Wolf Under Tree Novels & Stories

Cloth down, that cold hunting stillness dropping over him like a coat, and God help me, even now, even with something the size of a building walking around my county breaking trees like they’re twigs, some animal part of me looks at him going lethal and thinks, mine. Ours, the wolf corrects. Also. What in this world breaks a tree at twenty feet? No idea, buddy. Guess we're going to find out.

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.

Jackson and Glenn agreed that it was for the best – I had nothing to do with it after all. What I have in mind could very well be the start of the fire that consumes the world. I just don’t know, but it’s a risk I have to take. I stay on the ground while my warriors scurry up the trees, dressed in nothing but shorts or t-shirts, depending on their gender. Sitting in trees doesn’t come naturally to us, but in human form, the wolves are as lithe as any cat. The witches ignore me as they walk past, casting their spells to cover our tracks and location.

PAUL’S POV There was only five minutes left when I saw Harvey’s wolf Echo coming from the woods. He gave me a quick nod before going behind a nearby pine tree to shift. Once Harvey had shifted back to human form he came out from behind the tree. No wonder he wanted me to bring wipes to clean himself up. My Alpha looked like shit. His body was covered in dirt and blood. I even noticed a small cut on his cheek. “What did you do to end up like that?”

My wolf enjoyed being released after being cooped up for too long. He lets me win as we come upon a treeline of chestnut oak trees. My wolf jumps on him, playfully landing her front paws on his side and licking him some more with our tongue as the sparks overwhelm us. Once I got off him, I quickly shifted into my human form.

This new information only had the wolf doubling its efforts to get to whatever it was he was chasing. He came skidding into a widening in the grove of trees that was suddenly cut off by the base of a large cliff and desperately tried to locate the origins of the new scent Aiden seemed so eager to find. The wolf’s golden eyes scanned the barks of the trees and tried to magically see past every thick bush at the base of these trees until they came into contact with what looked to be a dark pool of liquid at the base of a large tree.

The armies kept trying and when they were not able to make a scratch at the two beasts, they decided to retreat, but they could not as Iron was already alive, and he was standing by the road, where stood as the only road they were supposed to pass, he stood and forceful pulled out the last arrow by his chest, and just as said by the priest, the arrow wounded his heart, and that turned around and made him love violent always. He was more than a werewolf his eyes were blazing like fire, the little girl now a dragon, had wing, she must have been a dragon before, and many that went toward the exit were burnt by the fire, the warriors tried all they could, but their strength was not enough, and j

Dorian Grimaldi. The dense forest beckoned me with its verdant embrace, my paws propelling me forward with relentless determination. The ethereal breeze whispered through the towering trees, tenderly caressing my sleek fur as I dashed through the underbrush. A symphony of sounds enveloped me—the rustling leaves, the melodic chirping of birds, and the distant echo of my wolf's triumphant howl. Each step I took sent a thrilling pulse through my veins, heightening the adrenaline coursing through my lupine form.

I asked, noticing that he was finishing bandaging the area. "Tree sap. This time of year, it's excellent for helping wolves recover. Didn't your parents ever teach you that? It's the basics that every wolf should learn when they are young. You know, never transform near humans, tree sap helps heal wounds, if you're lost, howl loudly so others can find you..." he muttered seriously, thinking I was pretending to be naive. "Well... I don't have parents... but I wish I had learned those things," I swallowed hard, looking away.

He then bolted northward without looking back. The pain in his heart was becoming increasingly unbearable. His tears streamed down his face as he ran. Lawrence and Foxie were battling to save his life. However, he had no idea why the werewolves were pursuing him. He was unaware of the tree's protruding root until his foot came into contact with it, causing him to fall. He turned in the direction of the roar's source after hearing it. William could see the fast approaching creature's burning eyes even though it was far away.