Wolf Novels Novels & Stories

Lola understood by now that they were all dead serious about this, so she asked, “So what happened to them? “ Fenna balled her fists, “The Fire Wolves were loved by most of the werewolves. Everyone accepted they should be leading because of their powers. They were strict but also fair so there was peace for many centuries. Until the Grey Oak clan led by Noah his grandfather got jealous. He schemed with other packs that were unhappy. They wanted more power, particularly for men. The Fire Wolves did not believe in privilege by rank or gender. Anyway, they tricked the Fire wolves with the help of the high priestess. They drugged them and burned the whole village with every single wolf in them.

We were talking in an undertone, the men were quietly talking about their own, and I, taking advantage of the moment, while they were not listening to us, asked Alina: - Aline, werewolves can't drink alcohol. How then are they? - I shook my head towards Maxim and Alexei. She turned lazily, looked at them, and, turning away, also quietly answered: - So this is not an ordinary cognac, specially developed - for werewolves. By the way, in our flock they let him out, - she yawned, - A very expensive pleasure. - Why?

“So, the vet believes in werewolves and the psychic doesn’t. Now, that’s a twist I wasn’t prepared for.” I leaned forward and looked directly at him as I said, “I believe in things that I see, hear, or touch. I’ve seen and spoken to ghosts. I’ve never seen or heard a vampire or a werewolf.” “Yes, you have,” Oscar insisted. “At least a werewolf, you have.” Kenzie looked aghast as she said, “What are you talking about, Oscar? Are you trying to tell us that Snow is a werewolf?”

Grey wolves look similar to German shepherds, but the wolf has longer legs and bigger feet. She still remembers how mercilessly he was killed by the Czar pack when he refused to join the team. The Czar wolves are the worst...they are the carnivores of the modern world. And she will make sure to kill them all before the hybrid child borns. ___________________________________ "Travolta, dear. How are you?" Vlora stepped in the darkroom and switched on the light just to see the human was laid sick. Debrah was with her, too.

WOLF HUNTING GONE WRONG Darby Miller and his team of skilled animal trackers were on the hunt for one of the rare mutant wolves. The only one recorded in history is being held in Wisconsin State Zoo. The rare wolf is the size of a horse and its speed and strength are like no other. There had been a call that another one was running lose and they were hired to find it. They had no intention to kill the wolf, only tranquilize and relocate it to the zoo. On the third day of searching, they came across the wolf. "The beast was unlike anything I'd ever seen! I swear, it was as if it had three bears within one body!" One of Darby's team members had stated. The wolf unleashed his anger onto the tea

Vampires and werewolves had always been locked in a perpetual state of war. While vampire venom was lethal to some werewolves, it was Wolfsbane that truly endangered them all, leaving the werewolves at a constant disadvantage. Then, one day something extraordinary happened. A white wolf was born, marked with a distinctive white crescent on its chest. Remarkably, it wasn't an isolated event; soon, several packs reported the birth of similar white-crescent wolves. These wolves were not only distinguished by their unique mark but also by the extraordinary gifts they possessed.

Valeria I watch the ravens fly together as if they were a source of power at Grimm’s command. After they slam into the first rogue, a flock breaks off from formation and rushes the stunned wolf. They swarm him, covering him completely. I can’t see a single hair of the werewolf. When they finally fly off, the wolf is dead. Its eyes pecked out, body covered in bleeding lacerations, entrails spilling. I stumble in shock and fall to the ground.

Her amber eyes swept the crowd once and then found Vulcan's wolf without searching. Like she already knew exactly where he was. A red wolf. Kieran hadn't seen one in his lifetime. Most people hadn't. They appeared in old texts, in pack history records, in the kind of legends elders told children. They were supposed to represent something ancient and rare, a wolf tied directly to the bloodmoon lineage. He filed that away and kept his face neutral. Vulcan's wolf was already shifted beside her. Enormous, the way Dak always was, silver-coated and built like something that had no natural predators, his paws alone twice the size of the red wolf's. He stood completely still, watching her.

‘She is the first and only who saw them’ I responded, gulping down the part of Willow, doesn’t need to bombard him with blowing things happened in the pack in matter of couple of weeks. ‘You’re white wolf, right?’ after a moment of pause he asked and we both nodded. He is old, maybe he knew something about white wolf. ‘White wolves are very powerful its just that they have to know about their powers and how to use them’ I and Lilith’s eyes connected, it was the biggest issue for us to solve other than rogues and witches but we’re getting no help from anywhere. ‘Do you know about them and their powers?’ I asked hopefully and he shook his head and then groaned; I was startled.

But Raven’s wolf didn’t slow down, as he barreled straight towards them, making me wonder if he had a death wish for the both of us. As the vampires now came charging in our direction, I realized now what Raven’s plan was. For years, Raven had made me watch old western movies with him, where the outlaws would ride their horses into a shootout, and right now I was to be an outlaw on my trusted horse, or should I say wolf’s back.