Wolf Under Tree Novels & Stories

He didn’t love me; he had just made me carry out the work he couldn’t while still embedding me with fear and hurt with hopes of love. My feet trembled as I walked into the forest. The sound of Matilda’s moans resonating in my ears as I walked deeper into the forest. She had always been my solace, the one person who didn’t care about my status as a wolf-less omega or a human in a werewolf realm, as they called it. She had always been there for me, but she had taken my breath away when I needed it the most. It wasn't a mistake; she had seen his pictures more often than she had seen herself in the mirror. Why had she betrayed me?

He freezes for a moment and then continues until the low growling comes again, only this time it was closer and more threatening. He finally lets me go and turns around to reveal a very large dark grey wolf standing amongst the trees, baring its teeth at us. The wolf takes a step forward and growls low again as the bully takes a step back closer to me. The closer the bully got to me, the more louder and more teeth the wolf would show. The wolf nips at the bully, who jumps and then runs, heading back into the village.

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.

She is here, just recently she ran past these trees, jumped over a small ravine, a little more and I will see her. I had to restrain the wolf a little, otherwise I'll frighten, but where is it? Jumping out from behind a thick fir tree, he stopped in his tracks so that his front paws dug into the soft ground. A wolf passed by. Noticing the wolf, she stopped abruptly, bared her teeth, sucked in the air so that her nostrils fluttered, her pupils dilated.

At the precipice of the sacred haven, they found themselves, gazing upon the boundless tapestry of the woodland, their keen eyes sweeping the environs with an air of watchfulness. "Zavier," Arvandus uttered, his voice a melodic symphony resonating with an innate comprehension of the intricate tapestry of the natural world, "behold the awe-inspiring spectacle that unfolds before our very eyes. We stand as witnesses to the extraordinary metamorphosis and exquisite concord that grace our sacred haven. In the heart of this sanctuary, a sacred haven nestled amidst the towering trees, a pack of majestic wolves has found solace.

I had hope that it wouldn't just happen now. But like every other year, at this point I would wish that my name wasn't my name. I would wish that I wasn't Allison Bush, the last air of the Bush who actually is the only one that turns into a full wolf on a full moon. I was trying to run from that and some other things.. But then again, you can't run away from yourself!!

He turned to circle the bushes and pushed himself faster. He caught sight of her tail as she tried to slip unnoticed into a hollowed out tree. If a wolf could smirk he would. Did she really think she'd be able to hide her scent from him? He crouched down low to the ground, his belly scraping against the wet grass. The big wolf crept slowly to the dead tree. It was huge and as he looked inside, he was surprised to not find the blond tease huddled inside. He looked around, puzzled, until he saw moonlight shining through a hole a few feet up. Damn her! She'd outfoxed him and put him behind.

He yelled as he commanded his driver. "Yes Sir." As he quickly went to his car while Alexander followed him. His heart was beating crazy right now. He couldn't believe this bullshit was happening. It was the main headquarter of the Black Wolf's Clan for fucks sake! Where the hell they got the information of their den? The traitor was going to pay for it! His driver broke the speed limit and in no time they were able to get back at northside. Alexander quickly got out from the car and stared the horrible scene before him. The Grand Mansion that was covered with thick, vivid trees and grasses had now turned into ashes with a large crater on it. In the crater laid the thousand, burnt bodies of

A massive black wolf stands at the base of the tree. And snarls. My mouth goes dry. He lowers his head. And rams the trunk. The entire tree shudders violently. The branch jerks beneath me. My fingers slip. And— —I scream.

He slows his pace so he’s a foot further back. This is what his wolf wanted last night, both of us in fur. What is he going to do? Whatever he wants. He’s a giant. Shit. I pick up speed and duck into the windbreak, but of course, he has no trouble keeping up. The trees are spaced evenly, elderberry and dogwood, then arborvitae and oak. My wolf isn’t mad anymore. She doesn’t really give a crap about mushrooms or the market, and now that Killian’s wolf is trailing her heels, as she thinks is right, she’s fine. She slows down and turns, letting out a series of sharp, bossy yips.