Novel & Cerita Wolf Hollow Book

I had hope that it wouldn't just happen now. But like every other year, at this point I would wish that my name wasn't my name. I would wish that I wasn't Allison Bush, the last air of the Bush who actually is the only one that turns into a full wolf on a full moon. I was trying to run from that and some other things.. But then again, you can't run away from yourself!!

As Jenna and Logan celebrated their victory, they suddenly heard a loud roar coming from the forest. They looked up and saw a huge, black wolf standing at the edge of the clearing. The wolf's eyes glowed yellow, and it snarled at Jenna and Logan. Jenna felt her heart skip a beat. She knew that this was no ordinary wolf—it was an Alpha werewolf, and it was here for revenge.

The record of what the city is, what it has been, what moves through it. The record of me. The Hollowing is in the walls of this building looking for the record of the Warden. My wolf is not still this time. She moves — fast, low, purposeful — in the direction of the stairs. I move with her. --- The room above is cold.

Books lay open across the desk, and papers covered almost every available surface. I reached for another old book that had been tucked away at the very back of one of the shelves. Unlike the others, it was noticeably thinner, its leather cover faded with age. As I brushed away the dust that had settled over it, three words slowly came into view. The White Wolves. My heartbeat quickened as I stared at the title for a brief moment before opening the book without wasting another second. “Finally.” The first few pages were filled with handwritten accounts describing the White Wolves as though they had truly existed.

Wolves howled, their voices shaking the stones of Blackwood, rising in one shared cry of loss and rage. Lena pressed a hand to her throat. The sound tore through her chest, made her bones ache, but she couldn’t join them. Her wolf howled silently within, mourning, but Lena’s voice stayed trapped in her lungs. She had spilled the blood of her own kind, and though reason told her she had no choice, the guilt was a weight she couldn’t shrug off.

Why can't I seem to escape thoughts of her? The woods grow darker in the setting sun, but that is no problem for a wolf. For a human on the other hand, the woods are as dark as midnight in a moonless night. Though Crimson Hills remains one of the safest places for both werewolves and humans alike, the woods are often crawling with wild animals. A new scent wafts to my nostrils with the wind. Blood. Though faint, the smell is right there next to the combination that says Wilda to me. I need to find her fast.

Axil smiled gently, "of course you were. I was reading a book on your human history. I'm trying to get up to date with all the events that have happened thus far, I'm sorry if I'm not of much help to you." "It's alright. I perfectly understand, that's a great idea. It saves us the trouble of explaining everything." I glanced back at the book I just gave up on, "I'm going to look for another book." Axil pushed his book aside and leaned into the table, crossing his arms on the surface, "before you do that... I've been curious." I looked back at him curiously. What was it that he wanted to ask now? "How much do you know about werewolves?"

The wolf's bay carried through the air. Lucas wasted no time running towards the sound. Certain this was it, one of his soldiers found something. His paws hit the snow as he sped forward, gearing himself up for a fight. The baying continued and started moving towards the lodge. Lucas shifted his path knowing the howling wolf decided the best thing was to regroup there. It didn't take long for Lucas to arrive. An all too familiar scent filled the air. The wolf who was howling arrived first, he continued to make the call drawing everyone back.

Lya The book I had found on my bed was interesting, to say the least. It had been wrapped in an old cloth, and the warmth under my skin when I skimmed my hand over the cover confirmed it was embossed with silver. Given it seemed to be a book about werewolves, and we had a sensitivity to silver, that was a peculiar choice. I wondered if it was filled with information they didn’t want just anyone reading. I hadn’t gotten much into the book - just the introduction of the Wulver Pack, its location, and when it came into existence - when there was a knock on the door. I went over to open it, not at all surprised that Oliver was on the other side.

HAYLEE ~<>~ While waiting for my test results and Xalen’s return to the palace, I dug into the one book that seemed to have held on to my attention and mind—Cursed in Crimson. Just like Flavia narrated briefly, the first red wolf was quite phenomenal and pitiful. Reading about her felt like torture because I could have sworn I was transported back in time to the era and place she existed. I could have sworn I felt every whip and lash she had to endure, even though she was powerful enough to destroy the entire realm.