Wolf Scar Novels & Stories

Oliver Half a bottle of wine and a couple burritos later, I was starting to see Tala peek out from behind Lya’s eyes. The difference in your own eyes versus your wolf’s is never that dramatic. Everything about your wolf reflects you - their coat color would be your natural hair color; the eyes stay the same except for a slight change in the shape of the pupil. As someone who had been raised in a werewolf community, spotting the presence of someone’s wolf had become second nature. For Lya, I’m sure she couldn’t see the difference.

Every eye turned back to her with a chilling mixture of shock and sublime terror. Killian turned to Grace, his brow furrowed in disbelief. "Mother, do you even hear what you’re saying? You’re talking about the White Wolf. That’s a myth—a ghost story told to pups. It has never existed outside of ancient folklore." "No, I saw it with my own eyes!" Grace insisted, her voice sharp and ominous. "It hasn't appeared in ages, and though no one living remains to tell its true tale, the legends are clear. The White Wolf is a feral, cursed entity. It brings nothing but ruin and calamity. I saw her tear Maya apart with my own eyes. Look at the body—ripped and mangled with such merciless precision that o

Damian's wolf was a massive, iron-gray beast with a thick, imposing build that could crush opponents with brute force. Rowan Seres Velden of the Stormrider Pack had a striking presence, with stormy blue eyes that seemed to constantly crackle with energy. His windswept blonde hair, slightly unkempt, gave him a wild appearance, while his calm demeanor contrasted the turbulent forces he commanded. The Stormrider Pack was known for their command over weather and storm elements, and Rowan's wolf, a silver-coated beast with glowing blue eyes, reflected the power of the skies-swift and unpredictable as lightning.

But all we could get is the metallic scent of blood wafting around the forest. A few minutes later, I heard a swoosh and saw something that dashed through the trees. “Did you see that?” Nathan mindlinked me and Raphal. “That was fast,” I responded over the mindlink while Raphal remained silent as we slowly form a circle. Finally, I caught a glimpse of the wolf and chased it. The wolf stopped when it sensed my presence and looked back at me. It had red eyes and fresh scars. I am certain that this is a feral wolf. I leaped towards it and bit his neck. Raphal and Nathan backed me up by biting his leg and tail. The feral wolf yelped and struggled for a bit until giving up and lie to death.

he winked. "Get out before you die. I won't ask again," Zylon said. Even in this situation, he maintained a calm demeanor. "No, we want to have those two. C'mon, share with us," another rogue said with a wink. What happened next was a blur of movement. Zylon transformed into a large, tall wolf with striking black and white fur. His hind legs, belly, tail, and part of his face were white. He lunged at the rogue who was speaking, lacerating his throat mid-shift. Swiftly, he moved on to the next rogue, taking him down as well. Zylon was agile, moving with cat-like stealth. The remaining rogues were taken aback by his sudden ferocity. The wolf took his position beside me again, scanning the rogu

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 only wolf that big was Hector's wolf, yet this wolf appeared from nowhere. Kayla's wolf was insanely strong but something about the other Wolf was suspicious. It could do more than be a wolf, it could fly above you, it could go invisible and attack from anywhere but her wolf was smart. She ended the fight in seconds, following the paw prints it made and waiting for the perfect moment to attack. When she found that moment, she pounced on the other wolf and bit its throat, clenching her sharp teeth so hard. She didn't leave the wolf until Hector started to howl and Nova appeared out of thin air.

Blood flew out like rain. Sienna gasped both in fear and shock. Vulcan spat his head with utter disdain. He let out a mighty long-drawn howl, throwing her into a wild tremor. She had heard about Vulcan's bloodlust. This wolf was notorious for killing its prey with no mercy. He was savage and crazy.

CAST - I raced through the dense forest. Shadows of trees streaked by, their skeletal branches clawing at the moonlit sky. The pack followed close, their pale white bodies glowing in the moonlight. Their eyes burned with a sickly green hue, eerily similar to Kat's human eyes. Her voice was louder than the cacophony of snapping twigs and guttural growls. She sat on the back of a massive white wolf, her hair whipping wildly as she screamed at me. “You kill them, or we will!”

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.