Wolf Reading Novels & Stories

Just like a male-wolf feels the pull to protect their mate, a she-wolfs instincts are to obey. ‘I agree that it’s strange that she’s resisting her wolf but like you said it’s not necessary unheard of. I just don’t know why this was her hill to die on. Her wolf might not even allow her to shift while giving her the silent treatment. I was only telling her the truth for Goddess’s sake!” Echo said, ‘That’s not what’s so weird about this situation. Did you notice her eyes when she was telling us off?’ I thought for a moment before telling him no mentally.

“The Arctic Wolf Pack was the largest in the world, but when other werewolves found out that they were special they began killing them trying to steal their powers." I gasped. Powers! What the hell was this vampire raving about? “Pi, don't scare the girl with your stupid urban legends,” Nicky warned. “No. I'm not scared, just curious.” I told them. “Tell me what you know about the Arctic Wolf Pack.” “Well, I know around 21 years ago they were all killed by a werewolf known only as Razor Tail. It's believed that this wolf worships Hades, the god of the underworld, instead of the moon goddess, Selene.”

*River* The thrum of energy courses through me as I lead the pack through the forest, our paws pounding against the earth in a synchronized rhythm. The scent of pine and damp earth fills my lungs, blending with the adrenaline that surges through my veins. Each leap and bound sends a thrill through my wolf, a heady mix of urgency and determination. I can feel the bond with my pack tightening, a shared purpose binding us as we race toward the Lycan castle.

As Jenna and Logan celebrated their victory, they suddenly heard a loud roar coming from the forest. They looked up and saw a huge, black wolf standing at the edge of the clearing. The wolf's eyes glowed yellow, and it snarled at Jenna and Logan. Jenna felt her heart skip a beat. She knew that this was no ordinary wolf—it was an Alpha werewolf, and it was here for revenge.

The air is thick with primal energy as they prepare to embark on a night of hunting. Blaze, Dexter, Alexa, and the rest of the pack stand together, their eyes reflecting the moon's luminous radiance. They shift into their sleek and powerful wolf forms, their coats adorned with various shades of silver, gray, and black. Each wolf exudes a sense of grace and strength, their muscles coiled like springs, ready to unleash their full potential.

If I had a wolf, I would be following in a long family tradition. It was unheard of for a she-wolf to leave the pack. They always had mates, typically fated but if not, usually males would begin offering to take her as a chosen mate within a few months. If after two Mates Dinners, a she-wolf didn't find her mate, she could technically opt to go to college, as long as she returned for every Mates Dinner. But I didn't know of a single she-wolf that actually had. I had looked to see in the pack office last year, I looked at stats for pack members with college degrees. Our pack values education and many members go to college, but it's mostly males.

With their men's hiding in the White Wolf lair, the access of information was very easy. "One White Wolf's soldiers group consisted of five members. 3 boys, 1 girls and 1 gay." Jason caught Alexander attention as he raised his head and looked at him. His eyes were sparkling with amusement at what he heard. This news was very rare to be heard of among the White Wolf's Clan.

A white wolf stood before me. In my twenty-four years, I had never seen a white wolf before. They were so rare and they were known to be a symbol of purity. It was hard to stop Mirk from moving towards the female wolf. He had been searching for hours, tracking the scent that drove us crazy. Since I woke up, I hadn't been okay. My senses were stronger than usual. I didn't know what was happening. I thought this was because of the full moon, but I was wrong.

In the blown window, a brown she-wolf crouched half inside, breath hot and rotten, eyes intelligent and hateful. “Out of my house!” Jake bellowed. The wolf weighed him, then lifted a muscled forearm as he fired. Rounds sparked off hide and bone. Zak and Tara piled in. “Smart bitch,” Jake snapped, still working the trigger. “She’s not going down!” Zak barked, stitching a burst. “Body!” Jake yelled. They dragged fire off the skull. The she-wolf shrieked, rocked, then vaulted backward into the yard and vanished into the dark.

There was a tale passed through generations, reaching the 21st Century, about a group of werewolves’ special mutation that brings out dormant abilities from a family’s genetic line. They were said to be marked and blessed by the moon goddess for they were the first of her followers. They were given the title of Legacy Wolves, keeping up their tradition and passing on their special traits through their children.