Wolf Under Tree Novels & Stories

“Just let go, and I’ll be right there with you.” She calmed slightly as he held her. The first time was always the worst and she was so much older than she should have been for a first timer. He felt his own wolf clawing its way to the front of his mind rushing to be freed. He could feel her letting go, letting the beast with in her move forward. Her wolf was violently making its appearance, with one more blood curtailing scream Tifs eyes opened wide as the wolf broke free of the human form that held her. A beautiful red and silver creature, the bright green eyes glinting in the moon lit snow covered night. His black wolf hushing to meet hers. Siron had only one thought rush through his mind

Lucien muttered. I answered the call and pressed it closer to my ear. “I have something to tell you.” My mother’s trembling voice echoed from the other end of the line. I sat upright on the bed. “And what is that?” “It’s about your father. You didn’t discover your wolf all this time because he cast a spell to keep it hidden. You have a really powerful wolf and he saw you as a threat.” “Wait wait, this is a lot. What are you trying to say?” I asked, my heart pounding in my chest.

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.