Wolf Reading A Book Novels & Stories

Lana's gasp of terror could be heard as she looked out the window, Maddie's cries still audible over the sound of my snarling and the rogues' growling as they closed in. "Maddie go in your bedroom, sweetheart," Lana called softy, and the shake in her voice gave me all the motivation I needed to lunge forward, taking down the biggest wolf with me. The wolves around us howled and yipped in excitement as our teeth and claws collided. They weren't prepared for the kind of fight I was willing to give to protect my family. I latched my teeth down, getting a hold of his throat as he kicked and bucked to get me to release my jaw.

— Tolerable. - Not cold? - asked the "snowy", skeptically looking at me from head to toe. Well, yes, I jumped out again in one shirt. I could only smile, because it was impossible to think of a more stupid question. “Have you forgotten that I am a fiery wolf?” I smiled as I tossed out my cigarette butt. “Fiery wolves are not afraid of any frost,” oh yes, he knew, and judging by his face, this was exactly the reaction he expected from me. Stretching, I leaned back against the lantern, feeling some wrong lightness from the conversation.

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

I screamed, but before I could finish, I was a full wolf, and my scream turned to a howl. <><><><><><><><> MILDRED I hugged myself and looked up at the sky. I heard an animal howling. I read that wolves were always howling during full moons. It bothered me a little that I could hear a wolf howling this close in this town. Gregor took me to an elite party in the evening. I could go because it was a costume party. I did not want anyone who knew my father to find me at the party.

“Thank you, sir. I’m Amerie. Your shop is lovely. Do you have any books or old maps of the surrounding area? I’d love to learn more about my new home.” “Ah, of course. Down the third aisle toward the end you’ll find one book by Caneen alongside some old maps.” He pointed at the aisle. Amerie thanked him and went to the book and maps. She took a bite of the chocolate pastry as she glanced at the shelves. As she walked down the aisle, she noticed small wolves carved into the columns of the bookshelves. The book Tom had mentioned seemed old yet not very worn. The front cover was black with a golden paw print, and the author’s name was in green at the top. The spine of the book read “The Town of

I place the crackers on the table just inside the door as I make my way over to the desk. A large book is open on top of the papers. I turn the book around so I can see what is written on the pages. At the top of the page there is a picture of a large Silver Wolf. Tracing my fingers delicately over the image of the wolf, my heart begins to race. River pushes forward to look at the pages with me. The words on the page are handwritten and some of the writing is beginning to fade.

Werewolves are turning blue and some are even decapitated when in their wolf form. “Wait… I think I’ve read something like this before. I remember back at the library, while I was researching about myself. It was the same thing.” I remember reading about this in that old book at the library. I can’t be mistaken. It’s the exact same thing. I leaned back in my chair and whispered to myself, "This is exactly what the book said."

3, 2, 1… HAPPY NEW YEAR! The cheers were deafening as everybody in that party began to dance the night away as they welcomed the start of a more hopeful and prosperous year for their pack. And we wish the same for you all! * * * Dear reader, if you want to know more about V and Siel’s story, feel free to search for “Her Christmas Wolf” by Myrrh D. Keizer. May we at Silvercrest see you again this coming Valentine’s Day for the Gamma and his mate’s love story.

A long pause hung between us like a held breath. Then James leaned in slightly, voice barely above a whisper. "I need you to tell me, Lex. I need you to say it. I know. But I need to hear it from you." I stared at him for a long moment. My heart pounded. My fingers curled under the table. Then, slowly, I exhaled. "I'm a hunter," I said. "I kill werewolves. And yes... they're real. They always have been." James leaned back, his breath leaving him like someone had punched it out of his chest.

An older wolf carrying a stack of books blinked at her. She blinked back. The wolf blinked again. Then his eyes widened. “The human.” Before Nova could respond, the books immediately hit the floor. “Oh no.” “What?” “The Alpha.” “What about him?” The older wolf looked genuinely alarmed. “Does he know you’re wandering around?” Nova folded her arms. “I am an adult.” The wolf looked unconvinced. Then he hurried away carrying his books. Actually hurried. Like he wanted to be somewhere else before Kael found out. Nova narrowed her eyes.