Wolf House Book Novels & Stories

I asked, curiously. “This is the book of the mate. Witches and Wolves, especially Rogues. It tells you here all you need to know about them, and the mate’s bond. Read it as soon as you’re able to, sweetheart. Every question will be answered,” Dad mentioned, handing me the heavy book. I was now curious to see what it was all about. What about Witches and Rogues could I find out? After giving my parents a kiss, I headed back to my room. I held the book against my chest while I opened the door and walked in, locking the door behind me.

Stumbling through the entrance in a wobbly state, warped her surroundings once more and teleported her into her home, where she found a large wolf waiting. Ears perked up at her arrival and its gaze flicked to her as she fell over in surprise. The wolf was large, with glossy fur as black as the cosmos, a long, fluffy tail that swished to a steady rhythm, and eyes like glittering gold. It approached her lightly. Using its nose, it nudged her hand up to say she could touch. She hesitated, slightly recoiling in fear. The wolf closed its eyes in understanding and nuzzled her hand in encouragement. The softness of its fur soothed her instantly and it leaned into her touch before shifting into its

She estimated that six cars in total were pulled down off the tracks with them. She had banged her forehead on the first pitch anticipating more movement and paying the price in a nice solid goose egg on her head. Her wrist and knees aching from the impact against the bumpy metal, she tried to right herself, but before she could there was a horrible metal scrape, followed by a slam and light flooding into the car from their new side wall. A bright brown wolf, the size of a VW bug dashed inside, barely squeezing into the door hatch. He was frothing at the mouth and had crazed eyes that Jane could see the whites of despite the fact that he was moving, and fast. With a low whimper, it crouched

Kenzie warned, “don’t press your luck.” I reluctantly pulled my fingers away from my canine admirer, but not before I scratched him on the top of his head between his ears, like I’d done with Snow on multiple occasions. “Damn!” Caleb said with shocked awe. “You have a definite way with animals.” “Not really,” I confessed while Kenzie choked back a laugh. “In fact, I have little experience with them. I’ve only recently been exposed to wolves, though.” Remembering Snow and his dedication to my well-being, I added, “They seem to like me.”

"But there's a spell... It's dangerous but it might be what you're looking for. Please don't hurt us." "Show me," I snapped stepping back to give her space. Henry's eyes glowed gold warning the witch his wolf was alert and ready. She rummaged through dusty old books flicking through the pages, scanning through spell after spell. Eventually she stopped her finger trailed down the yellowed page. An image of a twisted, monstrous wolf more Lycan than werewolf filled one page, lines and lines of foreign words filled the other. I snatched the book from her admiring the muscular depiction of the wolf. It stood on hind legs. Red blood dripped from it's teeth, the only color in the black and white im

but now there were too many unknowns spines sitting on the dusty, wooden shelves. I started running my fingers over the spines of all the books. Reading the titles off of the white paper that was pasted on their spine. I didn't know where to begin, I didn't know which book would give me answers to my questions. Maybe I should've grown a pair and asked the witch but lord it was so scary to be there, I just didn't want to risk it after I had gotten a way to fix myself. My eyes suddenly fell on a very familiar, red leather cover bound book which was as huge as my face. I took out "A history of the first wolf", remembering all the numerous times I had dragged my brother Apollo here, so he could

My aunt had that effect on wolves. “Unfortunately, loud and clear,” King replied. “Don’t you remember the fabulous heart-to-heart we had in the House of Seasons about Claiming your Charm and acting like a traditional Wolve Winner?” Isabella’s voice moved the Re-education Center. I stumbled, when my jerremy withdrew from the Alphas, letting them fall onto their howling buttes as well. “Did you think that I wouldn’t sense in my visions you leading a riot in one of my orderly centers? How’s that becoming worthy?”

He paused, his eyes scanning my face for any sign of understanding. “I couldn't help but laugh, I guess either I'm hearing things or I'm not the only crazy one in the room.” Zayn stepped closer, his movements deliberate and careful, as if I might bolt at any moment. “You’re a wolf,” he said, his voice steady. “You always have been. You just didn’t know it yet.” I burst out in laughter once again, sharp and bitter, verging on hysteria. “You’re insane. This is insane.”

“We’ve got company.” “Where?” Dickson asked. “About three miles out. Unknown wolves. Not rogues. Not packed.” “Rosa’s people?” I asked. Kelvin nodded. “Maybe. But we can’t trust that.” Dickson grabbed his coat. “Let’s go.” “No,” Kelvin said. “Let me meet them first.” Dickson hesitated, then nodded. “Take backup.” Kelvin left. And the house grew quiet again. Kelvin I drove alone, but I wasn’t unarmed. Two blades. One gun. My wolf is alert and just beneath the surface.

Their cracked spines suggest the old ones have been here for ages. “Where do we start?” I ask, smiling, trying to shake off my nerves. Cassandra scans the room with me. “My bet is on the old books.” She moves to one of the shelves and checks the labels. “History of the Wolf Clan. Yes, this is a good place to start,” she says, pulling out a large, heavy book. I’m anxious and hopeful at the same time as we begin combing through the pages, searching for any mention of a cure. But the book only talks about the history of the wolf clan.