Wolf Stories Novels & Stories

Then came the rustling of leaves, the unmistakable sound of footsteps—many of them. “Rogues,” I whispered, my heart racing again, but this time not as fast as the usual times. Kael’s eyes darkened, his grip tightening on the hilt of his dagger. “No. This is something worse and tougher.” The first figure emerged from the trees—a massive wolf, its eyes glowing a sickly green. Its fur was matted with blood, its teeth bared in a snarl. It wasn’t alone. Dozens of them followed at his back, each more firece looking than the last.

The Wolves reside in a dense, ancient forest that lies on the outskirts of Greiner, far from the prying eyes of the Fairies. Here, they have lived in seclusion for the past years. They had numerous tents filled with male werewolves as the fairies were able to get rid of all female wolves and they can't mate with a fairy because the power of the fairy can't allow a wolf grow. And all fairies had power. However they've been surving hiding from the fairies in the woods but they refused to grow weak. Their Alpha, Conri was ruthless and dauntless, but he cared alot for his pack. He was just a little child when the fairies took his mother away and has strived to keep the pack together.

But on the east side of the kingdom was the Varangian Kingdom. With those werewolves we are in another story. If the reddish wolves love peace , those werewolves are the opposite, and that is not because they want to be in a constant fight, but because their kingdom has a God Almighty aura and dreams to extend his territory and be the only king in the world.

It changed something about how she understood what Vorik was. Not someone who enjoyed cruelty. Someone who did not find cruelty morally meaningful when it served the objective. That was not better. It was, in some ways, more frightening. The rescued wolves told their stories over the following two days—not all at once, not to her specifically, but in the way that people told stories when they needed to be told: in pieces, to different people, at the moments when the piece was ready to come out. She heard several of the pieces.

I don’t know whether the male I have come to know is in there. All I know are the stories I have been told of Wolves. Stories of monsters who hunt and kill without reason or mercy. They destroy villages, and feast on flesh. There are even ghost towns in the Northlands, discovered by our armies, filled with nothing but bones. The wolf standing before me is capable of all of those things, I’m sure. The murals on the walls of the Palace show the Wolves as scrawny, and ghoul like—with dull fur, and frothing mouths, and unintelligent feral black eyes.

Wolf discloses. My eyes turn wide with each passing moment. “ I knew that witches were real and Oracles and Elves because I have seen them. And now there are vampires as well. Are you kidding me?! ” I hiss at him, my heart pounding in my chest. Wolf nods grimly with a small awkward smile stretching across his lips. I hit my forehead with the palm of my right hand. “ According to my mother’s stories…Vampires…Eeeee…Drink human blood and even store it for….Eeee…future use. ” I grimace.

Birdy nodded in agreement, "It is time for the ghost stories to begin and be spread. Stories of a pack of wolves that live nowhere but everywhere, who rescue the weak, broken, and unchampioned, taking those they rescue away with them and disappearing with no clues to who they are or where they came from." ​Three gods and one vampire nodded in agreement. "Let the fun begin. Go lay the groundwork to make the stories true when our wolves awake," Hyperion ordered. ​Cronos snickered, "This is going to be so much fun. I am glad Gaia is letting me loose to help lend credence to the stories." ​"What good are the stories without those needed to make them come true?" Bob wondered out loud.

"Are the stories true?" Alric and Anya exchanged meaningful looks, the kind of silent communication that spoke to decades of partnership. "More true than we initially believed possible," Alric said carefully. "Finn, what do you know about Golden Wolves?" "Legends mostly," I admitted. "Wolves with golden fur who supposedly appear once every few centuries, destined to bridge different communities. Most modern wolves consider them mythical." "They're not mythical," Anya said quietly. "And you're about to meet one."

another guard contributed to the conversation. “I wasn't expecting this but the damage has been done and somehow, he deserves this,” I told myself but I am not sure if I actually meant what I said. “I heard the king wants to make the prince get everything ready within two months and he is going to the white Wolf Pack in six days.” I heard them say and that was the last straw of anger I felt for Vladimir. The white wolf is a legendary wolf pack that is known for harbouring all kinds of supernatural beings. If Vladimir goes there to confront them, I doubt he will survive it.

Then I turned to Miranda, changing the conversation ‘Miranda, there is something Athan told me while we were on the balcony. He spoke about a kidnapping ring known as the black hood which likes to take purebloods. Do you know anything about them? ‘That’s scary. People do this.’ Jissa retorted. ‘It is. Really. I feel so scared for our kind. When have we become so debased to fight and kill one of our kind? My elder used to tell me stories about our debacles with the vampires and sometimes witches. I have never heard about in-fighting amongst werewolves. It is sad.’