Wolf Song Novels & Stories

Saliva dripped from his snarling jaws as he crouched, preparing to attack. The two wolves collided with a thunderous crash, their snarls and growls echoing through the bakery. Claws raked fur and flesh, teeth snapped with lethal intent. Ryker’s agility countered Bruce’s brute strength as they moved in a flurry of strikes and evasions. Despite the chaos, Ryker’s every move was calculated, his wolf form exhibiting both power and precision.

She didn’t want to bother you. “I think pretty good? I had a dream that the white wolf came and lay with me. Other than that, no dreams.” “I don’t think that was a dream, Danni…” Luka’s Voice Trailed off. “What?” I asked him. Why wouldn’t that be a dream? It had to be. It made no sense. How could I talk to a wolf? Then it hit me. I saw and spoke to the black wolf that showed up in my dream that one time. “Wait…” I began to put together a puzzle I had no idea was apart in my life. “The white wolf is real…? Like the black wolf is?” I said it as if it were a question. Luka didn’t answer me as I worked through this. “They can both speak to us?” I mused out. Then I remembered what the black wolf

I will miss her, that is certain. I pull the long haul into the front gate. A wolf is waiting for me. He walks up to Anna's side door and growls at her. She cringes, but I know she is not afraid of him. Anna could kill him with one blast from her tiny gun packed with a particular weed that kills wolves instantly. "Draco, follow the path to the back. The men are waiting for you with the packages," the wolf says. He reaches in and touches Anna. "She is mine," I hiss at him.

Rhett thought as Hendrix locked eyes with the death wolf. Blood ran down the death wolf’s back, a small puddle forming where he stood. If you watched close enough you could see the twitches of pain the wolf was trying to hide. Hendrix dropped the meaty flesh that dangled from his mouth and geared up to attack him again. The death wolf snarled showing his bright white teeth, the growl that he projected vibrated the ground. The noise didn't even phase hendrix. It seems to excite him more. He wanted to rip him apart piece by piece.

his eyes were red. It was as if Ragnar had seen everything and noticed them for the first time. He opened his mouth and let out long lonely cries of rage and hatred, then fired. Ragnar reacted immediately and plunged his spear into the powerful beast's chest. Blood flowed from where the hair was breaking. The wolf fell and the handle broke. Ragnar wanted the point to remain on the wound. Without waiting for the double to recover, he took his advantage and leapt forward. The giant wolves howled and ran towards him. Ragnar jumped to the side, avoiding the deadly fangs and grabbing the raging beast's neck. There was no doubt that a single bite would break the neck or produce bleeding tissue. R

Another roar rumbled the Earth but this time it was not what sucked the life out of me. The men in front of my eyes had turned into monsters. Unnatural and terrifying big wolves. Not wolves... these wolves stood up like humans. "Oh, my Lord! Make it a delusion." I mumbled as my wits left me. The monster-cum-Jordan eyes fell on me when I tried to make an attempt at life. He snatched me up by the waist in his claws. "God, let it be a dream! Please!" I took a breath in to shout my heart out as my last ditch effort before death when another scream breached the cruel forest.

The laughter grows louder, filling every corner of the room. “Bet she never found out,” Lucas says, strumming a few playful chords on his guitar. “She knew,” Caleb replies, his grin widening. “But she liked Parker too much to care.” The stories blend into laughter, and the laughter into singing. The younger wolves gather in the middle of the room, forming a circle. Someone starts a howl, low and mournful, and the rest join in, their voices rising in unison. It’s haunting and beautiful, a tribute that sends shivers down my spine.

He paused, his eyes scanning my face for any sign of understanding. “I couldn't help but laugh, I guess either I'm hearing things or I'm not the only crazy one in the room.” Zayn stepped closer, his movements deliberate and careful, as if I might bolt at any moment. “You’re a wolf,” he said, his voice steady. “You always have been. You just didn’t know it yet.” I burst out in laughter once again, sharp and bitter, verging on hysteria. “You’re insane. This is insane.”

Wolf Connor was also one of the toughest sons-of-bitches that Ice had ever known – what the man lacked in formal education, he more than made up for in street smarts, and Ice had come to respect the brain under that mop of permanently-tousled dark hair. Wolf’s wolf-gray eyes bore into Ice now, seeing below the surface, looking all the way into Ice’s soul, and as always, Ice knew that the other man was seeing far more than he was letting on. Wolf’s instincts were definitely primal, and he was rarely wrong when it came to making calls based on human behavior…. and despite knowing all of that, Ice still didn’t trust or support Wolf’s decision to gallivant off to Utah all alone.