Wolf Reading A Book Novels & Stories

TRINITY The books Alpha Nader had given me were thicker than I expected, their cracked spines and yellowed pages holding the weight of centuries-old knowledge. Sitting cross-legged on my bed, I carefully turned the pages of the first book, The Myths of the Lunar Wolves, my fingers brushing over the faded ink. The white wolf. Its image was sketched across one of the pages—a regal creature with fur like snow and eyes that burned like molten amber. The description beneath it told of its rarity, its power, and its connection to the moon goddess herself.

It spotted a large black mark, as if something so strong had hit that side of the wall. Maybe that was the impact of the attack. But what exactly was it? Beside the same mark was a drawer, I opened it and it was a book full of drawings. From what I knew, she said wasn't schooled like most of us were , so how exactly could she read and write and draw? The book had disturbing images of wolves ,way bigger than normal ,their color, rare and emanating a certain aura of energy. I decided to keep it. I need answers , and I will surely get it.

As I took small bites of my meal, my mind wandered back to the book's descriptions. When breakfast was finally over, I excused myself politely and headed back to the garden. I retrieved the book from its hiding place and found a secluded spot where I could read in peace. The more I read, the more I realized how much had been lost to history. The white wolves were not the monsters they had been made out to be. They were beings of incredible power and kindness, who had only sought to live in harmony with others.

I couldn’t blame those whose feelings for me were complicated, but I could certainly avoid them. I was holed up in the library enjoying a cup of dandelion tea. In my research I had come across accounts of waking dormant wolves, but most of them sounded more like exorcising the devil out of someone than helping them bring back their power. A shadow loomed over my book as someone came up behind my chair. “A little light reading?” I tilted my head directly up to look into his face. “Just some research,” I said. I closed the book and placed it on the table. The cover was illustrated with a group of people in a circle surrounding a wolf floating in the air. The full moon was slightly embossed wit

Nani said. That particular evening, Emily waited with bated breath, as she always did. The wolf, her constant companion, appeared as expected. Emily knew she had to be bold and do what she had been pondering for days now. She made up her mind to venture out and meet the wolf, even though she was aware of the grave risks involved. Stupid, right? Nevertheless, she had grown accustomed to the wolf's company, which lulled her to sleep. While engrossed in her book, Emily stumbled upon some intriguing facts about wolves - they possessed the ability to see from great distances. Given that this was no ordinary wolf, but one that seemed to understand her, she was convinced it could also read.

It only took me a few minutes to reach the spot, so I sat down, waiting on her to arrive. While sitting, I thought about everything that we had just finished discussing. I knew that healers weren’t the only type of special wolf, but telekinesis and mind reading, just blows my mind. There were so many of us hidden among regular wolves, I wondered if there are wolves here that have just been too afraid to come forward. Hopefully Alpha Stephen’s daughter will allow us to come take a look at that book. A slight blow of the wind brought the intoxicating smell of strawberries and vanilla floating around me. I inhaled, enjoying every bit of air I could take in. I felt her arms wrap around my neck f

I scowl at it. If Ragnar thinks I'm going to play his game, then he's grossly mistaken. I make way for the bathroom, but my hand brushes over the shelf, knocking a book down. I'm about to pick it up and toss it back in the shelf when I stop, looking at the open page. An image of a hooded man, dressed in a black coat, swinging a scythe in one hand stares back at me. "The tale of the three wolf packs..." I whisper, reading the caption underneath.

It will be better for the both of us. The problem remains the same as ever. My guards. There’s no escaping them, unless I try to jump out of my bedroom window, and it’s a long a drop. The fall could kill me even now that my wolf awakened and can heal my human body. At long last we reach the library. The place is vast, rows upon rows of books as far as the eye can see, and nearly devoid of life. Here and there is a young wolf sitting at a desk with a book open in front of them, some of them even making notes on pads of paper. “Do you have a school here?”

Just then Nicole decided that she was going to gather her own group of werewolves just like the packs that were talked about in the historical books she read, according to the stories she read only a strong werewolf could actually pull the stunt of gathering a pack of wolves of which they were the alpha. Nicole was not one to get discouraged by that, because for her she imagined that the greatest kind of strength anyone needed was the knowledge about something.

- I said this sentence to myself, and even though I didn't believe it, it made some sense. I fell asleep, agitated and confused, I couldn't get the quiet I needed. The wind and rain outside didn't help me, and the feeling of being watched overcame me and didn't leave me alone. I stood up and grabbed a book, the footsteps on my porch made my heart pound in my neck. I looked back and there he was, looking at me with his bright eyes and wet hair. The look that could finish me off in two seconds and his fists clenched.