Wolf Instinct Novels & Stories

leave because that would cause suspension and get the packs talking. When you are a wolf married to your mate, it's not easy to walk away until death. If she truly wants an out, she will have to die. She has to stay to protect us; at least, that's what I've been told all my life. also, be careful. They can sense when you have become a wolf and sense your aura. If it seems too strong, that may cause a problem. I didn't see yours until we started talking, and it almost looks like mine. “ I look over at Jesse. “ what do you mean, my aura?? I'm not an alpha. What is going on ?” Jesse stands up, closes her eyes, takes a deep breath, and then opens Her eyes. They're deep, bright red, and around h

The uncertainty gnawed at me. I flipped through the pages, absorbing every detail. The text described the white wolves' abilities in vivid detail: their capacity to heal wounds with a touch, to manipulate the elements, and to draw strength from the earth itself. These abilities were a direct gift from the moon goddess, who had created the white wolves to maintain balance and harmony in the world. The other wolves, lacking these divine gifts, grew resentful and ultimately conspired to wipe out the white wolves to eliminate the perceived threat to their own power.

The wolf's heart burned with a fierce rage, its eyes blazing with fury as it contemplated the cruel fate that had befallen its beloved mate. Their primal instincts took over as they sprinted through the dense foliage, their growls echoing through the trees. The majestic Alpha wolf gracefully traversed the dense forest, its keen senses guiding it towards its beloved pack with swiftness and ease. "When I find those pest rogues, only their tongue is unblemished!" Killan's mind echoed with a resounding shout. The words reverberated through his thoughts. Those words would forever be etched in his memory. The mere utterance of these words ignited a fierce determination within him to reclaim his ma

“I only need to remind you that wolves follow strength, not fear. If you can still smell the blood outside our gates, then you know what waits for us. If you want to live, you need an Alpha who fights.” He started to answer, but Veylor pushed forward, rising like heat under my skin. My body shifted, not fully, just enough that my eyes burned gold and the air around me thickened. The ground vibrated. The other wolves in the chamber dropped their heads before they realized they were doing it. The elders stiffened. They could feel the pull of dominance radiating from me, not something trained but something born. “Veylor,” I whispered under my breath, “not now.” "Now," he growled. "They doubt yo

Belvis who turned her head in our direction, a lifeless and dull look in her eyes. Pack link huh? I've read about that before. Once a wolf forms a pack, there's this special link that binds those pack members together. It stays like this for a lifetime unless the leader or his/her descendant decides to cut the wolf out of the pack. I couldn't help but ask, "can you sense a wolf in her?" Axil shook his head, "she appears human." I hummed and continued staring at Mrs. Belvis, who simply watched us as if Liza didn't just call out her name. There was this strange look in her eyes... like she was looking but at the same time she couldn't see what she was looking at.

“She’s not a thing.” “She’s more than a thing,” Viktor said. “She’s rare. She’s wild and beautiful. Even now, after everything, she still burns, and you, you were willing to snuff that fire out, weren’t you? You tried to break the bond. You tried to let her go.” I took a step forward. “Where. Is. She?!” He looked amused. “That’s the problem with wolves. You think rage is strength but rage clouds judgment. You walk in here like a blade, expecting blood but this isn’t a battlefield. It’s a game.”

I couldn’t stay there and continue to face the disgrace of that day. My wolf is still weak. From time to time, he would groan within me, maybe to tell me he was still there or a sign of mourning. With every movement on the ground, my body still burned with pain. Whenever my body brushed against a tree or hit a rock, the pain would multiply. However, my will prompted me to continue to move on. If this will be my end, so be it. it was better than staying in the clan where no one cared anymore.

“What the hell!” A very unimpressed wolf glared down at me. He nudged the tin and bandages with his snout and huffed a second time. Were all gods this pushy or was it exclusively a Draco, Orion, and Azrael thing? “Okay, fine!” I growled, snatching them off of the floor. “Just wait until the full moon, buddy. You and I are going to have some words, you hear me?” He rolled his eyes, the stars within them shimmering like flecks of silver. Once again his massive tongue emerged, only to lick up the side of his muzzle. For some reason, it felt an awful lot like a warning. I pointed the dagger at him.

Light's inner wolf, usually a calm and loyal presence, now surged with a fiery energy, its amber eyes blazing like molten gold. As the wolf prowled, its movements mirrored Light's own restlessness. It was a reflection of her inner turmoil, an embodiment of the emotions that threatened to consume her. The bond between a werewolf and their inner wolf was more than just a connection it was a merging of souls, an intricate intertwining of instincts and feelings that could not be easily dismissed.

Her snarling lips revealed sharp teeth, as she sniffed the air in search of the source of her anger. She moved with a sense of urgency as if she was on a mission. Her ears were pinned back, and her tail was held low, a clear indication of her aggressive state. The wolf ran with a sense of purpose, driven by the need to find and confront whatever has provoked her. As she ran, she left a trail of destruction in her wake. Her claws tore into the ground, and branches snapped and break as she pushed through the dense forest. Her howl echoed through the woods, signaling to any other creatures that she is not to be trifled with.