Wolf Totem Novel Novels & Stories

I carefully opened the book, the pages crackling with age, and began to read. The text was written in an ancient script, difficult to decipher, but the more I read, the more a sense of dread settled over me. It spoke of a rare lineage of wolves, ones with powers that could either save or destroy. My heart pounded as the descriptions started to match what I had seen in Emily, the strange glow in her eyes, the way her presence had started to affect those around her, even me.

“The Red Rose pack. The most powerful wolf pack in the whole country. This pack dates back to the 1600s when the first Alpha reigned in the woods. Rumors were spread that a rabid wolf attacked a hunter when he was out hunting for rabbits. Weeks later, he felt painful aches on his body and his bones felt like they were crushing inside while he was taking the form of the rabid animal. From then on, he kept attacking the village and recruiting more wolves by biting them without remorse. They built the town and up until this day, that pack still exists. Bigger and more powerful than ever.” I slammed the book shut and looked up in shock, a tear falling down my cheek and my heart aching. My should

I muttered under my breath, shutting the book harder than I meant to. Zack raised an eyebrow but said nothing. I reached for another, a thinner one. The cover nearly tore in my hands, my eyes skimmed quickly, heart thudding. This one spoke of the Moon Goddess and her first chosen wolves born with gifts that could either heal or destroy. Wolves meant to be balance keepers. I swallowed, my wolf stirred inside me at the words, Ella pressing against the surface of my mind. This feels familiar, she whispered. “Find something?” Zack’s voice was low, rumbling in the stillness.

“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.

Their calls echoed through the night, disjointed, filled with a primal unease. Caitlyn felt it too, the shifting power in the air. Her wolf, once afraid, now felt challenged. It was no longer hiding in fear—it was rising, responding to something beneath the earth. A rival was calling, a force that refused to be ignored, and her wolf sensed it. The presence of the Prime Wolf—its hunger, its dominance—was tangible, pressing against her like an ancient force, daring her to acknowledge its existence.

‘Lilith, listen to me’ I shook my head. ‘No, you listen to me. First thing, council is a safe place, second, I am wolf, a white wolf and can protect myself, and the last thing… Nobody knows about the book except us, we don’t have to announce my visit to council. I will go, find the book and will come back quietly. It won’t even take a full day, so why make it complicated’ I was huffing in the end, and he hung his head low, rubbing his fingers on his forehead.

I wondered if I had any markings on my face. Then I remembered there was a lake nearby! I could go there and see my reflection. My father watched me for a moment and I saw him give me a slight nod. That was all I needed. I began to run from the circle, running out of the pack's encampment. As I ran, I marveled at all the new sensations I could feel in this form. The earth beneath my paws felt amazing, the wind in my fur was incredible. So lost in all the sensations, I didn't realize that I had been followed by another wolf. I looked over, instantly realizing the wolf was Greyson. His wolf was almost as large as my father's, however while my father was black, Greyson was a dark grey and his e

Some of them even took their own lives so terrified of the ferocious ‘beasts’ that haunted their dreams they wanted to escape them forever and this was the only way they knew how to do it. Vottovaara belonged to the powerful, elusive, Snow Wolf Pack, the deadliest of Werewolves they kept themselves to themselves operating outside the Council of Immortals created by the Werecreatures and the other Immortals. Humans coveted their magic and quickly developed ways to kill or hurt them and then they began to capture them to use for experiments to try to find ways to control them. Many more different Species lived, worked and traded alongside each other peacefully occasionally there were crossover

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.

Her wolf spoke in her mind. Seraphine: Let me handle her. Nova was relieved to hear her voice again and let her take control. Helga charged again and Nova's wolf met her head-on. She jumped and landed on Helga's back, knocking her backward into the snow with a heavy thud. Nova stood over her in total silence. Nobody moved. The warriors. Her classmates. Even the Colonel. The brown she-wolf didn't rise again. At the edge of the stands, Aeron stood slowly, his book dropped, eyes wide. Her wolf was a lightning-strikes-only-once sight and he almost couldn't believe it.