Wolf Song Movie Novels & Stories

“I’m ready, shoot.” I take a deep breath and get started. “OK so you know how I had to go out in the field today and ended up tagging the rogue?” She nodded. “Well it was right next to the pack and there was a wolf there who was watching the whole thing unfold apparently. I didn’t see him until after it was all done and over with, and by then he had shifted back into a human since he was only wearing basketball shorts.” “Only wearing shorts? And the verdict?”

Wolves that did not carry the scent of Silver Moon. My mother wasn’t anywhere in sight. There was just these wolves and I knew one of them was a woman. Had they purposely lured me out? There was no time to think as I got into action. I gripped the dagger tighter as the first wolf lunged at me. I ducked, narrowly avoiding being ripped apart by his claws. Stepping aside, I avoided his second attack. Then I slashed down with my dagger, slicing through the wolf’s side. I aimed at his torso next but this time, he knocked me off my feet with a growl.

Frozen in place, she watched as only half of the men on their side shifted and were terribly outnumbered, but they dove forward, nonetheless. Wilson's face appeared in front of her, shielding the view of the fight and he ushered her towards the cars, ready to escape. Her head turned back anyway, seeing a darker wolf jumping into the brawl and she assumed it must be Gil–the realization giving her a flicker of fear. He jumped over another wolf in an arial attack, slashing down at the enemy's face and preventing him from biting.

I might’ve felt bad for the guy if he wasn’t a raging, misogynistic prick. The wolf’s eyes left Duncan for a fraction of a second, flicking over to my face. I held back a gasp, another glimmer of recognition hitting me square in the chest. No, this couldn’t be that wolf. It had been years since I’d last seen it. It was impossible. Faster than Duncan could scream, the wolf lunged. Its teeth sank into his shoulder, slicing through muscle and bone. He dragged Duncan out kicking and screaming, into the night where his cries continued without faltering.

It was their first official clash with the half-bloods. Their eyes, sharpened by wolf senses, caught every detail the dim light of the moon provided. They could hear the flutter of wind and each rustle of underbrush. They listened to the way the paws of the half-bloods connected to the ground and the vibrations it made. They were getting closer, bringing with them the feeling of danger. The wolves' heightened instincts were screaming as their furs stood on end. They steadied their breathing as the adrenaline flowed freely within their bodies.

He finally spoke,his voice filled with indifference. His uncaring attitude shattered something in me. A surge of emotion swam through me, betrayal,heartbreak,rage. I heard several gasps as a sudden light erupted within me,surging through my veins like wildfire.. My body trembled as the sudden change took over me,every muscle twisting and reshaping as power and pain collided. I gasped,my scream shifting into a low growl. When the light faded,I stood there on four legs,although I was smaller than most wolves,my red fur shimmered with an ethereal glow,and my eyes burned with defiance. The crowd stared,And for the first time,I felt whole.

his beast told him. "Spiritual land?" Christian asked, and looked around him. "Am I dead?" he asked his wolf. "If you don't leave here soon, you will be," his wolf said. Hearing what his wolf said frightened Christian. If he died, he would never see his mate, the only person who mattered to him. "How can I be free from this place?" he asked his beast, his voice grave. His large black beast turned his head left and paused, staring into the fog. Curious about what he was looking at, Christian turned to see several male wolves of many colors and sizes emerging from the fog.

The beta's daughter, Nia, has become a dear friend, and at 19, still looking for her mate. On your eighteenth birthday, you are given the connection to your wolven spirit. My parents say it's like finding the other half of you, that you didn't know was missing. The moon goddess bestows upon you power of the night, allowing you to shift into your wolf, communicate with the clan, and find your mate. Finding your mate isn't easy. It's not always in your clan, and if they're younger than you, you have to wait to find them. As wolves, we live longer than your average human, and by like 6 times. My father has been the leader of this clan for 244 years, and he doesn't look a year over 35. He didn't

The wolf jumped again towards the Cursed until they were slammed into a tree. Hugo's breath jolted out, his gaze turned angry. Aryadi grunted in front of his enemy's face while sticking his claws into the man's chest. Hugo shouted out once. His body trembled for a moment before yawning and quickly turning into a wolf in red fur. Aryadi the black wolf gave a startled voice. Hugo took advantage of that split second by throwing the wolf Aryadi's body. Aryadi was thrown several fathoms while Hugo stood tall in his form as a wolf proudly.

Is this what death will feel like, she thought as her muscles and tendons cracked and stretched to their limits by the animals violently pulling her fragile human body in two directions? Then from out of the dark leapt a massive silver coloured wolf through the air, and for a microsecond, the scent of fresh rain lessens the intense rotten stank from the filthy Rogues. Behind it was another large black wolf. Their lush, silky fur showed these wolves were not Rogues but pack wolves. Nueva knew she had seen this silver-coloured animal before, and a calm came over her despite being tossed around like a ragdoll in death's jaws.