Wolf Knight Novels & Stories

“It’s petty, but this person could be of use to us. Have you heard the story of the White Wolf?” “No.” Hemlock groaned and shook his head at me. I felt like I shouldn’t have said anything while he looked at me like I was stupid. “The White Wolf is a bitch called Sylvia, who looks like a dog; just like you. Her fur is pure white, so you can’t miss her, but she is very fast. We tried to capture her in the past a few years back with another Soul Stealer, but she found out our plan and ripped his head off. She has two children, Ringo and Orlando; you can try to get to her through them if you can. Her brother, Xaivier, is always around; killing him first before making a move would be wise.”

He hissed and Sonya could see his two fangs sneak from his pale lips. Sonya gulped and wobbled her head. “Your blood will be the key, our blood…mix together…three…” Knight Richard showed her his three fingers and his nails became sharper and longer... “including that young wolf man…” “He is the reincarnation of Hügel Wõlfe…don’t you think why he was chosen to become your protector, witch…?” Knight Richard sniffed hard. He walked to the window and leaned his back by the window. “Do you think I did not know why he got that old scar?” He paused and looked through the window.

Flame Knight 1 (raising a warblade): "You were never meant to live long enough to awaken." Xavier (panting, smirking): "Too bad I'm stubborn." The Crown Wolf, barely visible to others, circles Xavier — a phantom of smoke and flame, eyes glowing like dying stars. As one knight charges, Xavier sidesteps and drives his fist—infused with the wolf's power—straight into his chest. The knight is hurled back into the wall, stone shattering on impact. Flame Knight 2 (to the other):

I could also see he was wearing a white fur coat. “Thank you for having us Madam Amelia.” Kent said with a bow. “Of course.” I couldn’t see my mother but I heard her voice and it was quivering. “Does he have to stay like this?” I roamed my eyes around and gasped as I spotted a black dog—no,not a dog, a wolf. I had never seen a wolf in broad daylight. My gasp may have been loud because Kent’s head turned up to locate the sound. This enabled me to see his face. It was more innocent than I expected. His face was paper white with flushed pink cheeks. His nose was almost as buttoned as Marianna, but his jaw was where you could see the alpha. It moved as he looked around. It was sharp enough to cu

And the hand-drawn pictures showed magnificent animals, sometimes poised on a rock in the moonlight, other times racing through woods. The first chapters of the book were devoted to the history of shifters and the explanation of the Slavic term for them, vlkodlak. Now why did that suddenly sound familiar to her? Of course! Her neighbor, Mike Volka. He'd said his ancestry was Slavic. Was that the reason for his interest in werewolves? She needed to get the book out again and get back into it. She replaced what she called her library clothes with sweats and a long-sleeved tee shirt, leaving off her bra, a treat she gave herself in the privacy of her own home. Then she fed Mischief, fixed herse

The only wolf that big was Hector's wolf, yet this wolf appeared from nowhere. Kayla's wolf was insanely strong but something about the other Wolf was suspicious. It could do more than be a wolf, it could fly above you, it could go invisible and attack from anywhere but her wolf was smart. She ended the fight in seconds, following the paw prints it made and waiting for the perfect moment to attack. When she found that moment, she pounced on the other wolf and bit its throat, clenching her sharp teeth so hard. She didn't leave the wolf until Hector started to howl and Nova appeared out of thin air.

“Who was it?” “One of the pack member that I had asked to look through books about knight wolf. They hadn’t found anything in pack’s library but they did find one book in dad’s library about it. I have asked him to bring us the book later but in general he is saying that knight wolf were first and last seen over a thousand years ago. Knight wolves were two people who were mates to each other. They both were give two natural elements they could control, they could also control other physical objects as well, also their normal werewolf abilities were heightened, so that means they had more speed and strength compared to others” “It seems close to what Maria said. By the way when did you ask th

“I have this.” “This?” I squint my eyes. “Bro, this is just an apartment. Just answer the question.” Kyon looks hesitant to answer, but a mournful look crosses his face. “My wolf’s name was Róki. I had to give him up to be here. I sacrificed traveling with his spirit for Iokaste and the Mavri Magea. So they would have a safe place to hide from Katherine and the rest of the Menae.”

Lorenzo sat, leaning forward with his head in his hands. “What the hell is going on?” he finally asked. Drew glanced at Arla, silently signalling her to take the lead. He knew Lorenzo would not be happy, but it was going to be a hell of a lot better coming from her. Reluctantly, she nodded. “White knight,” she mumbled, trying to get more information from Maeve. “White knight?” he replied, confusion swirling before he finally recalled where he’d heard the term before. “Granny lent me some books on white wolves. There was something in one of them about knights, I can’t remember all of it though. Your wolves are connected?”

I reached my hand out to run my fingers over the wolf’s canines. “The phoenix symbolises rebirth, don’t ask why, I just always had this image in my head so I got it. The wolf- well I guess it’s self-explanatory, I got this one when I became a warrior.” He explained and I admired his openness. “I’m Sophia Hastings.” I stuck my hand out to him with a smile. “Marcel Miller, warrior of the Dark forest pack.” He boasted, his chest puffing up with pride. “Are you here for the warrior games?” I asked, feeling excited.