Wolf Stories Novels & Stories

Junior asked me curiously. I gazed at him knowing if I should tell the truth I would be in danger. He and everyone would think I'm a witch and I would be burned alive. Bazaar believes werewolves were caused by witches somehow awakening a very dark vicious animal spirit to take over man's soul that's why a werewolf is able to shift within a human form. He believes that the evil spirits had managed to create more creatures like him in populating the world just like us humans and other animals. "You should be happy I fought hard to escape because I could have died!" I shouted at him hiding the truth that it was the blood-eye wolf who had saved me.

The music played with deep bass and Fenna started talking in a deep voice, “Once werewolves lived in packs of thousands. They were superior beings loved by all. But with great beauty comes jealousy. The human race got jealous of the werewolf’s majestic appearance and the unity that lived among them. A war broke out and our numbers rapidly decreased. The moon goddess was determined to not let her creation go extinct, so she made a werewolf greater than the gods themselves. A werewolf mighty and pure of heart. Her revenge rained down on earth in the form of a massive red wolf with eyes like a raging fire. Agnitus was born. Agnitus saved the werewolves, burning anything or anyone who dared to s

Mary knew as she got closer to that damn state her wolf would become even more restless, it was home and her old family pack would be close. Bill had offered to come along but Mary knew this was dangerous even more so now that Tiffany had let her wolf free. Artemis had not fully made her way out when Mary had paid a witch to bind her daughter’s wolf and keep her hidden, hidden even from the child that shared the body and mind with. And the people that had killed her pack would know she was there as well and would be looking for her.

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.

Her body is more lean and thin, but I wouldn’t underestimate her. Not only was the dinner situation unexpected, but my wolf paced restlessly in my mind. Alora, my beautiful reddish-brown furred wolf, mumbled under her breath constantly. She mentioned mates but then acted confused and said they weren’t mates. I definitely felt a pull to both of the strangers, but it was weak. I agree with Alora’s confusion. The guy was a vampire and the woman smelled like a human yet not, code for witch in my senses. There is no way I could been mated to either one of them, never mind both!

“The three black werewolves, it was a message.” Aria frowned, not understanding. “The time of the terrorists. The three black werewolves. The king and his two eldest sons. One of them is a prisoner now.” The Terrorizers. The ones her father wanted to stop. They were three black werewolfs, always three with one flying at the front and one on each behind him. They were known to cause terror and therefore got the name. Alone, they took many lives and burned villages down to the ground.

Cyrus continued, unaware that the princess had ever zoned out, " I always thought they were a myth, and if I didn't chance upon some who survived an encounter with one, I'd have carried on through life never being any the wiser." "I'm sorry, what was that?" Alina asked as her heart stuttered and began beating harder, hope springing to life again. Cyrus looked at her quizzically from across the table, "I was sayin', I met these two wolves in a human town, just shy of your daddy's home, who told me to be careful of the caves around those parts. Their Alpha took on an Olitiau that wiped out their pack and an entire Vampire clutch, killing it but sustaining grievous wounds in the process. He's h

A rather devilish and bloody one at that! With that, he shifted into his snow-white wolf, earning several gasps of amazement. Well, it wasn’t that often you saw white wolves this far south. Contrary to their animal counterpart, Arctic werewolves were enormous, their most modest rank the size of an ordinary alpha. So it was no wonder that so many lore and legends revolved around them… With one last glance at me, Victor let out a howl, signaling to his warriors that he was joining them, and then jumped into the fray of war.

Torin, a once-troubled wolf, has become a symbol of redemption, reminding others that no matter how dark their past, change and healing were always possible. Word of Torin's story spreads like wildfire, reaching the ears of creatures far and wide. Vampires, witches, and even faeries seek his advice on redemption and forgiveness, drawn to the compassion and wisdom that emanates from him. Torin never turns anyone away; he welcomes them with open arms and shares his own journey, offering guidance and support to those who seek it. The Night Howlers Pack continued to thrive under Torin's leadership. They became a beacon of unity within the supernatural community, speaking up for peace and underst

The ladies left and the tent was pulled down by the knights. “What exactly is it?” Lakon asked. “Grishnack,” Hrodgar replied. Kenward gave a low whistle. “What’s the best way to fight one of these wolves?” Kenward asked. “You don’t. You run,” Hrodgar replied. “From a dog?” “We have them back in Ulfwyn,” Hrodgar growled. “Every so often one of them comes out of their imposed hibernation and comes down to the villages. The only way to stop one is to kill one.”