Wolf Tail Game Novels & Stories

Another guy stood up, "I'm Ralph Bensen, a member of the beta hounds pack too. I like trekking. If you like to go trekking sometime, I'm pleased to help you." Lucian hit on Ralph's shoulder and made him sit in his place. "I'm Jacob Elrod, member of stealth Mane pack." "I'm Teo, a human." looked at the guys beside him and made a smile at me. "I'm Rudina Hart, alpha female of a howling jaws pack. Nice to meet you, Ms Hopper." Why are there so many werewolves in this class than humans? I saw the guy who helped me from the bus terminal to the school. The talkative guy? He's in this class too?

They start to charge at me so I teleport myself up into the trees above me. “Hey dogs I’m up here” I say while laughing which makes them growl. I notice that the black wolves and the grey one haven’t moved from their spots and they are just staring. “Weird” I think to myself. “Awww don’t growl fellas how about we play a game? It’s like fetch but we call it tag . Y’all are it” I say before I teleport back to the ground and flick my wrist in a circle and allow myself to be picked up by a small tornado.

It was growling fiercely and showing teeth. Waverly wasn't sure what was going on but from the looks of it these two wolves were ready to help her.. Waverly shut her eyes and her bones began to snap in and out of place as Winter took over. Seconds later where Waverly stood her bright white wolf was there ready to fight. Winter was lethal and didn't take any time. As the men looked around at the three wolves unsure what to do, Winter took the advantage and lunged at one of the men, quickly ripping his throat out. He didn't even have time to scream. He hit the ground dead. Winter’s eyes narrowed in the next man. The man began trying to shift but the red brown wolf grabbed ahold of his leg with

Nyx asked, her eyes scanning the crowd around us. We heard a group of girls squealing in excitement as they stared at the wall. “Let’s go check it out,” Eloise said, grabbing both our hands and pulling us toward the crowd. We pushed through until we reached the front, where a large poster had been pinned to the wall. The title read: The Wolfville Blood Games Is Here Again! “Oh my gods!” “No way!” Eloise and Nyx screamed together, hugging me tightly from both sides, practically bouncing with excitement. Meanwhile, I just stared at the poster, confused.

And not the fact that after that, he performed it. “They call me Mitrich,” the goblin wailed, coming up to me, reproachfully watching how I got up and dusted myself off. - In the old days, werewolves thought faster. Yes, and more agile were at times. Let's go, bitch! A wolfdog fell on my head! I did not have time to answer, as my wolf began to go crazy, in the truest sense of the word! I have no idea what came over her, but she began to joyfully jump around her clearing, attracting my attention.

Halle was so insecure about it to the extent that she wanted me to believe that she was seeing someone else instead of letting me know about her secret. But she had no idea that I needed to know that because it wasn’t just about her — it was about both of us. If she didn’t have her wolf, then every risk she took, every enemy that came after her, was ten times deadlier. I promised to always protect her and I wouldn’t be able to keep that promise if she continues keeping things away from me. “Does Chloe have a wolf?” She nodded silently. So if her twin sister had discovered her wolf, why didn’t Halle discover hers yet? It didn’t make sense.

Casper ran to him and peered over his shoulders. It was a journal of an Alpha Tate from 1959. And on the right page were scrawled the following words: "On this day, 12th of June 1959. three wolves found dead at border. Beaten and butchered. One with a tattoo. Crescent with a circle around it."

What color would her fur be? Lia positioned herself on the carpet about six feet from him, arms at her sides, a naked goddess with her lustrous mane of hair and her hazel eyes flecked with gold. She looked at him for a long moment then closed her eyes, let out her breath, and began to turn in a circle. Yes, it was exactly as it had been with Mike, the air around spinning. As she moved faster, the air became a blur, a thick cloud surrounding her until suddenly it stopped, fell away, and Riley gasped. A gorgeous white wolf stood in her place, with a sculptured head and a majestic body.

Kael stands beside me, face pale, fury barely contained. “This Game,” he whispers, “is rewriting the rules.” I swallow hard. “What does that mean?” “It means,” he says darkly, “that even the shadows are choosing sides.” My wolf trembles inside me. Violet whispers something I don’t want to hear: ‘We’re not just losing players. We’re making monsters for the next Game.’

Dayne’s POV The red-eyed wolf’s growl vibrates through the night, its presence a cold weight in my gut as I stand at the upstairs window, Talis’s warmth pressed against my side. Glynn’s taunt echoes below, his cruel smile fixed on Talis, but that unknown wolf, larger, wilder, not one of his shifts the game. My wolf snarls, torn between ripping Glynn apart and shielding Talis from this new threat, the mate bond pulsing with her fierce resolve.