Wolf With Scar Novels & Stories

It just was hard to believe he was the one they had hunted and lived with these past seven years. They saw that he was bigger, a wolf that had been slightly smaller than the rest of them before. His fur was now thick black, but with a certain shine to it that gave the impression of being heavily oiled. The scar on his eye— the one the bear that had killed Alpha Alfred had left on his face slashed down his blazing blue eyes in a vertical line was so pronounced when wolf scars usually healed in days. And there was no way they could look at him without feeling a chilling fear that was colder than Snowfall.

feeling. I'm beginning to panic. I can't wrap my mind around how I could be a wolf! How is this possible? I ask myself out loud as I'm pacing the yard. I feel that same feeling; my eyes are burning, my heart is beating fast, and my fingers are hurting this time more than the first time, causing me to scream so loud that my sisters come running outside. I'm now at my knees, holding my eyes shut and my hands in the pockets of my hoodie. They get to my side asking what's wrong, trying to help me up in trying to hide what's happening to me, but the pain is so intense I can't fight it monaye grabs my left hand out of my pocket when I fall over in intense pain she looks at my hand and drops it qu

The wolf growled. “It is okay, Joel, He won't hurt me,” I tell Joel as the wolf approaches me and sits. His tail wraps around me. I am instantly relaxed. I rub my face in his fur and enjoy his warm. I feel safe, and I calm down. I am hit with the scent of sandalwood and citrus. Luka’s scent. “What?” I questioned out loud. I am his. He is mine. We are one. Like you and the white wolf. My eyes bug out of my head a bit. I want to ask questions.

"Fine by me if you want to end it in our other forms." In an instant the man was a wolf. Her bones shifted and the pain from the broken ribs was excruciating. Once she was a wolf Clara stood on all fours. The other wolf blocked her exit. He started snarling at her, lunging forward. She moved out of the way each time, but he was forcing her backwards. Realizing she would have to go through him, Clara hurled herself forward. She caught him off-guard, but not enough to knock him down. She felt his teeth sink into her back and she let out a yelp. He clamped down hard and shook his head back and forth grinding his teeth in the process.

'Is this how you would look physically? My wolf appeared to be a full white wolf, flecked with silver spots. Her eyes were blue, like mine. Across her right eye, there were three slashes of nearly black fur. 'I believe so, Celia. The three slashes appeared after our partial shift. I think the rogues injured me too.' 'I'm sorry. I never thought to ask if you were injured. You saved me and I didn't even think of you being hurt.' 'I saved US. I didn't want to die. You saved US later, getting out of the ropes and walking with all the pain you were feeling. Let's call it even.'

The wolf was so frightened that he started grovelling, "It was a woman! I don't know who she is. I only remember that she's got a scar on the left side of her face. That's all I know, I swear!" A scar on the left side of her face? That very clue made Bruce and Tobias stiffen. That was because there was only one wolf who fit that description in their pack—Andrea Smith. Tobias had come to my rescue back when Andrea and I had been attacked by rogues. As a result, Andrea's face had been forever scarred. Everyone would feel exceedingly guilty whenever they laid their eyes on it. Yet, the rot they were uncovering due to that clue wiped any trace of guilt off their faces.

“Nothing to buy. Our boss just wants to invite you for a chat.” The scarred wolf stepped forward, blocking the path to the back room. “I don’t know your boss.” “Then you must know this wolf.” His partner pulled a photo from inside his jacket. “He’s snuck into your place more than once.” The photo showed the wolf with pale green eyes. The scarred wolf reached out to grab me. Before he could, a flash of cold light cut through the air. Blake stood in front of me, pointing a box cutter at the scarred man as he shielded me behind him.

“Then we fight.” Nyra shook her head. “You cannot win this fight. Not like this.” The ground started shaking. Howls filled the night from every direction. The trees parted as dozens of wolves emerged. The scarred ancient wolf led them, bigger and stronger than before. Victor walked beside it, eyes glowing blue. The scarred wolf smiled. “Give me the child and I will kill you quickly. Refuse, and I will make you watch while I tear your mate apart piece by piece.”

The scarred man had transformed into a werewolf, but unlike the mindless beasts they faced, he retained his consciousness. With this newfound power, the scarred man unleashed a devastating onslaught against the Alpha, his strikes precise and calculated. Amelia watched in awe as the scarred man, now transformed into a powerful werewolf, clashed with the Alpha. Their movements were a blur of fangs, claws, and fur. The ground shook with each collision, and the air crackled with energy.

I turn to him with a smile. "Thanks, I need this, and so do our wolves." I kiss him one last time before shifting into Rieka. I love the color of my wolf. She's a mixture of black, dark brown, and white that makes her almost look like marble. I watch through her eyes as Wyatt shifts into an enormous black wolf. Being a lycan, he's twice the size of a werewolf. I see where Scar gets his name from now. He's entirely black except for a line of silver that runs from his head over his eye and down the side of his face. It makes him look like he was cut with a blade.