Wolf Story Novels & Stories

Each wolf, with its sleek In the heart of the sanctuary, where the winds whispered secrets and the trees whispered tales, a formidable force emerged. Led by none other than the legendary alpha wolf, Arvandus, the wolf military stood tall and proud, their presence an indomitable shield against any threat that dared to encroach upon their sacred land. Arvandus, with his piercing amber eyes that held the wisdom of countless moons, commanded his loyal pack with an unwavering authority.

As punishment, the enraged Zeus turned Lycaon and his sons into wolves. Werewolves also emerged in early Nordic folklore. The Saga of the Volsungs tells the story of a father and son who discovered wolf pelts that had the power to turn people into wolves for ten days. The father-son duo donned the pelts, transformed into wolves and went on a killing rampage in the forest. Their rampage ended when the father attacked his son, causing a lethal wound. The son only survived because a kind raven gave the father a leaf with healing powers." I closed the book as I found myself back to the room having this confused expression in my face, see what curiosity had made me do, I never knew that someone w

Gerwulf yelped, holding his arm up in defense trying to protect himself from more blows. Hylda attacked him, slashing the air like a mad woman. Eloise finally found the opportunity, biting Delmar's hand hard and screaming for Gerwulf to run. At her words, his head snapped to the side, their eyes locking. Both of them stood as if time had stopped, Eloise unable to understand what was happening as he began running towards her. An earth shaking howl erupted from him, causing crowd goers to fall and drums to tip over. Even Hylda and Finn held their ears in pain. Gerwulf jumped, transforming as if he'd done it his entire life. A large blood red wolf with piercing amber eyes emerging as it barrele

I couldn’t stay there and continue to face the disgrace of that day. My wolf is still weak. From time to time, he would groan within me, maybe to tell me he was still there or a sign of mourning. With every movement on the ground, my body still burned with pain. Whenever my body brushed against a tree or hit a rock, the pain would multiply. However, my will prompted me to continue to move on. If this will be my end, so be it. it was better than staying in the clan where no one cared anymore.

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.

“You’re telling me the little girl in the fairytale carried a lethal crossbow around with her?” “She wasn’t a little girl, Harlow. The fairytale is nothing like what really happened. You know that by now, right? She fought dark wolves and mages, not just one evil wolf who slipped into her grandmother’s house when no one was paying attention. She drove out more evil mages and dark wolves than any other mage in history. That’s why she became a legend. The entire story is told in code so that humans wouldn’t understand what was really happening. She certainly didn’t have a woodcutter come and save her. She didn’t need saving. And if you learn to use that crossbow, neither will you.”

I still don't understand why Hera was stopping me from intervening. "We should go," "No,!" She replied and I found myself nodding. "He's my mate," Ivy suddenly cried out. A resounding growl echoed around the house and before I could blink, a black, large wolf with white furs at the crown of his head walked out of the room. I held on to Hera as the wolf stared down at the both of us. "Fuck off, Liam" Hera yelled. "It's a fucking command, Prince" The wolf turned abruptly and ran off. I almost dropped to the floor because my legs had turned jelly.

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.

There was only so much that I could take before I snapped and said something that I knew I would regret. I had to keep reminding myself that she was just a child. She didn't know any better, but I did. Several times, I found myself looking out into the forest for Olly, wanting to tell him to come back and apologize for how I acted. I would catch a glimpse of him moving through the trees, then I would blink, and he would be gone as if he had never been there to begin with. It took days of me sitting on the discovery that werewolves were real to become open to learning more. A man who could turn into a wolf was a hard pill to swallow, but it piqued my interest. How could we not know there were

All I can think about all through our conversation is this one question that has been on my mind all day, I've been dying to ask her this one thing… i knew i just had to. She refuses to believe me when I tell her she's a wolf and also refuses to accept her true nature. I guess I just have to show her. I let Venom take over briefly, revealing my other side to her. I could feel the fear emanating from her as she whimpered backwards. I held her gaze as I drew closer to her, unrelenting, deteremined to show her what i wanted her to see and tell her what i needed her to hear. I bent slowly to meet her gaze, how beautiful she looked so up close. Touching her face, I took it all into my hands, inha