Wolf Legends Novels & Stories

Anaki had always wanted to hear about Moon and Kurgi's 'sin against nature' for a long time. "You and Rex's beta would get along just fine with the braicell between the two of you.!" Kit chuckled, making Rex smile, thinking of him. "Only 3 wolves in Creation have dared to go against Nature, committing the most forbidden law, 'Wolves are born...not turned'. The first wolf to do this was Winter Wolf, I was the second, and Rex you were the last, but you certainly won't be the last." Moon recalled Anatashi's words from this morning.

Rogues, in their hunger for revenge, then form rebellion groups posing a threat to their previous packs and other packs. Wolves also have the concept of mates but even with my thorough search of the available books about it, the same information as what Rozen told me was the only thing I found. The most interesting information, however, was their version of the legend. The legend of the moon in their version ended with the goddess saying that her descendant shall befall the land and test the loyalty of her subjects – who? when? where? no idea... just, it will be known.

I cringed, not wanting to have the answer confirmed. “Someone broadcast that a white wolf was coming to Quantico.” “They were here to kill me?” “Kidnap. The white wolf brings power and success to a pack.” “Oh my God. They are so stupid.” “Esmerelda.” Now, Ghost’s voice was as grave as my father’s. “The lore of the white wolf is significant. Last night proved you are in great danger. Your father is furious that a battle has occurred so quickly. It shook him, and he couldn’t protect you.”

Having a strong Alpha by her side gave her a sense of comfort and security. Curiosity got the better of Erica, and she couldn't help but ask Leroi about his deep-rooted hatred for Rogue Wolves. As he worked, Leroi's expression turned solemn, his mind flooded with painful memories. He spoke softly, his voice heavy with the weight of loss. Leroi recounted the tragic story of how his family had been ruthlessly murdered by rogue wolves. The anguish etched on his face revealed the depth of his scars, both physical and emotional. It was this heart-wrenching tragedy that fueled his deep-seated resentment towards Rogue Wolves.

It was necessary to take steps and unfortunately; the outcome remained uncertain until afterward. I despised wolves. They are a virus from a spell going wrong. They claim Selene was the one to bring about their existence, but she only succeeded with the help of our goddess Hectre. Before that, the ‘wolves’ Selene created were the stuff that haunts children’s sleep. Some still exist, but they keep themselves hidden, preying on the scraps left in order to survive. I keep a few close by. You never know when one might come in handy.

I was motivated to keep moving forward by my fear of the woods and my greater fear of being discovered. I must have been moving at a fast pace for several hours. I had already escaped the pack's boundaries and ran in an arbitrary direction. I had no notion what lurked in the darkness because I had never ventured outside the pack's boundaries. The kind of wolves that resided in the uncharted land was described in legends. The rogues killed my mother years ago, so I've already had my run-in with them. I tried to keep as quiet as possible so as not to attract any unwanted notice. The rogues were violent werewolves who would murder without provocation. They frequently caused problems. They had n

“They’ll come for you, Lily. You can’t outrun them forever,” I peered out of the window, studying the Rogues chasing after me. A chill ran down my spine as it dawned on me the real identity of these rogue wolves. They weren’t random rogues out for an easy meal – they had small cuts on the left side of their ears… they were known as “The Crawler”.

Greek myths had fascinated me last year, but I didn't recall this story. Professor Bergins continues, "Legends says that Lycaon angered Zeus when he served him the remains of a sacrificed boy. Enraged, Zeus turned Lycaon and his sons into wolves." Melanie raised her hand. Her pale cheeks turning pink. "What about Ancient Egypt and the werewolves?" "Loser," a guy whispers, then said louder. "Everyone knows there were no wolves in Egypt, they were jackals."

But, they still needed to handle things with caution. His father had assigned me a group of ten Wolves to go into the US and take care of the rumors and bring back the Rogues. He was only to bring the leaders and a few of their followers, since it was them causing the entire revolt. In general, Rogues were rare. Hardly any Wolf left the Blue Moon pack. Werewolves preferred to live in the pack where they didn’t have to hide what they were from the humans. The ones that did leave, they had to keep track of. They all reported to their kingdom. Once they stopped reporting

Howls of wolves were echoing. The sound of claws slashing intermingling. Making the pack lands of the Capital. Resemble hell. The ground covered in red, from the blood of the pack wolves, hunters and the bloodhounds. With the bloodhounds over powering owing to the advantage of extra ordinary strength and number. Volkan was bleeding from his arms and thighs. Yet his indomitable will , made him retort back more fiercely. His wolf growling and tearing apart the bloodhounds while Daniel was no less.