Wolf House Book Novels & Stories

“Easy.” It bites. Pain sears through my hand, making me feel queasy. I gasp, but don’t let go. Blood wells between my fingers. The rabbit’s teeth are too sharp. I press it to my chest, whispering through clenched teeth. “Shh. Stop. I’m not going to hurt you.” The words come out gentler than I expect. My wolf hums in agreement, recognition stirring deep inside. The rabbit trembles once, twice, then goes still. Its heart races against mine, wild and frightened, but alive.

It’s his first night, nothing ever happens on the first night. And then as fast as it went, faster did it come back– that looming, menacing presence. For just ten metres away stood a hooded figure. And it was looking right at him. Dark as the night itself, silent as the wind. He can see nothing of it, other than how its eyes glowed. And then it ran. Not towards him. But somewhere else. Somewhere– the Dragon Gate. The young wolf sprinted, his body already knowing what that thing was before his mind could process what was happening. How could he not when they’ve been fighting its kind for centuries. It is embedded in their blood. Part of their very being.

These wolves talked fast. I nodded my head. "I am." "Well, we thought that maybe you would want to read a different book." Jade said smiling at me. She glanced behind her at the mother that was hiding in the shadows. Keeping an eye on her babies. Remy moved her hands in front of me, offering me the new book. Instantly my heart melted. The Fox and the Hound. "Look." Remy shouted. "It's you and the Alpha." I tried not to show them my grimace at the mention of Cassar. Jade elbowed her sister in the side, shushing her.

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.

“Remind me to fill you in on the rest of them.” “I will,” Kenton said as he visibly grew more at ease. “Now, back to the meeting.” He pulled up a chair so that he was sitting amongst us. “Wolf Mountain can be a complicated place. Centuries ago, it was primarily populated by fairies and elves. Then, the wolves came. Since fairies are a delicacy to the wolves, they began to hunt them. Being a peaceful people, the fairies chose to relocate, rather than battle with the wolves for the sake of a mountain. That’s when things changed and the wolves took over.” “You’re fairy,” I said.

Richard looked surprised like he did not notice it when he came in. "I respect every one of you and I know this great victory wouldn't have been possible without anyone of you, therefore to show my appreciation for assisting me, I want us to draft the book of laws together. Starting from my master Lord Dormana, my mentor and the oldest in the room, what do you suggest?" Melnyk looked toward Lord Dormana. Lord Dorma smiled and said "We thank the moon goddess for showing us this day. I never thought I will be alive to witness this day and that is to see a werewolf sit on the masmud of the great city of Helores. As we can see, it is already happening" Everyone shook their heads in affirmation "

Free. Beautiful. It felt like he'd captured a moment even I didn’t know was special. The thumping of my heart was almost overwhelming. Beneath the frame lay a small leather-bound journal. My fingers brushed across its cover before opening it. The first page was handwritten, his script neat but bold: Things to know before your wolf comes. The title alone made my throat tighten. I turned the page, reading a few lines. They weren’t from a textbook. They were personal and practical.

I turned and spared Luca a glance, he was listening to them intently and I figured that’s what I must do too. “Shhh!” the wolf paused, “You don’t spill words like that.” He warned. “That book is a a very important book and contains all the magic spells used in the ancient history of magic. It contains one of the most powerful spell chants and Alexa needs that book as well.” He explained gritting. I wanted to reposition myself and didn’t know when I stepped on a twig. It cracked sound was like a trumpet through the quiet forest. The two wolves stopped talking immediately and listened, their ears straightening and inclining to the direction of the sound

“She has them tangled. The entire kingdom would be distracted. They will not see us coming until we are already inside them.” The Shadow God turned his head toward the book. “And this?” I picked it up. The leather was warm, which was wrong in this cold. “The Book of Wolves.” “Open it.” I did. The first pages smelled like dust. The writing moved when I wasn’t looking at it, shifting like insects under glass. It spoke of the Aurion wolves. Noble. Bound to the sun. Keepers of law. It spoke of the Noctaryn wolves. Ruthless. Bound to the moon. Keepers of teeth. And then it spoke of someone who had decided to be different.

"Seven wolves put their names under nine lines and named no house against one of them. On its face that is seven wolves undertaking to each other, and whether any ever did a thing it says, or it went to a house, or it outlived its season, is not on this table. It never bound me." The second thing was a book. Not a Council book — a cheap sewn thing with a card cover, ruled inside by my mother, badly, so the lines run off at the foot of every page. It is a keeping. I counted forty-one entries across years and stopped, because counting was the only thing my hands would do. Each the same shape: a date, a house or an initial, then a wolf's own words, set down afterward, about what a voice had don