Wolf Totem Novel Novels & Stories

My howls turned more agonizing as I went into a bad place. And then, miraculously, the wolf stopped as his entire body came crashing down on top of me. I yelped from the impact of a grown man’s full weight hitting my body. Once I recovered, I opened my eyes to see Alex holding an entire bloodied vertebral column with his claws, clearly ripped from the wolf’s body. I instantly pushed the dead man off me and sprinted away as Alex threw the vertebrae away and held off the other three wolves, one of whom looked like he wouldn’t get too far as a bloody puddle formed under him and he eventually turned human, dropping to the ground.

It was so hard to focus on his face when literally everything was bare. I cleared my throat, "so uh...what you saw outside the house was real. The supernatural is real and this wolf over here is a werewolf who was imprisoned into that stone thingy for many years until today. He's here to ask for our help," yup, I just laid it all out there for her to process. It wasn't like I could break it down any simpler anyway. A huge sigh of relief escaped my lips as the tension fled my body. It felt so good to tell the truth for once. To speak of the things that I knew about.

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

The moon, a constant companion in her nightly pursuits, cast its glow upon the pages, illuminating the text like a guide through the labyrinth of knowledge. The revelations went beyond the physical aspects of the wolf transformation; they delved into the essence of her being. Jette learned to tap into the primal energies not as a force to be controlled but as a source of strength and intuition. The howling winds outside seemed to echo the ancient voices embedded in the teachings, as if the very universe conspired to unveil the secrets hidden within the old leather-covered book.

She was certain he had to be a large wolf, and he must be a lot more ferocious looking than that stupid Rider. Finding it odd that she was thinking about which wolf was the most handsome, Everly shook her head to clear it and then returned her attention to her book. She was almost three-fourths of the way through the book now, and she still hadn’t found anything, but she thought that the book might be getting to a part that included something useful because it was talking about wolf shifters interacting with humans and how it was important for wolf shifters to keep their abilities secret from those who were not able to shift into wolves.

“Come here.” Lucien pulled me into a warm hug. For the first time in my life, I felt whole. I was no longer the broken girl who didn’t have a wolf. My father’s death had ended the war, but my mother’s confession had given me back my power. I couldn’t wait to meet my wolf. I couldn’t wait to navigate my new life with the absolute love of my life by my side. ~~~~~~ Thank you for reading until the end. <3.

Tara’s POV Sharp eyes of a wolf gazed into mine. The statue was massive, or rather the totem was massive. A large pillar containing the carving of a wolf towered over me, with thousands of smaller symbols etched around the sides of the totem in some foreign language. The echo of a howl carried in the breeze. A tiny hand squeezing mine brought me back to reality. I looked down at my daughter. She was wearing an adorable unicorn jacket with the hood that made her hair all puffy afterwards, and my hand squeezed back.

I hated how steadying it felt. I stepped back before I could think too hard about that. "Just — explain. You said you'd seen this before. What did you mean?" "There's a novel," he said. "About a wolf warrior who enrolls at an academy and starts shifting into a black wolf instead of the rare white wolf she was born with. No one can explain it. Not at first." My pulse spiked. "Who wrote it?" "Sophie Miller, I think." The name hit me like a blow to the chest. The world tilted, sound rushing out of my ears until all I could hear was my own heartbeat, deafening.

Somehow again, that sliming traitor witch altered it too, keeping both me and this wolf in here too, ensuring she could neither get out nor mindlink anyone. I shut my eyes, thinking. I certainly won't get defeated by a she-witch with no experience. It was hard to concentrate because of the endless whinning of the shewolf. But I thought of something, hopefully a way out. My eyes sparked open. Settling on the blabbering wolf, and the object above her on the dungeon walls. It was a wolf totem. I smiled in relief, after all it may not be a terrible horrible idea being stuck with her.

A cold, regal presence pressed into the clearing, making my wolf’s instincts go rigid. And then I saw it. A huge white wolf emerged. Majestic. Too large to be normal. Its fur looked like winter made flesh, thick and bright even in the blood-stained forest. Its eyes were purple, impossible, vivid, like twilight trapped in a stare. It didn’t move like a normal wolf. It moved like something that belonged in myths. Something that didn’t need to prove itself. My father’s black wolf froze. Then he lowered his head. He howled, loud, raw, reverent, And bowed to that wolf. And the huge white wolf, eyes burning purple, stepped forward and joined in the fight.