Wolf With Scar Novels & Stories

The intense chase continued through the twisting, shadowed paths of the woods, with Veronica refusing to yield ground for her survival. Driven by survival instincts and a fierce will for her survival, she rebounded and boldly faced the rogue wolves. The once-aggressive wolves found themselves overcomed and annoyed by her. She was now empowered by a wave of intractable courage. With a definitive, thundering howl that echoed through the forest, she boldly chased the rogue wolves, leaving them to retreat in disarray and defeat. She transformed back to her human form, and it felt like the pain of the rejection became worse. She managed to get to where her clothes were, but they were torn.

She was the most beautiful wolf I ever saw in my life. And my father... He was the same as her but just a little tall. He was so kind with a smile on his face that even in his wolf form, I could see him smiling. "I am sure..." I said while nodding my head. "Okay, don't worry, I will find a way out of it. Scarlett met a witch and she wants to see you in person to know what's wrong with your wolf. We are going to meet her and will unlock your wolf super soon," He smiled and kissed my head.

Everyone stills, yearned to see their killer with their own eyes. And see the Irony. It was the sight of the most beautiful wolf they had ever seen. His bones starts shifting. The bloody torn clothes he wore, getting ripped off. To take form into a shining black wolf, triple a normal wolves size. Eyes silver, fur black and claws even darker. " Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr" He roars again. His eyes only fixed at Elora. And next anyone knows. He enters into a sprint and within seconds at a lightning speed.

And that was relaxing for both of them. She had seen how the wolf had looked at the wound on her face the night before. And she understood. Every time she looked in the mirror he could remember everything that had happened to them and that was destructive. Because that scar was noticeable, even more so than the rest of her body. And that's when she decided. He tried to get up, but the wolf's arm wouldn't allow it, pulling her a little closer to him. -Where are you going?- He asked without opening his eyes and his voice deep.

Then I opened my eyes again and found myself in front of a beautiful she Wolf. Her fur was pure white as the thick clouds of fog. And her eyes were shining blue, like two stars. Like me she had a scar. While mine was pinkish and looked hideous on my face. Her scar was covered with the silver fur that looked breathtaking when it glowed. Her tail was long and more puffy than any other wolf's tail. And her legs were long as well. She had a silver moon on her forehead, as the signature of being the honor of the Alpha.

The grey wolf had its muscles tensed, ready to pounce at Celeste at any moment. His eyes were burning with intense ferocity. As he stared at Celeste, his mouth curled into a menacing snarl, revealing razor-sharp fangs. But something seemed to hold him back. Perhaps it was the sharp, gleaming blade in her hand that gave the beast pause. The wolf knew it would be foolish to underestimate this small human girl and her dangerous weapon. Scarface, even in his wolf form, still had his hideous scar stretched across his left eye. That only made his already fierce gaze even more intimidating.

His head slightly tilting looking at me. I shake out my coat and the trance I was in, and nod my head back down the path to the cabin. The fish in my mouth that I was carrying swaying back and forth. Realizing what I’m getting at he turns ad leads the way, scouring the woods around us and ears straight up looking for any danger. Although there’s no one out here but us. Turning his head back his wolf looks at mine again, and i see him staring at my face. My scar on full display in the form. My ashen grey coat darker towards my paws, and lighter down my back. My snout is darker grey as well, but between my eye and temple I know my fur is a mix of white and scar. Running about the size of a han

“You and Wolf don’t really trust Bale and his CI, then?” “Ice.” Scars ran his hands through his hair. “In a situation like this, me and Wolf trust me and Wolf.” He looked down at Wolf’s cut again. “And you.”

She froze. A shadow moved among the trees, slinking low to the ground. Her heart raced as she crouched down to investigate. There, half-hidden in the brush, lay a white wolf, its body trembling in the dirt. Blood oozed from a deep wound across its side, staining the earth. Lia’s breath hitched. A wolf—no, **a pureblood wolf**—wounded in her forest? She was about to turn away when she noticed the silver scar across its eye. The markings. The same noble markings she had seen only in rumors. A member of the North. A high-ranking wolf. But what was he doing here?

“Now.” But it was too late. A growl came from the trees. Then another. Then ten more. Eyes glowed in the dark. Dozens of them. Rogue wolves. Huge. Scarred. Foaming at the mouth. Lycan stepped forward. “This is your only chance. Leave. Or die.” The rogues didn’t speak. They charged. **Rosa’s POV** The fight was chaotic. Snarls. Blood. Claws. I sliced one rogue’s throat, then ducked as another leapt over me.