Wolf Story Novels & Stories

She frowned and frowned again, but I burst out laughing. - It's funny to you, isn't it? - the girl hissed. - You are cutely offended! - admitted to her. Remnants of food flew at me. Laughing, he jumped to his feet and ran to the side. The wolf bared his teeth, trying to free himself, and this time I heeded the request. He took off his clothes, allowing the beast to come to the fore. Yaroslava froze in place with her hand raised, watching my turn with all her eyes, as if she was seeing him in action for the first time. He shook his wolfish head and looked straight into his girl’s eyes. She stood and breathed deeply. The weapon of revenge in the form of crushed vegetables had long since fallen

Caroline, a she-wolf who has been considered a monster since she was a child, can she break the tragedy spell and find her MATE?

“ Now I know this may come as shocking to you all but that is the reality we live in right now. Kieran is officially going to be a father and I do not need to reiterate how deadly male wolves are when it comes to protecting their own Pups.” “They could go to any extent to make sure that what is theirs stay protected. Also, we seem to have had a bigger issue on our hands as we speak; Lucifer, the name of Willow ’s pup has become another problem to our hands right now. Without further or due, I need George here to explain better” the wizard stated and looked at George urging him to go on.

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 fur that adorned my wolf's form was not just any color—it was a pure, pristine white. Whispers rippled through the pack, carried on the wind like a sacred secret revealed. The legend of the white wolf echoed in their murmurs, a tale passed down through generations. It was said that a white wolf possessed a unique power, a healing ability that transcended the bounds of ordinary werewolves. They were believed to be chosen, destined to bring solace and aid to those in need.

“ what will I get in return “ he asked as he got up “nothing can you for once just be a good father and help the son you made miserable for the last 18 years “ I yelled at him like I wanted to do for so many years .” He looked at me difited “ fine , but im not completely sure about the story but if its I remember it was about a wolf blessed by the moon goddess to go into this death like sleep and the wolf goes there willingly and it will be like heaven but if they fight it and refuse to do there duet the heaven will be like hell and the dream will turn in to a nightmare ..” he stopped and looked me in the eyes. “ why the sudden interest in that old story what is it to you?” he asked “ doesn’

She stepped aside and let me in. We sat down on the couch, and she looked at me in silence waiting for me to start. "I'm going to tell you the way my father told me." "Okay that's vague..." she scrunched her face up in confusion. "Just listen, long ago before the white man conquered this land there was a tribe that found a babe in the woods one winter night. The babe was not scared or out of place. No, it was nestled in the center of a wolf pack. An expectant mother from the village heard a coo in the night and went searching for the source. When she laid eyes on the wolves she felt no fear, for they protected the babe and kept it warm from the winter. The wolves knew this human pup could no

“My love, I can't afford to let that wolf kill the whole flock. We won’t survive the winter without them.” Tears streamed down her face as she watched him walk toward the door. He slipped out of the house and headed toward the pens. At first, he didn’t see anything but then out of the darkness a big black wolf with glowing red eyes appeared. He raised the musket, but the wolf was too fast and was on him in an instant. They heard the struggle with the screams of their father.

Felix asked, looking into the eyes of the old woman, trying to see if he was lying. " As you know, the White Wolves were the first of the werewolf generation. They were blessed by the Moon Goddess with immense power as well as wisdom. They lived peacefully with little conflict, but that all changed with the power struggle. With White Wolves being on top of the supernatural food chain, every other supernatural creature wanted a taste of that power. The first is Drakoen, the mage of darkness. He was just a mere mage who wanted to be something. The only way to do it was through marrying the White Wolf, Princess Alvira. She was a bright and kind young woman who just wished for eternal peace," sh

I cringed, not wanting to have the answer confirmed. “Someone broadcast that a white wolf was coming to Quantico.” “They were here to kill me?” “Kidnap. The white wolf brings power and success to a pack.” “Oh my God. They are so stupid.” “Esmerelda.” Now, Ghost’s voice was as grave as my father’s. “The lore of the white wolf is significant. Last night proved you are in great danger. Your father is furious that a battle has occurred so quickly. It shook him, and he couldn’t protect you.”