Wolf Papyrus Novels & Stories

Real wolves. The Prince's opponent is a wolf with fur the same color as his hair; pure copper. The golden eyes seem to shine as it stares at the other with fangs bared in clear threat. The nails in silver claws. And he still holds the spear in his hand, ready to attack. He has a body posture like the man he once was, yet animalistic. I'm shaking, confused and curious. My eyes burn from the long time without blinking, but I'm surprised by a third beep that makes me close my eyes.

So he still worked after our last encounter, which made me very tired. Curiosity got the better of me. I couldn't resist the urge to take a peek and see what he had been working on. I sat at the table, forgetting about the tea that I had just made. As I opened the laptop, a rush of guilt washed over me, but my curiosity was greater than my conscience. The screen displayed a document titled "Project Wolf" with numerous tabs open, revealing an intricate web of research and plans. I clicked on a document and began reading about the project. It seemed to be a top-secret initiative involving the genetic engineering of…werewolves?

I replied to him but as soon as I spelled the name ‘Paul’, I gasped. “What happened? What is it?” Karien inquired as he saw me gasped all of sudden. I looked at him and asked, “Do you remember what was the shade of the wolf fur, and how big was he?” “He had slightly golden brown, white-colored mix fur and not so big as I saw a werewolf in movies. I don’t think he was a strong wolf but he was there attacking those two guys before I got there and he ran off as soon as he saw me” He said recollecting the memories of last night.

They began to hop in a circular manner with their arms interlocked with each other on the road. They suddenly stopped in the same way they had started with jackson giggling like a guy who had inhaled laughing gas while Lucia stood transfixed with her eyes as round as saucers and almost popping out of their sockets. "Yeah! Do you know he was a wolf and also belonged to our pack? I first saw him the day I joined the pack. He was the one who made them know I attended the same school as him. He was also the tattletale who made the pack know I have you as a friend although none of them knows that you're a werewolf talk more of being your father's daughter.

Will not work! “You know from somewhere,” I insisted, approaching the black wolf at arm’s length. "I'm not his father!" Mikhail snapped and tried to push me away from him. Surprised, I lost my balance and ran my nose into his chest. The smell of the male instantly responded with a corresponding reaction in the body, arousing interest in my she-wolf. - In short, - "We must leave before Mikhail noticed anything" - the Fox will live with me ... for a while.

A good omen. Most of the pack decided to remain in their wolf form for now and were moving towards the compound. Guillame and Jószef trotted back towards the main house. Suddenly the younger wolf stopped, his nose high in the air. His ears were pricked forward and he didn't move a muscle. Guillame watched him closely. What was going on? He saw Jószef cock his head to the left and watch a group of females crossing the open compound. Guillame was ecstatic. She was here. But which one was she?

I started taking a deep breath before I kept reading. “The Red Rose pack. The most powerful wolf pack in the whole country. This pack dates back to the 1600s when the first Alpha reigned in the woods. Rumors were spread that a rabid wolf attacked a hunter when he was out hunting for rabbits. Weeks later, he felt painful aches on his body and his bones felt like they were crushing inside while he was taking the form of the rabid animal. From then on, he kept attacking the village and recruiting more wolves by biting them without remorse. They built the town and up until this day, that pack still exists. Bigger and more powerful than ever.”

Making me smile, it looks like something the witches on the edges of our pack would use for writing spells on… Alpha Jackson hands it to me, all rolled up. “Here, see what you think then. Because my mind is fucked.” I gradually unravel the parchment to reveal the writing, old italic scrawl, in ink. A wolf with eyes of bright silver-white… I look to the men in the room. “Have you seen her wolf?” They look to one another, then look to the parchment within my hand, as if they are reminding themselves of the words held within it. “We have been on a few runs with her while she has stayed here.” Beta Cayden speaks, his voice a little shaky.

The time that passed had little effect on them where they were safely stored. Jake gestured to a large table by the closed window and they dropped all the books there. Wayne and Walter walked over and Wayne took a book. He opened it and read the first page aloud. “The prophecy was never meant to be me. I was never the one...” he read but the rest were total gibberish, a repetition of words over and over again. But in the middle of the book was a sketch of a wolf with yellow colour pencil. Underneath it, the word ‘unclear’ was written. They all glanced through more books, each having just one page of useful information. But each had a better sketch of the wolf that began in the first book. An

But of course, the members would test and automatically fail that. She took the position after our former member—her father—died but not before bestowing all his knowledge unto her. In my opinion, she was the best candidate. She breathed out as if she needed a break from the musty, tale, and decaying wood odor of the chamber. “Wolfants were yielded five hundred years ago when a wolf was caught by human scientists in 1522. It was announced in human territories but no one believed it because the wolf refused to show his exceptional characters.”