an omega or an alpha wolf. I have to shift.

Remember life. The Hollow stopped. Their eyeless faces turned toward me. One stepped forward. Its mouth opened—not to speak, to scream. A sound of centuries of pain. I didn't flinch. I know you're hurting. I know you were cursed. I know you didn't choose this. Help me end it. --- The Hollow screamed again. Then it fell. Not dead—released. Its ash form crumbled, and from within, a wolf emerged. Real. Living. Breathing.

Feeding off our fear. Elyra lifts her dagger again, jaw tight, eyes blazing with the stubborn flame that kept her alive this long. Blood trickles from the bite wound on her lip, but she keeps her mouth clamped shut. She doesn’t make a sound. She is not ready to surrender. Not yet. My wolf flickers weakly inside me. Violet’s faint presence is like an echo being carried on the wind. It is not enough to guide me or to protect me. But it is enough to remind me I’m not completely hollow.

Gerwulf yelped, holding his arm up in defense trying to protect himself from more blows. Hylda attacked him, slashing the air like a mad woman. Eloise finally found the opportunity, biting Delmar's hand hard and screaming for Gerwulf to run. At her words, his head snapped to the side, their eyes locking. Both of them stood as if time had stopped, Eloise unable to understand what was happening as he began running towards her. An earth shaking howl erupted from him, causing crowd goers to fall and drums to tip over. Even Hylda and Finn held their ears in pain. Gerwulf jumped, transforming as if he'd done it his entire life. A large blood red wolf with piercing amber eyes emerging as it barrele