Wolf Legends Novels & Stories

I always wondered why there are no black wolves in the modern world. More precisely, why I have not yet come across one. After all, my inner beast is a black wolf. And the answer was simple - I'm from another world, the world of magic and sorcery. Also, the gift of fire flows in my veins, and after traveling to the universe of my ancestors, I was finally able to curb it. It was only after visiting the house of my grandparents that I managed to truly learn how to control my flame. Now I will no longer allow you to wipe your feet on me, because my strength is in no way inferior to the strength of any alpha male. The frightened puppy is a thing of the past and, if necessary, I will force everyo

he was in charge. Sergeant Hakon Ragnar decided he was best suited to command the claws. So far I have had no problems with Kjel or Henk. Only Sven and Stribjörn grunted. Ragna stopped walking and looked up at the sky. The red sun began to set in the west. The sky on the far horizon was blood red, and the red light passing through the clouds made the mountain look strangely menacing. Ragnar seemed to be a haven for trolls and other terrifying beasts. There has been a lot of talk lately about a creature called the Wulfen. No one knew who started the horror story, but if the stories of amputation and gruesome death are true, the wolf was a truly terrifying animal. Ragnar suspected that the in

“Say it.” “Say what?” he asked, still trying to come to terms with her accusations. Anger still edged her voice. “You came here with more bad news didn’t you?” Lochlan straightened. “There is one pack.” “Werewolf or vampire?” “Werewolf. As I told you already, werewolves don’t run informal packs. Vampires create massive colonies they call hives where they live together, but werewolves are more nomads.” Lochlan stepped closer to the desk. “The biggest pack of werewolves belongs to Sven.”

I thought, and she explained. “Because male druid wolves turn rogue as they age and become unpredictable. They enjoy fornication and also become notorious killers. The Moon Council protocol is to lock them up and destroy any offspring. The male pups are banned from life. Austin should be dead.” Gasping, I glanced at Austin and said, “You're a druid wolf!” Tilting his head, he shrugged and said, “I don't possess any magic, but I have the genetics, unlike my siblings, who are just normal wolves like their mother, our Luna.”

When my ancestors settled here and began to build their pack of wolves, they named the pack after the birds that had already made their homes in these parts. Those beautiful, winged creatures hadn’t been seen in decades. Along with the war and the destruction of the atmosphere, wildlife began to disappear. Either migrating or dying off. As a little girl, my mother used to tell me that one day the Ravens would return to these parts. When the true Alpha of wolves walked amongst us. That the land would flourish and werefolk would begin to find their mates again. Maybe someday my mother's stories will come true, and the Ravens will return. I skip down the last step and round the corner landing o

Mary knew as she got closer to that damn state her wolf would become even more restless, it was home and her old family pack would be close. Bill had offered to come along but Mary knew this was dangerous even more so now that Tiffany had let her wolf free. Artemis had not fully made her way out when Mary had paid a witch to bind her daughter’s wolf and keep her hidden, hidden even from the child that shared the body and mind with. And the people that had killed her pack would know she was there as well and would be looking for her.

Some scholars believed the werewolf made its debut in the epic of Gilgamesh, the oldest known western prose when Gilgamesh jilted a potential lover because she turned her previous mate into a wolf. Werewolf made another early appearance in Greek mythology with the legend of Lycaon. When he angered the God Zeus, he turned Lycaon and his sons into wolves as punishment. Werewolves also emerged in early Nordic folklore. The saga of the Volsungs tells the story of a father and son who discovered wolf pelts that have the power to turn people into a wolf for ten days. The father-son duo donned the pelts, transformed into wolves, and went on a killing rampage in the forest. Their rampage ended when

the head elder continued, his voice resolute. "There are whispers of a group known as the 'Dark Fangs'," the head elder revealed, his voice carrying a hint of gravity. "They are a clandestine organization of rogue werewolves seeking dominance over all packs. Their numbers grow by the day as we have information that more rogues are moving to join their pack, and their actions have become increasingly brazen."

Viggo stated. Dante's eyes widened upon hearing Viggo's words. "Solstice Howlers? They were the first and oldest werewolf group. I've heard that the descendants of Solstice Howlers possess extraordinary power. And as far as I know... you also have that lineage, Lord Viggo," Dante explained. "Me?" Viggo replied, furrowing his brow.

She finished the sentence with a sigh. "Well you should be careful around them, they are rogues. Rogues are the exiled werewolves, they committed crimes, kicked out their pack because of abuse or they were born with rogues parents." He shrugged and tugged her arm to bring her close to his chest, she hugged him close and tightly wrapped her arms around his neck.