Wolf Novels Novels & Stories

"That's not the thing blade, don't feel sorry, please. I'm not mad because of that and I'm not mad over you. Remember the book that I saw in your library a month ago?" "Yes" he nods his head while answering but he seems to still have no idea about it as his eyebrows furrowed. "I- it's about vaewolves, a werewolf, and vampire hybrid. I haven't read anything in the book but the description of the vaewolves and when it will come out. It says that vaewolf is the most powerful creature made by a forbidden love over vampire and we're wolves" "And?"

Meanwhile, I sat inside the library of the Winter Garden, turning the entire place upside down to get information on vampires. “Strange.” I mumbled as I looked through the book titles. There weren’t many books or detailed information on vampires. It was all the basics, like how to kill a vampire with a wooden stake and all. Nothing that I didn’t know. I sighed as I flipped through the last book and threw it. Why was there not much information about the biggest rivals of wolves? I massaged my temple with my two fingers when my tired gaze fell on the open book that I had thrown across the room out of frustration.

MITCH CHESTER THE BOOK WAS boring as fuck. And that was even an understatement. He could feel his eyes closing as he read line after line. He knew more things now than he wanted to, but not what was necessary. He never knew that Anna's great grandmother was a red wolf. Red wolves were extremely rare, and came only once or twice in a century. Some packs and tribes believed that they had some superstitious powers, but nothing had been proven yet. Most people just took it as a mutation of some sort - just like albinism was to humans.

Their keen senses heightened, and their minds sharp, they made for the door, ready to pursue the spy who dared to invade their sanctuary. Violet, though anxious and burdened by her condition, nodded her encouragement, knowing the necessity of their mission. She watched as the two wolves, majestic and fierce, bounded into the night, guided by moonlight and instinct, leaving behind the safety of the cabin to face a world filled with secrets, dangers, and a relentless enemy.

His wolf was too powerful for them to fight and so they all were soon on the ground bloodied and beaten. Vulcan sniffed the air and filtered out Denver's scent. His pupils dilated in rage as he began following the scent. He quickly got out of the dungeon and strolled into the forest. The night was dense but it didn't affect his wolf vision. He could still see everything. The scent took him to his house which was still lit. Anger spread through him once more with full force. His claim echoed through his mind. The murderer of his mother. Vulcan, blinded by raw anger, broke into his house. He knocked down the door and snarled dangerously. Denver climbed down the stairs to see what had happened.

Lya The book I had found on my bed was interesting, to say the least. It had been wrapped in an old cloth, and the warmth under my skin when I skimmed my hand over the cover confirmed it was embossed with silver. Given it seemed to be a book about werewolves, and we had a sensitivity to silver, that was a peculiar choice. I wondered if it was filled with information they didn’t want just anyone reading. I hadn’t gotten much into the book - just the introduction of the Wulver Pack, its location, and when it came into existence - when there was a knock on the door. I went over to open it, not at all surprised that Oliver was on the other side.

I replied and we began to walk. “So, I kept on reading these novels, and I found out there’s someone missing about wolves in all of them.” She suddenly said and I looked at her. “What’s that?” I asked. “They didn’t write that they drink blood once a week—the blood of young girls.” She said, staring at me straight in the eye. “Those are vampires.” “Vampires drink blood to satisfy their hunger, wolves drink to sustain their powers. If you ever meet a wolf, ask them.” She said and something about the way she said it felt ominous.

Most were non-confrontational; however, there were rogue wolves who caused trouble and often extorted more established packs in order to survive and pay for themselves. Waverly had never met a rogue wolf and had only heard stories from her father of the ones who had set foot on Lycan territory long before she was born, and for some reason that she couldn't shake, she had a deep feeling that something about this wasn't right. While they drove through differing towns, the view of the hilltop where she had met Sawyer on the night of the Sacrifice appeared. Sawyer turned a corner and followed a gravel pathway that led to the base of the hill. They each got out of the car and started walking up,

I wasn't ready to risk my own pack's lives like that. Of course, I could be noble all I wanted, but I couldn't control what other packs did, and clearly the trend had caught on. As soon as the large cluster of enemy wolves arrived, sprinting out from behind trees, and peeking out from atop hills, wolfsbane darts began raining down on us. Alex and I pushed forward, both having built up high tolerances at school, ready to start picking off their men, especially the ones in human form shooting the darts that would be helpless against us in our wolf forms.

My complaints fell on deaf ears, and he left me to start reading. My first choice was about werewolves. I was already involved with one, so it was only natural that I would want to know about them first. To my surprise, the book had nothing to do with learning about them. All it had were recipes and literature on how to kill them. I guessed this was the hunter's version and side of the supernatural world. I browsed through the others, and they were all the same. No wonder Gavin expected me to finish reading them in ten days. Seventy per cent of the books consisted of drawings and diagrams. I did not leave the library until it was evening. Too tired to eat, I had a sandwich and retired to my