Wolf Totem Book Novels & Stories

So what was going on? I slipped out of my bed and went to the bookshelf on the other side of the wall. I reached for the nook which my father gave me a few weeks ago and opened it, flipping hurriedly through the pages. Caine joined me on my bed, but I ignored his presence and steeled my focus on the book. I got to the page I was searching for and stopped, pining my index on the drawing. My fears subsided. I wasn’t wrong. The book mapped out the colors of the wolves. The red wolf was the seeker wolf, and the white was the normal wolf.

She seemed to be calming down, a bit anyway. "The Wolf Moon was named by the indigenous peoples of this continent hundreds of years ago. They called it that because in the winter they heard the wolf packs howling around their villages. Little did they know the full moon in the darkest part of winter held great power for us." She seemed to forget her fears for the moment as they spoke. Rhys thought maybe it would be best to continue the discussion in private. "Why don't we talk about everything that will happen tomorrow so it won't seem so foreign to you." He held his hand out, waiting for her to take hold.

I had to tell Cole. Cole was our Alpha and he would know exactly what to do with this information. What my brother and the other wolves dont know is that our pack has been under attck by witches using black magic. Dead wolves have been found around the territory with their hearts ripped out and turned to sludge. Weird symbols were carved into their bodies.

I was determined to use the family's resources to solve Peter's final puzzle before leaving. "Since Kayla once saw the totem of the Arctic wolf in a certain book, I can sneak into the family's library and search for an answer among the hidden books." At this point, I paid no attention to the prohibition that "only alphas can enter the library." Taking advantage of the quiet night, I stealthily entered the forbidden territory of the family's library. ... "Arctic wolf..." Muttering the name of this long-extinct ancient creature, I walked straight towards the dusty forbidden section—a storage of mysterious books related to the origins of the werewolf world, documenting countless creatures and e

“He always will.” The black one raised a hand. And the clearing changed. The sky dimmed. The trees groaned. The world went wrong. > Then you will face what we gave you. Not in dreams. Not in fragments. In full. The arch split open. And something walked through. The wolf. But not his. Not the one that shared his blood. The first. Older than packs. Older than words. Its fur shimmered like molten gold and void. Its breath turned grass to ash.

As I took small bites of my meal, my mind wandered back to the book's descriptions. When breakfast was finally over, I excused myself politely and headed back to the garden. I retrieved the book from its hiding place and found a secluded spot where I could read in peace. The more I read, the more I realized how much had been lost to history. The white wolves were not the monsters they had been made out to be. They were beings of incredible power and kindness, who had only sought to live in harmony with others.

She found the section on history books first, she reached for an old book that caught her eyes, with a thick brown, worn cover and a picture of a wolf on it, one that looked quite similar to the painting of the wolf on the wall in the living room. How strange? She took it immediately, having found her next read, she skipped out of the library and back to her room. She sat curled up in bed by the window, lunch was served by a servant as promised, she ate and stuck to get book. This book, titled, 'The Wolf Within' she had never really read anything like it. It seemed more like a fictional write up, than a history book. It talked about a wolf that was embedded into the souls of 'special people'

Edwin notices a book in one of the corner and it was so hidden and he was so curious to know what he it carried. He slowly goes to the corner and grabs it, it was tied with a leather rope and this meant that it was so special. He opened it slowly and cleaned the dust out of it. It was an ancient book that contains diagrams and illustrations about the wolf community and special skills they owned and how to attain them. It seems to be a very exciting book since for a wolf member to realise his special ability you was to use this special guide book that was written by their ancestors. It was a very special book end it was used mostly during practices bye the wolf community only.

“What do you mean? I didn't know you were searching about that?” I sighed, rubbing my temples. “It just happened. My wolf told me a story and I just have to find out. I found a book about them—the Silver Wolves. They were worshipped, Zara. Practically gods among wolves. They protected others, healed the sick, and stopped wars before they could begin. But then… something changed. They went from being revered to being hunted. I don't know how to why. The records are incomplete,”

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