Wolf Totem Novel Novels & Stories

“Any human at Reservation is invited, is here with our blessing and welcome. They are under our protection and you won’t attack one. You won’t be rude to one either. You will also never attack a female human under any circumstances. Their women are not as strong as ours and weren’t raised our way. They don’t posses our fighting skills or strength. I swear that you will be dealt with extremely harshly if you attack a human female here. Some of them live with our males as mates. They have committed to each other, mated for life. Those males will kill any one of you who touches his female and it would be his right to do so.”

The council wolves, old and scarred, looked at each other. “If they forget,” one said, “the weight comes back to the sky. And to the Rememberer.” Nova nodded. “Then we remind them why.” She started a new kind of journey. Not planting petals where wolves forgot. Planting petals where wolves chose to forget. She walked east for 90 days. Found a village with no Both Trees. The trees there were plain. Green only. Wolves had painted their moons white. Blank. Smooth. “Why?” Nova asked the leader. He was young, maybe 40. Eyes tired.

37 I instinctively clutched my chest, feeling a surge of emotion that I knew was due to the mating bond. Alpha Knight's black wolf stood tall and proud, snarling at the beast in front. He briefly glanced at me, and for a moment, my heart raced as if he was making sure I was unharmed. Chance also did the same, nodding to reassure me before turning back to the beast, which was slightly dazed. Both wolves are undeniably intimidating but I knew just how powerful Taowu was, enough to mutilate and slaughter wolves no matter the size. Apparently with the odds against us, I knew that it was impossible to fight our way through. We can only run and hope for the best.

--- The next morning, Elara returned to the library. She was determined to find an answer. She would not give up. She could not give up. The future was too important. Her pack was too important. She found a text tucked away in a dusty corner, its pages yellowed with age. It was bound in leather so old it was cracked and crumbling. She carefully opened it, her fingers gentle on the fragile pages. It was written in an ancient language, the words faded and difficult to read. But as she studied it, she realized it was a record of the First Wolf's life, a chronicle of his creation and his power. It was the most complete account she had ever seen.

The good mood that I had when I brought Nova home is gone as I reach for the journals. I sit there while Jude picks at his food. I don’t know how long I read or how much of it that I even fully comprehend. It’s just so…sick. So fucking evil. It takes my brain several moments to process what I’m seeing and I know that I read several pages, paragraphs, sentences over and over before my mind can process what has been done to wolves right here on my territory. She-wolves and pups were stolen by or given to the rogues for the sole purpose of human trafficking.

My body feels heavy, but my mind… my mind is awake now. Alive, loud and vivid. Images slice through me in rapid flashes—the bar, Zeke’s infuriating smile, my rage boiling over, leaving the bar. Then the scent in the air. Sweet, sickly, wrong. The shadow following me. My legs pumping, not as legs but as something more. Paws. My bones snapping and reforming, my skin tearing apart to make way for fur. A wolf. My wolf. The memories don't stop there. They keep going to the halloween night—the cage. The black wolf beneath silver bars. Ezekiel’s eyes staring into mine.

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?

“Are you okay? Who are you speaking to? I ask, a bit worried. “It's a voice in my head, she calls herself Lyra. I know you might think I'm crazy and probably need to go to an asylum but it's the truth” “I believe you”. I say smiling at her while finally closing the gap between us, I reach out to her once again, patiently waiting and praying for her to take my hands. Just as she reaches out to me, I hear the ruffling of leaves nearby and then a different scent hits me. My instincts to protect her kicks in and I quickly tell her to get behind me while abruptly scanning the area for rogues. As expected, a couple of wolves jump out of hiding and begin circling us, their intent clear as they grow

Yes she,this wolf is a female and is always inherited in a female human body. The last thunder wolf was seen in 1050 AC but recently a miracle happened and a girl inherited this rare gene. A woman with eyes as dark as night turned into a black wolf bigger than anyone has ever seen. Blue lights encircled her and she controlled the natures thunder with her mind. She was to be executed for her uncontrollably strength but once she proved that she only wanted to protect she turned into everyones hero. She protected this world till the day she was brutally murdered in cold blood along with her mate.

Ever since she'd seen the news about the release of Wolf in her New Reviews magazine, she'd had a feeling in her gut this was where she needed to look. Jamie had credited a lot of her information to a book titled Legends of the Werewolf. Lia had read and reread the notes her great-grandmother had handed to her in those last sad moments. Notes that told about generations past that came here from Romania and grew the pack. This had to be the book. Legends of the Werewolf. Surely there couldn't be two books with the exact same title.