Wolf Miraculous Novels & Stories

I dismissed the whole group and they ran out the garden gate to do their job. I sat down and looked up at the moon. It's an urban myth that Wolves can only shift during the full moon. We can, and do, shift whenever we want. Day or night, it doesn’t matter. The last time I shifted… Was the night I met Violet. The night we found her... And that pig! I whimpered remembering what happened. What I saw. Should I go and see her? ‘’No! You stay away from her! This is OUR night!’’ My head turned to see Georgie standing there. Her Silver fur standing on end, glowing in the moonlight.

Arthur begged. “Grace…” Mila thundered. “There is no cure to this wolfsbane else my magic would have healed her. I have heard of this wolfsbane. It is the deadliest one. My mother told me about it. It is tasteless, odourless and attacks the drinker after a while, allowing the poison to enter their system properly and absorbed. I survived because this wolfsbane kills the wolf within the werewolf and what good a human is without her wolf?” she screamed as she concentrated hard. Arthur looked at his father, who nodded and agreed that Mila was right.

The smell of ozone and burnt hair filled the lab. The First Wolf let out a thin, high-pitched shriek—a sound of pure, unadulterated shock—before collapsing into a heap of withered skin and bone. Malakai let go, his face flushed a healthy, vibrant pink, his small belly full of the oldest power on the planet. "Victor. Victor, look at me!" Elodie pulled his head into her lap.

My hands shook slightly as I prepared it, mixing it with water to create a paste. This couldn't be right. Male wolves didn't... they couldn't... But Milo wasn't a normal wolf, was he? He had that unique bloodline, that strange purple magic that none of us fully understood. I applied the paste to his abdomen, right where the glow was strongest. If my suspicion was correct, the paste would react violently... The paste began to glow. Not purple, nor was it violent. but a soft, golden light. My breath caught in my throat. "Oh my god," I whispered.

"That's just my assumption, but it's true that the wolf's energy was so thickly mixed with the air in the hallway that I got goosebumps from it." I chuckled wryly, then downed the wine. "It must have been an accident. Violet is a werewolf, and werewolves don't have magic." "Indeed, but magic also works in odd ways." Gloria shook her head.

As the slammed the door behind them only then did MCkenny raise his red swollen eyes. Fat drops of tears rolled down his flushed cheeks as he tried hard to hold his sobs. This was the first time he was crying so hard after losing his wolf, his woman and now he just lost himself. Wizards were not creatures very common and a hybrid was even more difficult. Mckenny did not know what was happening to his body. He turned to look at the heater which was out of fire.

That was what I thought until I concluded my investigations and I realized that the stream was poisoned from our territory because Maverick have not left this city in a while, so there is no way in hell that he could have visited king Gerald without informing anyone about it. I did not stop there, I needed to know how he got the poison and why he had used it on us. Most importantly, I needed to know how we managed to survive that poison when it could have killed all our wolves. So I did more investigations, and I realized that we have a wizard hiding under the protective banner of the white witches. The worst part of it all is that after he succeeded in poisoning the stream through Maverick,

“I didn’t know.” “Know that you brought a bigoted murderess to our door?” Magnus spat at her. “I didn’t know.” She said softly and hung her head. “I think we are done with witch mentoring.” He took off his clothes and burst into his wolf. The giant black wolf with a white stripe on his chest bounded towards me, yipping. He sailed over me at the last moment, turning in play. My wolf engaged and began to run towards the back of the property. A run was exactly what I needed. The wicked witch was dead by her own dark magic. Dark magic that tried to kill me. The monsters that hide in plain sight are the scariest.

I just knelt there, confused and watching everyone running helter skelter. “What is happening? Why is eveyine running around.” My wolf was alarmed and she was screaming, wanting to understand what was happening. The grounds were spinning, howls filled the air and i could also hear the screeching siunds of tires on tarred roads. A he wolf stopped at me, I recognized him from the night before because of his amputated leg. “Loren is bleeding and dying, we need you help.” “My help, how?” “You said you were a healer last night right? You should be able to heal him.”