Wolf Papyrus Novels & Stories

She said as she walked over to open a small wooden cupboard, and took out a big book whose pages were coming out, the cover was half torn. She opened the book, and went through the pages. After almost reaching the middle of the book, she turned it towards me and pointed at the picture. "Look at this wolf. It has blue eyes. They're called the ultime meaning ultimate. They're one of a kind, haven't existed for more than 200 years, and are the most powerful and most dangerous werewolf of all time. The last one was a male, his name was Parker, he existed in 1756, that was the last blood of ultime."

he said, staring at the physician. The man nodded briefly, "I continued researching the matter you asked about. I searched through every book and scroll I have but..." He paused for a while before sighing. "I didn't see any record of a wolfless female who possesses a scent." Lucian's brows furrowed slightly, after a while he decided to ask another question, "What type of wolf is a Vitali?" The physician grinned, "Now you are asking a question that can easily be answered." He stood up and walked toward a hidden shelf and pulled out a thick ancient book.

Not a call of alarm, but of mourning. Killian’s ears perked. “That came from the west ridge.” A warrior shifted into his wolf and bolted off. Minutes passed in tense silence until he returned, shifting mid-run. “There’s a body,” he reported. “Pinned to a tree.” They followed him in silence. What they found made Lyra’s blood run cold. A young female wolf was nailed to the trunk of an ancient oak with silver-dipped spears. Her body was broken, her eyes wide open—and carved into her chest, in the same glowing script as the sigil:

Another guy stood up, "I'm Ralph Bensen, a member of the beta hounds pack too. I like trekking. If you like to go trekking sometime, I'm pleased to help you." Lucian hit on Ralph's shoulder and made him sit in his place. "I'm Jacob Elrod, member of stealth Mane pack." "I'm Teo, a human." looked at the guys beside him and made a smile at me. "I'm Rudina Hart, alpha female of a howling jaws pack. Nice to meet you, Ms Hopper." Why are there so many werewolves in this class than humans? I saw the guy who helped me from the bus terminal to the school. The talkative guy? He's in this class too?

A key to becoming a more perfect wolf was to find out the identity of what was within, the moon goddess always named every single wolf. All of a sudden, Nicole’s interest in werewolf history, movies and what ever she could lay her hands or eye upon. Josephine was surprised with the sudden interest, rather than going out to have fun Nicole would stay back and learn more history, it was that crazy. At a point she influenced Josephine and she began taking interest in the supposed werewolf myth, most especially because Nicole kept on trying to convince Josephine that it was not a myth.

I didn't answer as I moved to the next shelf and the next and… there! I pulled the black spiral-bound note out and opened it to the section I remembered. "The pale wolf was only documented three times in pack history. Three times in four hundred years." I looked at the old drawing of a wolf with silver eyes, standing in the centre of a circle of other wolves, all of them flat on the ground. My heart was thumping now but I kept reading. “Their traits include silver eyes, heightened strength, unaffected by hierarchical dominance structures." I turned the page. "And the ability to involuntarily suppress or subdue other wolves. Even higher-ranked ones."

The wolf's bay carried through the air. Lucas wasted no time running towards the sound. Certain this was it, one of his soldiers found something. His paws hit the snow as he sped forward, gearing himself up for a fight. The baying continued and started moving towards the lodge. Lucas shifted his path knowing the howling wolf decided the best thing was to regroup there. It didn't take long for Lucas to arrive. An all too familiar scent filled the air. The wolf who was howling arrived first, he continued to make the call drawing everyone back.

Obsessively. Pge after page was a tangle of scientific theory and frantic handwritten notes, sona crossed out, others underlined. There were diagrams of claws, canine teeth, musculature comparisons between wolves and werewolves. I took out another journal from the bunch. This one had everything she knew about them. This one had a leather cover, cracked and worn with age. My hands trembled slightly as I flipped it open. The first page was dated April 12th, the ink faded but still legible.