Wolf Legends Novels & Stories

feeling. I'm beginning to panic. I can't wrap my mind around how I could be a wolf! How is this possible? I ask myself out loud as I'm pacing the yard. I feel that same feeling; my eyes are burning, my heart is beating fast, and my fingers are hurting this time more than the first time, causing me to scream so loud that my sisters come running outside. I'm now at my knees, holding my eyes shut and my hands in the pockets of my hoodie. They get to my side asking what's wrong, trying to help me up in trying to hide what's happening to me, but the pain is so intense I can't fight it monaye grabs my left hand out of my pocket when I fall over in intense pain she looks at my hand and drops it qu

But instead of old stories from my grandmother’s life, the pages were scrawled with strange symbols and sketches—shorthand in her handwriting explaining the purpose of different runes and sigils. Flipping through the pages, there were sketches of wolves, and the last page that she’d written in had a detailed rendition of a nightmarish wolf-beast that made my blood run cold at the sight of it, it’s eyes smudged over with charcoal in the shape of a protective rune. My heart raced when I realized what I was holding. This was no ordinary journal, it was a spell book.

He said as he winked at him. "Yes. Just one day. Just one day." Alexander said, much more to himself. He'd been trying to convince himself. Mike right, Vee and Monika would protect her. After all, those three were irrevocably in love with each other. The Black Wolf's Clan Empire was the largest and most influential in the world, consists of four factions, mainly the Fairy Wolf's Clan in which they operated in the black market and drug operations. The Vamp Wolf's Clan faction was divided into two cluster, in the morning who attacked and operates in sunrise and the night crawlers who invade at night. They were specialized in human trafficking. They loved having humans as their slaves in all a

When they were quite a distance away,he stopped for her to catch her breath. "Are you alright?" he asked She nodded "Are those vampires?" "Yes" he answered "They're the rogues" "Rogues? They're different from the vampires?" "Yes.The rogues are less powerful.The vampires are mostly kings,queens,people of higher authority" they moved through the woods "They have ranks too.Half bloods,ancient vampires." "The ones that attacked us in the last full moon?" "Those are the vampires and some of the rogues" he replied

he asked hoarsely. “Like moonlight,” she whispered. “Cold. Bright. Wrong.” He closed his eyes. A shudder ran down his body. “Rylan?” she whispered. He sat beside her on the bed, hands clasped, shoulders stiff as stone. “Lyra… wolves with silver eyes aren’t natural.” “What do you mean?” “They’re corrupted,” he said quietly. “Twisted. Created from Forbidden magic. They kill anything they touch.” Lyra’s breath hitched. “Then why didn’t it kill me that night?”

A rogue wolf, infected with the dark magic of the Order, had been spotted near their territory. Lysander and Jasper joined Athena, forming a plan to hunt down the rogue and neutralize the threat. Their strategy was swift and decisive, honed from years of battling the Order's minions. As they ventured into the forest, Athena's senses were on high alert. The rogue's presence tainted the air, its dark energy palpable. Every tree, every rock, seemed to vibrate with an eerie tension. Suddenly, a snarl echoed through the trees. The rogue wolf emerged, its eyes glowing with an otherworldly light. Athena's instincts flared, her heart racing with anticipation.

Symbols of power and unity adorned the stone, telling a story only known to those who dared to seek it. Lost in contemplation, I is startled by a low growl that resonated through the cavern walls. My heart pounding, I turned to find myself surrounded by a group of wolves. But these were not just any wolves; their eyes brimmed with intelligence and a glint of recognition. we were the Night Howlers who have gone rogue before I is even born, standing before me in a stance of both caution and curiosity.

I ask her next, maybe that got something to do with me dying. "White wolves don't exist," Moira dismiss me again. "The alpha said they do," I answer her, he said one of us is white, and since the other two remember their wolves and dream of them, they knew for sure they aren't the white one. "Maybe they do but they are extremely rare," Moira says, they are rare cause they die, I know that, I'm pretty sure of that now. "Hey, Moira, little guy," alpha Rowan says joining us in the room, he shared a look with my sister and then a silent conversation went between them two, it's the way their eyes shifted and moved as they glared at each other.

Ever since she'd seen the news about the release of Wolf in her New Reviews magazine, she'd had a feeling in her gut this was where she needed to look. Jamie had credited a lot of her information to a book titled Legends of the Werewolf. Lia had read and reread the notes her great-grandmother had handed to her in those last sad moments. Notes that told about generations past that came here from Romania and grew the pack. This had to be the book. Legends of the Werewolf. Surely there couldn't be two books with the exact same title.

Leslie groaned awake as Tara and Zak dragged a table across the shattered window and braced it with chairs. “Tom? You can’t be out of bed,” Leslie said, pushing up on her elbows. “Jakey, what’s happening? What are those animals?” “Werewolves,” Jake said, eyes not leaving the hall. “They’re real.” Tara peeled a slat of the front blinds. “They’re everywhere,” she whispered. “Sniffing. Hunting.” Zak joined her, jaw tight. “Can we make the car?” She checked—froze. “They’re ripping the W.R.X. to pieces.”