Wolf Mates Novels & Stories

"I’ve never heard of that kind of wolf before." Valarie’s lips curled into a knowing smile as she turned and walked toward a velvet couch placed near the fireplace. Her movements were slow and deliberate, as if each step was choreographed by wisdom and time. "Sit down," she said gently, pulling a thick, leather-bound book from a shelf. The cover was embossed with silver runes that shimmered faintly under the library’s soft lighting. "Moon Wolves are rare—rarer than Lycans, rarer than the Supreme Alphas. In fact, only two have ever existed... and both belonged to the Paleframe bloodline."

Natalia didn’t waste any time. “I need a Hillmand wolf cub” “Pardon?” both men said at the same time. The Hillmand wolf was a popular breed of wolf that was most abundant in the forest of damnation. They were bright orange in color with three black stripes that traveled from the middle of their head to their tail. Their eyes were bright red like rubies and they were often extracted and preserved like precious stones. However, it wasn’t exactly easy to catch a Hillmand wolf. They were swift and dangerous. A single injury from the wolf was dangerous because they carried a lot of parasites and they were immune to poison and a degree of magic.

The uncertainty gnawed at me. I flipped through the pages, absorbing every detail. The text described the white wolves' abilities in vivid detail: their capacity to heal wounds with a touch, to manipulate the elements, and to draw strength from the earth itself. These abilities were a direct gift from the moon goddess, who had created the white wolves to maintain balance and harmony in the world. The other wolves, lacking these divine gifts, grew resentful and ultimately conspired to wipe out the white wolves to eliminate the perceived threat to their own power.

“So, did you meet with that guy? What did he say?” That’s why he might have found us, eager to talk with me. Curiosity bubbled in my stomach, palms sweaty, and I could feel my heart thudding in my chest. Silence stretched between us, and the hair on the back of my neck stood up in anticipation. The Alpha sank his teeth on his bottom lip, shakily nodding before meeting my eyes, “I did. At first, he was shocked, but he told me that there’s a rare breed of wolves who used to do what you did easily—their eyes colour changed depending on their mood, had a unique kind of power and listen to this…they were all omegas. The mystic wolves.”

Puzzled, I asked, “What do you mean?” Maggie sighed and took another drink of her water. I had the feeling she wished it was something stronger. “Well, I’ve heard of fated-matches having dreams about their mate years before they met, usually two wolves. It’s sometimes one of the ways that they can recognize one another as soon as they see each other. But… I’ve never heard of a wolf dreaming about a mage, especially one that isn’t his fated match. I mean, you did imprint on Ben, right? You’re certain he’s your mate?”

The rest of the females that he had after the departure of his wife could not give birth to a gifted one! “And what makes you think that a she-wolf gave birth to him?” Mikhail growled as he approached us, his eyes flashing angrily in the direction of the latter. - Don't take me for an idiot! Maroon growled at him. - Not a single human woman was born wolf cubs capable of turnover! Especially those who have preserved the gift of fire!

“As you can see, we are not a normal wolf Athena, we are a very special type of wolf. You see when the Moon Goddess created our kind she made different breeds, some with abilities some without. You are aware that Rita was created a moon protector, well she comes from just one kind of wolf. You also have the elemental wolves, normal wolves and then there is us. The guardian wolf” “What the hell is a guardian wolf?” “A guardian wolf is exactly that, a guardian. The moon goddess created us to be the protector of all wolves, in a way we are similar to the silver wolf however more powerful. Though unfortunately we won’t reach our full potential until marked by our mate’s” “I’m sorry mates, as in

~. .~ Paws Creek was a lively hub of activity, and the visiting she-wolves from various packs stood out with their distinct colors. Each pack had its unique attire, making it easy to distinguish them. The she-wolves wearing pristine white garments were clearly from the Glacier Pack, their attire reflecting the icy lands they hailed from. Their presence exuded an air of cold elegance. On the other hand, the she-wolves donned in vibrant yellow attire hailed from the Sun Pack. Their outfits radiated warmth and vitality, mirroring the sunny region they represented.

“They want me to have sex so that they can have a lineage of white wolves.” She could see the rage in his eyes, “Do they want to rape you?” “No, they said they would give me time to fall in love with the one I would be breeding with.” “What the fuck? Are they also white wolves?” “No, they’re Mystics, half white and half black wolves. They’re known as Mystics.” “This is getting more fucked up by the minute.” “According to them, I’m called a Muraco.” “What in the genuine fuck?” “I know, but they said that they would take me by force if push comes to shove.”

Alice asks like I’m telling her a bedtime story. With a chuckle I continue, “The White Wolves were born to protect all preternatural creatures. It was deemed that the female White Wolves are of Royalty only, the males are the protectors. All seven can take a mate, but they must be their true mates of Alpha Blood. It’s rare for white wolves to be mated to another white wolf. The first White Wolf Queen was Cordelia. Artemis ordered for all seven of them to kill the King and Queen, to hold a blood eagle, an old ritual style execution the Norse Vampires would use to settle matters amongst their kind.