Wolf Mates Novels & Stories

A rare white wolf from the bloodline of the originals. ***

Her wolf eagerly follows the scent, padding discreetly and gently, narrowing her eyes at something in the distance, and maintaining her slow gait. Even though Lana can't tell the fragrance from the forest apart, she assumes that's what her wolf is good for. In the distance, something is moving. She can make out a tail or something, but it is staying low. Hence, a rabbit or squirrels are ruled out because of their extreme size. Her wolf has stopped paying attention to her and is now focused on seeking and attacking this creature, regardless of whether she is in danger. She won't allow that to happen when she has the power to prevent it from hurting someone else.

The pack members had waited patiently for the birth of their next leader, whether it be a boy or a girl, they knew either way the baby would be strong because the Alpha was a Kolana wolf and their Luna was a Mattra wolf, they were wolves of legends as they were the last of their kind. These wolves were once feared around the world and known for their strength and quickness. They were white as snow and as big as a tractor. They also had special abilities that helped them in battle and running a pack. As most know, the Kolana wolves and the Mattra wolves were created by the moon goddess herself. No one knew exactly why they were created but after the last war with the Lycans they had been de

Drake said with a mocking tone. Alright. I confess. I want to be with her all the time. I want to see her, I don't even want to get my eyes off of her. Whenever she's around and I can smell her scent my wolf will go crazy. And its really fucking hard for me to control him. I am a werewolf, Drake and Kurt also. We only have one mate/soulmate for our whole existence,and once we found who's our mate the wolf inside of us will go crazy to mark her. But I have to control my wolf for some reasons.

Lily commented as they approached the house. “We do. Make sure to never wonder out here alone.” Gabrielle warned and received an affirming nod from Lily. “By the way Lily, red eyed wolves are black wolves and also the Red Moon pack, blue eyed wolves are white wolves also known as the Lunar Wolves, and green eyed wolves are the silver wolves also know as the Golden Age pack.” Gabrielle said as they entered the house. “Dmitri!” Lily exclaimed before she glanced back at Gabrielle who look very much unsurprised.

The shared knowledge wasn’t just about acquiring new skills; it was about mutual respect and appreciation of each other’s unique strengths. This collaborative learning extended to the arts and crafts. The Silvermoon wolves, renowned for their intricate silverwork, introduced the Duskwood wolves to new techniques and materials. The Duskwood wolves, in turn, shared their expertise in working with furs and hides, creating stunning garments and practical items that reflected the unique beauty of their forest home. These collaborative projects not only enriched the material culture of both packs but also fostered a deeper understanding and appreciation of each other’s artistic sensibilities. The

Running at Talon's side, the wind slicing through my fur, I can't stop my mind from circling the same thought over and over: my mate is one of the last two white wolves alive. Talon and her sister, Amara, are all left of a legendary bloodline; sometimes, it still doesn’t feel real. How did I, of all wolves, end up mated to a woman like her?

Let me continue with Carter and I. Carter told you we were known as Ying and Yang. The names were simple enough. Our wolves, Carter and I's, matched the Ying and Yang colors the day we had our first shift. Carter Wolf is pure white. Mine, however, was pure black, but what made our wolves different, is Carter's paws and snout were all black, while my snout and paws were all white. We think it is because we were both born at the same time, and under the blue moon, which is like a supermoon for us wolves. The blue moon makes us even stronger and faster than we were for a time. It is when our wolf's hormones are sent into overdrive for male and female, so really any female unmated wolf in proxim

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?”

I didn't know why that was happening because that never happened to me when I used to escape from my pack. I jerked my head at my mother-in-law, searching for the answers in her eyes but she held the same confusion building in her eyes like mine. We were utterly confused. "Eve? Are you okay?" I asked, crouching down to her. She shook her head, slowly. I licked my lips in thought, raising my hand. "Do you need a slap or something?" My mother-in-law slapped her forehead instead, shaking her head in disappointment. She looked at me, her eyes flickering from brown to blue, which I assume was her wolf's eyes but shouldn't it be silver since her wolf name is silver?