Wolf Papyrus Novels & Stories

Now I read more carefully. My eyes caught on an entry near the middle of the journal. "The elders today discussed the case of a she-wolf who claimed false pregnancy to manipulate her Alpha. I have documented below the herbs used in her deception—and more importantly, the method to expose such lies. Moonveil petals, when brewed into tea and consumed by a pregnant wolf, will cause her eyes to briefly flash gold as the herb reacts with the life growing inside her. If there is no child, there will be no reaction. The deception becomes impossible to hide."

Wells skimmed through my expression and continued to explain the norms of this world. "Werewolves possessed enhanced senses. In the human perspective, only five senses are known, but not werewolves. Our kind is blessed by the Moon Goddess; a sixth sense to communicate with the mind and another with your wolf," I thought that was his brief explanation, not until he trailed further which I absolutely do not dislike. "—In this place, there is also a hierarchy to be followed. The Alpha, the beta, the subordinates, and the weakest, the omegas,"

The wolf growled. “It is okay, Joel, He won't hurt me,” I tell Joel as the wolf approaches me and sits. His tail wraps around me. I am instantly relaxed. I rub my face in his fur and enjoy his warm. I feel safe, and I calm down. I am hit with the scent of sandalwood and citrus. Luka’s scent. “What?” I questioned out loud. I am his. He is mine. We are one. Like you and the white wolf. My eyes bug out of my head a bit. I want to ask questions.

Their leader is a black wolf with blue eyes, and he wants to stand on the high cliff and declare war on his opponent. The Red Wolve did not dare to stop but only dared to lean to the side. Wolves usually have gray and yellow fur, but with wolves having white, black, and red fur is very special. The black wolf that received the order to distract Windy was just a wolf with yellow fur because to distract the opponent, he disguised himself to look like Ezra.

Just unmarked leather and the weight of secrets waiting to be discovered. I opened it carefully, mindful of pages that looked fragile enough to crumble at a touch. The first page made me gasp aloud. Ink drawings filled the yellowed paper—not the crude sketches of an amateur, but artwork of remarkable skill and disturbing beauty. A wolf, massive and powerful, its eyes rendered in such detail I could swear they were watching me from the page. And beside it, a woman in flowing robes, her hand extended toward the beast as if in offering or benediction.

Her eyes alight upon scattered sketches strewn across the surface, drawing her in with an irresistible pull. Picking up one of the sketches, she is met with the striking image of a wolf, its form captured in intricate detail. As her gaze flits to another sketch, a closer view of the wolf reveals its menacing features—fangs bared and saliva dripping, an embodiment of primal ferocity. A series of similar sketches follow, each portraying the majestic yet fearsome creatures in different poses. A furrow creases Rose's brow in puzzlement as she contemplates the artist's apparent fixation on these lupine subjects.

A specific section caught my attention. ‘ Werewolves and shapeshifters hate camphor. They cannot tolerate its smell. It doesn’t harm them but does keep them away.’ It would be very easy to slip a few camphor tablets into Alex’s clothes but I had to confirm it with Eric. I walked into the living room to find Eric engrossed reading a very old manuscript. The pages were made of papyrus sheets and the script was so ancient that I had no clue what it was about. “ Eric….”

But as I dig deeper, a specific folder catches my eye labeled “Research.” “Here we go,” I say, opening it. The contents are a mix of scientific studies and folklore, mostly concerning lycanthropic genetics and behaviors. It’s heavy stuff, and Osiris was deep into it. “This is all wolf behavior and genetic research... Wait, what’s this?” I pause at a document titled “The Blind Fury.” Curiosity piqued, I open it. The document loads, and as I scroll through, my confusion deepens. It’s all about the rare phenomenon of wolves born blind but with heightened other senses, making them both a potential liability and a powerful asset.

The pages were brittle, worn by time and countless hands that had turned them. A thick scent of old parchment filled the room, the silence only broken by the occasional rustle of pages turning. Her brow furrowed with concentration as she carefully examined the faded symbols, muttering softly under her breath. Each page revealed glimpses of forgotten knowledge—reminders of the past, hidden in cryptic scripts. She flipped through them one by one, her fingers gently brushing against the delicate pages, feeling the weight of the centuries in her hands. The texts contained details of wolf physiology that were considered legends, ancient practices, and long-lost cures for ailments that hadn’t been