Wolf Novels Novels & Stories

"The Lord has heard our prayers. Raven is a pure white wolf with golden eyes. If Scarlet's wolf resembles the Raven, as it is described in the book, we'll kill them both. Tonight!" "Yes, Anton. We will kill them both tonight!" Adolpha spoke as her eyes, which were normally gold, flashed.

"The Vlkolak were like any Were species until about eight hundred years ago. About that time, the Alpha took a mate but she was not a wolf, she was a panther. They had ten cubs, all wolves, there was no thought that anything was out of the ordinary. Their cubs all had cubs of their own. It wasn't until the fifth generation that something happened. One of the females mated with a male from another pack under the Wolf Moon. She had twins that grew up seemingly normal, but when they reached adulthood, there was something wrong. They were decidedly evil and became killers." "Are you saying all these women's cubs will be like those killers?" "No Morgan, let me finish and then you'll understand."

Books lay open across the desk, and papers covered almost every available surface. I reached for another old book that had been tucked away at the very back of one of the shelves. Unlike the others, it was noticeably thinner, its leather cover faded with age. As I brushed away the dust that had settled over it, three words slowly came into view. The White Wolves. My heartbeat quickened as I stared at the title for a brief moment before opening the book without wasting another second. “Finally.” The first few pages were filled with handwritten accounts describing the White Wolves as though they had truly existed.

This period is when all wolf packs go hunting, preparing for Winter. Winter is also when the Blue Moon realm is most vulnerable to humans and vampires, and even other wolf packs' attacks. So, the strongest men outside were required to come back home to help protect the realm and the packs. Every August, when Oliver returns for the Winter, he would always bring something from either the human realm or the Vampire realm for Megan. There is hardly anything in the human realm that isn't in the wolf realm, but some things are unique to each realm. Things like cuisine and Art. What Megan loved to get from the human realm was their books. Unlike the books on Blue Moon, the human books are filled wi

he answered, expression serious. She wanted to ask about Victor again, but moved on to the mention of a rogue wolf instead, "Wait, another wolf? Meaning more than one?" "Yes. I'm guessing you don't watch the news?" She shook her head slowly in response. Gil sighed, putting a hand through his hair, "There have been an increasing number of rogues lately. It's odd and... worrying. At first, they were in random locations outside of New York City, but they've gradually made their way here." he explained, gaze distant.

Wolves, huge wolves with blood red eyes, patched fur and a very disgusting stench coming out of them, the same horrible stench I was perceiving. These were the kind of rogues that had been cast out for long enough that they had lost their sanity and humanity. All they knew was to kill and devour any living thing in their pack wolf otherwise. They were probably the ones that left the dead trail of animals and now as I looked around surrounded by three monstrous looking rogues, it was quite obvious that was the next kill. “Give me control” Valkyrie said and I dissolved into the back of my consciousness letting her take the lead.

AUTHOR'S P.O.V. In the shrouded shadows of the night, a formidable black wolf, with fur as dark as the abyss, prowled stealthily through the underbrush. Its eyes, glowing with a fierce, infernal red, were fixed intently on the men stationed outside the building. Despite its lupine form, it exuded a commanding presence over the armed men in their human guise. The wolf, driven by a singular purpose, was here for one individual – a target it was resolutely determined to eliminate this very night.

The Wolfing of Roger Willis ARC 1 of The Wolfing Series Written by: Vendité Johnson *** ARC 2: The Unwolfing of Roger Willis (COMING SOON) NOTE: 2 ARCS OF THE WOLFING SERIES ARE GOING TO BE PUBLISHED HERE. *** OTHER WORKS: THE BADBOY TRILOGY BOOK 1: HOW TO DESTROY A BADBOY BOOK 2: THE EMANCIPATION OF A BADBOY BOOK 3: A RHAPSODY FOR THE PLAYBOY

The black wolf jumped him, driving its teeth into his other arm, and throwing the red wolf to the side. The bones in my arm were broken but it was worth it. The red wolf was defeated. I saw the deathly gaze in the eyes of the black wolf but then I heard the sound of an arrow as it flew through the air. The black wolf growled, turning its gaze sharply and focusing it on something that was just above my head. I heard another, then another and I saw the shafts as the arrows embedded themselves into the wolf. Slicing through its silky fur. I looked above me to where the arrows seemed to be coming from and I spotted the neon red of about a dozen red robed vampires wielding bows and firing more ar

he was in charge. Sergeant Hakon Ragnar decided he was best suited to command the claws. So far I have had no problems with Kjel or Henk. Only Sven and Stribjörn grunted. Ragna stopped walking and looked up at the sky. The red sun began to set in the west. The sky on the far horizon was blood red, and the red light passing through the clouds made the mountain look strangely menacing. Ragnar seemed to be a haven for trolls and other terrifying beasts. There has been a lot of talk lately about a creature called the Wulfen. No one knew who started the horror story, but if the stories of amputation and gruesome death are true, the wolf was a truly terrifying animal. Ragnar suspected that the in