Wolf Wattpad Novels & Stories

And that was how the wolfless girl became the greatest Luna the world had ever known. THE END

The wind was still howling when she noticed a sign proclaiming Silver Town and another displaying the speed restriction. But it wasn't long before she became aware of the wolf pursuing her through the woods. Running was out of the question. He'd track her down and murder her. She turned and stood her ground, knowing she didn't have a chance. There was nothing more she could do. And wolf to Wolf combat was preferable human to wolf combat. Caitlin's gloves were ripped off and stuffed into Cody's coat pocket.

It always wants to go ahead and tear her. Selina smiled proudly. She reached out and stroked the large wolf fur beside her. It has smooth black fur, and its yellow eyes are somewhat cold, but when being rubbed by Selina, it retracts its combative evil. "Windy, you take care of her." “Guru!” After a loud howl, only the gray-haired wolf named Windy was relieved to use his sharp claws to kill Orla. Orla only had time to scream, and then there was silence.

"Can you tell me more about destined and omega and alpha? How do we know if we’re alpha, omega or beta?" "This occurs well in childhood, in our first contact with our wolf." - Kyria replied. "My wolf was taken. My father removed him from me." - She said, looking away in shame. Obviously, Kirya and Thomas were in shock. Who would have thought that anyone would be so monstrous as to remove the wolf from a child? "Director Dawood is helping me with this." - she said, but was interrupted by a scream. "She came back. Nancy Rivera came back." - Someone started screaming all over the school.

However, before Waylon's wolf could get me, my wolf dashed into the woods again, but this time, she was more careful about the snow. Waylon followed close behind me, followed by Patrick. My wolf zigzagged through the trees, making it harder for Waylon's wolf to catch mine. She wasn't going to let him so quickly. Soon, Waylon's wolf grew increasingly impatient, and my wolf felt satisfied with him.

The wind whipped around us as if the forest is confirming. “Why can’t we smell that he was a wolf? Even a rogue born wolf has a scent after death.” Elara questions, and Walt scoffs again, like she missed an easy question on a test. She stiffens next to me, but gives no other indication that she heard him. Copyright ©️ 2025 Miss L Writes and Ember Mantel Productions

He tore his arm out of Henry’s grasp and I couldn’t help the ‘no’ that I yelled. He didn’t hear me. Dad wouldn’t hear me. Now free, Dad rushed forward, shifting beautifully into his wolf. Every time I saw it, I was always in awe. His wolf was an Alpha wolf through and through. The sheer power and strength that radiated from him was incredible. He was a mix of brown and black, much like Henry, but he had a little more grey around his muzzle and sprinkling through his fur.

It was hard for Rhys to see his old friend like this. He was used to Alistair always being in control of his emotions. "Maybe your wolf needs a good long run. It might do you both good." "Would you come with me Rhys? I'm not sure what my wolf might do on his own. I don't know if I could control him. He wants to find her. He doesn't want to wait for Carr's report." "May I go with you and just watch? I've never actually seen a wolf in person before." Katy had a childlike excitement at the idea of running in the woods with a wolf, a werewolf.

I sighed. I turned to the first story and started reading. I read story after story. Some were interesting, some were familiar, some were bizarre. Then, more than halfway through the book, I found it. The very first line read, "There once was a young girl. Her wolf had no name." It was titled, 'Child of Stars', kind of fitting since my Dad's wolf is Starfire. My wolf chimed in with her usual pessimism, 'It won't help.'

ROSE'S POV I am Rosalia Alexandra Davis, a werewolf who has no family or friends. Someone who is a loner because she is different than others, in other words the runt of the pack. someone who should be treated worst than a slave , which means I am responsible of doing all the chores of the pack , while being the personal punching bag of the higher authorities. The reason behind this is my early shift. Usually wolves shift at the age of 16 which is also the age for us to find and recognize our mates. This happened because I am one of the four mystic wolves, which they hopefully don’t know. Or do they? Well whatever , I am happy the way I am but I want to find my mate soon, but for that I need