Wolf Novels & Stories

I wasn't going down without a fight. Soon Tyce was next to me, and I saw the resemblance between his wolf's and Jasmine's. Both wolves were brown, but while Jasmine had a white belly and toes, his was pure brown with black-tipped fur, like a huge grizzly bear. His amber eyes glared evilly at the enemy, as he fought like a maniac. I'd never seen anything like it. In his wolf form, he was completely feral and unpredictable, ready to kill mercilessly, and I suddenly understood the reputation his pack had—they were definitely not werewolves you ever wanted to fuck with. His warriors similarly followed suit, being a huge advantage in

What is her gift? - We, by virtue of nature, cannot freely communicate with animals, they are afraid of us, - she began to explain, - and werewolves with such a gift not only approach any animals calmly, but also feel their life streams. For example, you can say that your head hurts, show where it hurts, and werewolves with such a gift feel it. They are excellent veterinarians and are highly valued at our fur farms. In our flock, sable, arctic fox, marten, ermine are bred. A very profitable business. I still don't get what's wrong? A wonderful gift, - but I thought to myself that I don’t have a gift at all.

She lost consciousness again and woke up sometime later to the sound of loud screaming. “So, you found her on accident but what were you doing there in the first place?” Noah asked angrily. Lola recognized one of the hunter’s voices that was answering, “Some organization is giving out 10.000-dollar rewards for anyone who can kill a wolf that is twice the size of a normal wolf.”

[LILA] Lila races through the dense forest, her paws striking the earth with relentless speed. The world around her is a blur, the scents of moss and bark barely registering as she focuses solely on the chase. Ahead, the blue-eyed wolf’s scent grows fainter, but Lila pushes herself harder, determined to close the distance. Her instincts scream at her to catch up, to protect, to keep the young wolf within her reach.

I scanned the trees in front of us and my eyes fell into the grass with rash movements, just near a chir pine tree. “Quinn, East!” I shouted as I felt something from the east running in our direction. Quinn nodded and immediately positioned her bow to release the arrow with poison. With a bolt, Quinn calmly let go of the arrow when a big brown werewolf appeared. This is our first time to see a brown-haired werewolf, most of the hunts we’ve been to have black or grey fur. “Brown?” Rendall asked as we saw the arrow hit its leg and growl in pain.

Some were frozen in running positions while others were stooped, cowering from an unknown force. The wolves were a different scenario. Some were crouched on their hind legs, fur bristling, and lips curled back into snarls as they prepared to launch themselves at the enemy. By looking into their eyes, you could see the hatred and slight fear as they wrestled with whatever foe was harming them. Other wolves were on the ground, injured. Some with chunks of skin torn out and others with scratch marks across their face and stomachs. Why was this so realistic?

Lily ran to where Elias called out, then helped him up. The blood continued to flow like that, and Elias' voice whispered, "I'm fine." “You… are you okay like this?” Lily's tears flowed endlessly, she was afraid that Elias would die from blood loss. The wolf saw the enemy's blood with more and more hatred and the werewolf's blood motivated him to want to kill and eat the opponent. He lunged forward, knocking Lily aside, raising his claws and stabbing Elias in the chest. “Hands off!” The wolf king appeared out of nowhere but turned into a huge wolf, almost twice the

CAST - I raced through the dense forest. Shadows of trees streaked by, their skeletal branches clawing at the moonlit sky. The pack followed close, their pale white bodies glowing in the moonlight. Their eyes burned with a sickly green hue, eerily similar to Kat's human eyes. Her voice was louder than the cacophony of snapping twigs and guttural growls. She sat on the back of a massive white wolf, her hair whipping wildly as she screamed at me. “You kill them, or we will!”

“They are not only animals but my life, Noelle. They are like my family. I have been taking care of them like my own kids. I feed them, clean them and play with them. It makes me alive. I don’t want Luther’s bastard’s men near them. Neither does Luther have enough patience nor do his men to deal with my pets.” I smiled, remembering Luther’s jaguars. “Luther has also friends in the forest.” “Yore and Lola…” he laughed when he recognized them. “I thought you would freak out after.…” “I was…” I cut him off. “They just scared the shit out of me.” “I could tell…,” he studied my expression. “Is there anything going on between you two besides sex?” “Don’t you think this is quite personal?” I snappe

Upon closer inspection, Hayley noted that the wolf in the centre had red rubies for the eyes and seemed to be howling at a black moon. She scratched at her head, thinking that there was no way any of those idiots her age could have made such an incredible illusion.