Wolf Winter Novels & Stories

He took a seat on the step and signaled for Clara to sit next to him. "You haven't asked who bit you yet." Clara automatically grabbed her calf, the pain felt like a distant memory now. She felt the less she knew the easier it would be to forget. "Wolves are pack creatures. We live for the pack. Without one we will go crazy. Without one you will go crazy." "What are you talking about?" Clara was confused.

Gradually with every word that he spoke, Nicole was beginning to regain her consciousness but just then a day tipped over one of the stainless steel objects there that made such a loud sound. The sound broke Nicole’s concentration within her body and triggered the wolf even more, they hated loud sound or bright light. The she wolf was pissed now and broke the second restraint almost immediately. Then the rampage begun, she went towards Henry and growled really loudly like she was about to attack him but she was slightly able to recognize him, she tossed him aside and then Nicole turned and rammed her way through the door of the basement.

"With my organs exposed like that, does that mean my wolf is more vulnerable?" "It does seem so. You don't have a protective layer of skin in some places. I'd also assume you might be cold in the winter in your wolf form as your fur doesn't cover your entire body. But, honestly, I'm not sure. From what I've heard from my son, there's a wolf he met that can swim miles in freezing water, so some wolves appear to be immune to cold. The only way to find out is to go out in your form during wintertime. And definitely let me know once you find out."

A rare white wolf from the bloodline of the originals. ***

“It was a selfish act. So, how are you holding up? Seen any more ghosts in the hallway?” She flinched, her eyes wide. “You knew?” “I know him,” Jax corrected gently. “He observes. It’s what he does. He’s been alone for a very long time Snow. He doesn’t know how to.. interact. Especially not when the wolf is screaming at him to throw you over his shoulder and drag you to his den.” Winter’s face went pale, a blush of horrified embarrassment creeping up her neck at the raw, primal image. She had felt that, a dark and terrifying echo of it through the bond. The raw, possessive hunger.

The southern territories are unlike anything I have ever seen. Snow covers everything, deep and unbroken. The trees are bare, their branches bent under the weight of ice. The air is so cold it burns my lungs with every breath. The wolves who live here have adapted. Their fur is thick, white as the snow itself. Their eyes are pale blue, like chips of ice. They watch us as we ride through their villages. Silent. Wary. They have been isolated for centuries, guarding their ancient secret. Now they must decide whether to trust outsiders.

851 AD The first snow of the winter was building on the horizon, casting out its tendrils of freezing winds to clear the way. Harvest was well and truly over and the men had returned from their hunting trips to now help with the final touches in securing the Pack's dens for the winter. The season could be cruel here but the wolves had learnt how to fare against the harsh conditions without the aid of the human settlement some fifteen kilometres to the south. But that was because the Northern Star pack had something that other packs didn't; their Luna was a witch.

I wait for the pain, for the strange end, but that’s when something soars right through the broken window, demolishing the entire section of the wall. It’s a big white wolf.

The only wolf that big was Hector's wolf, yet this wolf appeared from nowhere. Kayla's wolf was insanely strong but something about the other Wolf was suspicious. It could do more than be a wolf, it could fly above you, it could go invisible and attack from anywhere but her wolf was smart. She ended the fight in seconds, following the paw prints it made and waiting for the perfect moment to attack. When she found that moment, she pounced on the other wolf and bit its throat, clenching her sharp teeth so hard. She didn't leave the wolf until Hector started to howl and Nova appeared out of thin air.

I couldn’t risk staying away from Nytheris much longer with Alaric around, so we left the inn that morning. We traveled in our wolf forms and this is the first time I saw Winter’s beast. I had expected something delicate like her human but turns out I was wrong, her wolf was bigger than the other female pack wolves I've seen. She has unique silver-gray fur and pale icy blue eyes mirroring the winter sky she was named for. She ran behind my wolf, Magnus, with ease. 'Strong,' I thought. A swell of pride rises unexpectedly in my chest. I remembered Winter had the blood of an Alpha from her father’s, though the past year had robbed her of the chance to sharpen her strength. But I was sure with t