Wolf Lunar Chronicles Novels & Stories

"I am going to change everything and it's because of you, that I'm so certain. I haven't told anyone this because it was a time that I found doubt in myself–as a shifter and an alpha. A horrible accident nearly killed me when I was in Genoa and it effected my healing, strength, speed; everything," He put his head on her shoulder with a sigh, "I was afraid to lose who I was and in a desperate attempt to heal faster I found... unconventional advice. There is no exact scientifical explanation for rogue wolves because they are like an illness, but what if we introduced that into our normal DNA?" A series of sounds appeared at max volume in her mind, from screams to running steps–the swish of gra

She scowled at him. Sighing Cronos did not argue with her. What would be the point? She was never going to have the chance to find out differently anyway. At least she was making the best of her deal with Uranus and enjoying her life. The day would come when this would be over, and she would have to deal with reality. That day may be sooner than later if those wolves and her family figure things out. As they wandered around the library looking at all the books she had, Cronos spotted a book and pulled it out. Pondering the title of the book, he revealed the book's content, “A book on the mystical white wolf.”

he began, “there is a place called the Lunar Hollow. That is where the first wolf was created.” I stared at him. “And?” “And inside that hollow roams three Prime Wolves,” he continued. “It is not like the Moonbound wolves. They are older. Stronger and carries the blessing of the moon but they're cursed.” My mouth went dry. “You want me to fight it?” “No,” Cane said immediately. “If you try to fight it, you will die.” “Then what am I supposed to do?” “You must earn its acknowledgement,” Caden answered.

"The world knows, Phoenix. The White Wolf is fully anchored. There's no more hiding." I tried to speak, but the quartz in my throat made it impossible. I just looked at my son—my King—and felt the first drop of blood leak from my tear duct, a silver mercury stain on a face of stone. Outside, a billion wolves howled in unison. The epoch of the Council was over. The Season of the White Wolf had begun. But as the gold light filled the room, a new signal flared on Ryan’s tablet—a black icon, cold and ancient, originating from the stars.

I’ve worked so hard to fix his mistakes, I’m terrified to make this pack fall again when it’s finally rebuilt. Conrad stares at me once Elyria leaves the room. I look back at him and ask, “What’s up?” “Her birthday is August 27th. It’s only two weeks out. But, Atlas, it falls on the Lunar Eclipse. What if the white wolf is real? What if it is her? I mean, out of all the dates in the world, and her 18th birthday falls on a Lunar Eclipse?” The thought is digging in my head, too. But I don’t want others to think like this. We don’t know much about the white wolf, but whoever a white wolf mates with, she will make the pack stronger.

" I jumped, my eyes instantly darting to the small glass vial sitting on the vanity. My hand moved toward it, my fingers hovering over the cork as I calculated how much time I had left. “If you take another drop of that, there will be serious consequences,” the voice warned sharply. Wolves have two subconscious minds—one is their wolf, and the second is their human subconscious. I am here to replace your wolf subconscious. So whatever choice you make will affect me.” “I’m glad to know you care so much about me,” “You have to decide quickly, because they are looking for you again. Your time will be up, and if you take another drop of that vial, I’ll kill you from the inside out before the spe

“We must wait until the next full moon. According to the prophecy, it will take the Alpha wolf one full moon cycle to regain his strength and become whole again.” “And what happens to us during the three weeks that we wait and see?” Beta Charles jumps up from his seat and begins to pace around the large office, his agitation coming through loud and clear with each step. “With each day that passes, the rogue wolves become more emboldened and venture closer to our borders.” Charles turns on his heel, heading back into our direction with a serious look on his face.

Z saw in the hologram how horrifying the wolves were, how a few drops of their saliva sizzled to a Wielder’s skin, and how Henmulga couldn’t defeat it, as she’d been reduced to running away. In the final slide, the wolf’s prominent feature had been shown again. Unlike the normal ones, it has a furry body that’s inflamed with blue energy, dancing gracefully from its feet, all the way to its wide-set toxic eyes. The class then ended with Ms. Marietta's note that even a wolf's bark was fatal, for it alone could render the Wielder immobile. Z had been awoken when her head banged against the table. She shook her head, trying to fight drowsiness; however, the more she resisted, the more the whispe

Nina,short for Nicolina just turned eighteen in the month of the full moon.Although,considering the fact that she'd get to finally see her wolf form and get to know her mate,she wasn't happy. The vampires and werewolves lived together in harmony ages past until a werewolf and a vampire violated the code and everything was ruined. They were at serious war that not only claimed the lives of many of them but that of Nina's mother also-the Luna of the Blood Moon Pack,her father being the Alpha.

“Like I said, this is more like a question, so I'll go with the question. What happens to those who are wolfless? Do they perhaps regain their wolf on their own or after a ritual is performed?” “Witch Zelda stared at me with a creased brow. I didn't have to think about the reason she was staring at me that way.” “Alpha Drake, you of all people know the gate of the wolf less. This is not a question to be asked.” “I know, but since you're a witch, I want to believe that you have vast knowledge about this.” “Just in case you don't know the full story of the werewolves, or maybe you've forgotten, so let's say I'm trying to remind you about what you've forgotten.”