Wolf Story Novels & Stories

I had hope that it wouldn't just happen now. But like every other year, at this point I would wish that my name wasn't my name. I would wish that I wasn't Allison Bush, the last air of the Bush who actually is the only one that turns into a full wolf on a full moon. I was trying to run from that and some other things.. But then again, you can't run away from yourself!!

As he saw me, he growled and whined madly, exposing his wolfy sharp teeth and attempting to attack me with his weakly strength. Poor wolf boy, he has no idea that his useless effort would be no help for him. I went nearer to him as I was taking pleasure from his pain. “What……… What are you going to do with her? What do you want from her? Why are you doing this all?” he continuously threw the arrow of questions as he spoke struggling. Stupid boy, he was way too innocent, he didn’t even have the knowledge why Vampires would hurt any werewolves. We have been enemies for centuries and he was doing the foolish interrogation to me.

It really angers him anytime he stares at her and remembers that he hadnt touched her. It even made him angry the more whenever his thoughts goes to that annoying male friend of hers.He was damn sure that guy must have had Nina on his bed a thousand times! "No.I'm saying my wolf did." he replied to her after minutes "That is just the bond between your wolf and mine.There is no bond between us and there will never be." Nina gritted her teeth.She couldn't believe what has just happened.She just married the one who killed her parents and almost wiped out her race!

Without hesitation, the wolf darted back into the depths of the forest, a spectral figure blending seamlessly with the moonlit foliage. Drew, compelled by an inexplicable force, pursued the enigmatic white wolf. The forest, alive with whispers of ancient tales, seemed to guide him through the labyrinth of shadows and moonbeams. The chase became a dance between the human and the untamed, a journey that blurred the lines of reality and the mystical.

I was all the way on the opposite side of the library around two corners and I never made a move. “Whoa,” I whispered to myself. Once I gathered myself I looked at the book my nose was pointing to and sat Indian style on the floor and studied the cover. “Odins’s Special Warriors” The story read about wolves that Odin commissioned to go into battle and these wolves were so powerful that when they sustained injuries in battle, they were unaffected. Their strength, speed and agility were unmatched as these wolves were seemingly invincible. The last line caught her attention, ‘These wolves have the power to control all others with their aura, no matter the species. Female Ulfheonars are a rarity

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

"Hello there, beautiful wolf. We mean you no harm. We're just passing through this forest on a journey. What brings you here?" The wolf tilted its head, seemingly understanding Hera's words. It let out a low growl, which Hera interpreted as a friendly greeting. Davien cautiously approached, his eyes filled with intrigue. "We've heard tales of the wisdom of the forest creatures. Is there anything you can share with us?" The wolf's eyes seemed to sparkle as it began to speak. "Greetings, travelers. I am known as Luna, the guardian of this enchanted forest. I have witnessed the ebb and flow of time and have learned many secrets. What knowledge do you seek?"

The uncertainty gnawed at me. I flipped through the pages, absorbing every detail. The text described the white wolves' abilities in vivid detail: their capacity to heal wounds with a touch, to manipulate the elements, and to draw strength from the earth itself. These abilities were a direct gift from the moon goddess, who had created the white wolves to maintain balance and harmony in the world. The other wolves, lacking these divine gifts, grew resentful and ultimately conspired to wipe out the white wolves to eliminate the perceived threat to their own power.

I knew that the wolf was calling to me, inviting me to join it on a journey through the forest. With a sense of excitement and curiosity, I followed the howl, weaving my way through the trees and underbrush. The wolf's presence grew stronger, and soon, I found myself face to face with a majestic white wolf with huge wings. Its eyes were the same icy blue as mine, and there was a profound sense of recognition between us. We communicated not through words, but through a deep understanding that transcended language. The white wolf turned and began to lead me deeper into the forest, and I followed willingly. It was as if we were bound by destiny, embarking on a journey that would reveal the true