Wolf Story Novels & Stories

“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

I heard Bazaar. I then know what the dark smoke was. It was wolfbane the substance they discovered to kill and weaken a wolf. The wolfsbane was now causing me difficulty breathing. My eyes run water and my vision became blurry still I didn't close my eyes. My eyes remained half-opened until I saw the dark dust that surrounded us slowly disappeared. When it did everyone within the wall was lying on the floor still and scared. It was not easy seeing them since my vision was still a bit blurry, but there was one image I could see clearly, and that was a white large werewolf that appears to be a she-wolf lying on the ground with a knife in its heart, covered in bright red blood. Bazaar walked ov

Lola recognized one of the hunter’s voices that was answering, “Some organization is giving out 10.000-dollar rewards for anyone who can kill a wolf that is twice the size of a normal wolf.” She heard Noah ask what organization and why, but the hunter didn’t know and lots of screaming followed until she heard a loud snap and then silence. She closed her eyes, already feeling the darkness pulling her away again. Before she drifted off, she felt someone sit next to her bed and softly stroke her hand. She knew for some reason that it was Noah and she had to admit it was nice to have someone look after her. But she also knew that she never wanted to be this helpless again. If she survived this s

He turned a few pages and read on: In the mythological representations of many peoples, the wolf is a symbol of the leader of the military squad, and the squad itself is a wolf pack. In the plot from Monomakh's Teachings, the Polovtsy “lick themselves like Voltzi standing” Khan Bonyak on the eve of the battle with the Hungarians howls like a wolf. After making a few more notes, Conrod put the book aside and picked up another Legends and Facts of Old Times. He opened the Lycanthropy section:

Adam started his story using the classic fairy tale style, “It’s a story that happened a long long time ago, at a far far away place. A cute, little she-wolf was cast out of her own pack because of her evil stepmother. She had no food to eat, no place to sleep. To survive, she had to steal from humans. One day, when she was chased by the shop owner of the gas station, she was hit by a car on the highway. The driver picked her up and promised to take her to the hospital, but later he just dumped her in the forest when nobody was around. “Luckily, the girl was a wolf, so she woke up after a while. She crawled in the forest a long way, leaving a scary blood stain behind her, then finally found

“Say it.” “Say what?” he asked, still trying to come to terms with her accusations. Anger still edged her voice. “You came here with more bad news didn’t you?” Lochlan straightened. “There is one pack.” “Werewolf or vampire?” “Werewolf. As I told you already, werewolves don’t run informal packs. Vampires create massive colonies they call hives where they live together, but werewolves are more nomads.” Lochlan stepped closer to the desk. “The biggest pack of werewolves belongs to Sven.”