Wolf Papyrus Novels & Stories

The little black cat curled up in her lap as usual. "Tonight we find out the real skinny on this, kitty," she murmured as she opened the heavy book to the page she had marked. "I don't even know what I'm looking for any more but I hope I find it soon." She opened the book to the place she'd marked, two pages of hand-drawn sketches. One of the drawings especially caught her eye. The face of the wolf looked almost human and she had the bizarre feeling the animal was staring out at her from the page.

Richard looked surprised like he did not notice it when he came in. "I respect every one of you and I know this great victory wouldn't have been possible without anyone of you, therefore to show my appreciation for assisting me, I want us to draft the book of laws together. Starting from my master Lord Dormana, my mentor and the oldest in the room, what do you suggest?" Melnyk looked toward Lord Dormana. Lord Dorma smiled and said "We thank the moon goddess for showing us this day. I never thought I will be alive to witness this day and that is to see a werewolf sit on the masmud of the great city of Helores. As we can see, it is already happening" Everyone shook their heads in affirmation "

Nina,short for Nicolina just turned eighteen in the month of the full moon.Although,considering the fact that she'd get to finally see her wolf form and get to know her mate,she wasn't happy. The vampires and werewolves lived together in harmony ages past until a werewolf and a vampire violated the code and everything was ruined. They were at serious war that not only claimed the lives of many of them but that of Nina's mother also-the Luna of the Blood Moon Pack,her father being the Alpha.

My eyes were fixated on the witch at the top of the stairs thinking of all the ways I could kill her. 'Her blood will taste amazing,' Cinnabar was huffing and pacing in my mind. He was the only reason I'd made small progress of moving my arms. We could feel through the connection that Eloise was in pain. She was distressed. 'The pups,' my wolf growled out. A snarl ripped through my lips sounding muffled but loud enough to make the witch turn to us once again. She rolled her orange eyes at me stepping down the stairs with her arms crossed.

"You're beautiful, you know." He raced to strip and change after she poked his leg. She remained close to him while observing the other wolves. Trying to figure out who they were all? She'd eventually identify the entire pack, but she couldn't recognize who they were unless she could smell them. As they trotted to his house, a couple of kilometers distant, he massaged her muzzle with his cheek. Even so, she appeared suspicious, the way she drew her ears back and pressed her body against his to retain her bearing as they went, while she continued gazing about at the other wolves. He hoped he could question her about what was wrong. In an attempt to soothe her down, he turned his head and lick

Following his gaze, I spotted a folded parchment scroll on the table, still faintly stained with blood. "We found this attached to the back of one of the werewolves when we were processing the scene, but there was nothing written on it," Braum explained as he picked up the parchment scroll and handed it to me. I twirled the parchment scroll in my fingers, detecting a faint hint of blood. "Interesting," I said, scrutinizing the parchment scroll closely. Its surface bore several black, wedge-shaped characters that appeared to have been haphazardly drawn but concealed some secrets.

After a lot of internal deliberation, Logan decided to wait for the person to come back, then capture the person and demand information. He pointed the flashlight back up and continued looking at the rest of the inscriptions and drawings. The rest of the writings looked ancient and foreign, like Sanskrit, Logan thought. On the other hand, the rest of the drawings were very easy to decipher. They depicted several battles between the rogue wolf pack and other packs, usually ending in the pack's surrender. However, some drawings depicted a strange wolf. This wolf stood out from the others because it was drawn with white paint. The first few drawings of the white wolf showed it walking with two

Ryan bragged proudly and Amelia chuckled. "You sound really proud of yourself buddy. So, would you mind explaining what this is?" Amelia teased, pointing towards a huge wolf figurine that was placed on a separate shelf behind the scrolls. "That's the figurine of one of the greatest Alphas to be recorded in the history of werewolves," Ryan replied, exciting Amelia even more.

Howls and screams of a wolf about to die were now heard from the Lycanthrope. Elizabeth saw that the wolf-creature was started shrinking. The hawk stopped attacking and landed on his master's shoulder watching calmly the huge Lycanthrop shrinking more and more until he became an old, skinny wolf. Scared and confused, physically destroyed and suffering from the curse put on him, the old wolf collapsed exhausted to the ground, barely breathing. The Divine Parchment fell of the wolf’s ear. It had belonged to the Swamp Prince. The parchment was now there, falling to the ground off the monster's ear when he began shrinking.

He held out a finger as he stood up and walked towards the rows of bookshelves, disappearing out of sight. When he returned, he was carrying an old antique wooden box. Placing it on the table in front of us, he unlocked the lock and opened the box. There were lots of artifacts, old documents and old items in it. Rummaging through the artifacts, his movement stopped briefly before he pulled out one of them. Right on the middle of the first page, ‘Primordial werewolf’ was written boldly and messily with pale ink. That was an old piece of artifact. It was quite surprising that it was still in a good condition except for the writings which have gotten a bit paler but it was still readable.