Wolfblood Book Novels & Stories

At the last moment, he was able to flip himself and pull the wolf’s paw from his body. Nikolai was losing. Blood stained the snow. His body was slowing, muscles trembling under the relentless attacks. My vision flickered, the wolfsbane keeping me pinned in place. But the sight of him—struggling, bleeding—sent something sharp through my chest. It wasn’t fear. It wasn’t even survival instinct. It was rage. The kind that burned through every ounce of exhaustion and sent me lunging forward before my body even registered what I was doing.

The book of forbidden magic was still in her hands, so I reached for it, but Shantel grabbed it first, moving faster than the speed of light. “This is what you came for?” She asked, raising the book in the air. “It's not what you think.” I tried to explain but a sharp growl cut me off. Words paused in my throat as a gigantic black wolf stormed into the library, its eyes glowing red like the blood moon on Eclipse night. Everyone stumbled back, including the council women, surprised by the sudden appearance of what I believe to be a Rogue, or better said, the king of Rogues. It growled loudly and thunderously, making my heart jump.

“You could end it, you know. Pick a winner. Let them live.” I snort. If only it were that easy. “Find me one who can last past the third sunrise, and maybe I’ll consider it.” Her presence flickers in front of me, like a whisp of smoke. “You’ve gone soft. I can smell it on you.” “Must be your imagination. The only thing soft here is the ground after the corpses hit it.” She chuckles and fades, leaving the back of my skull blessedly empty. I straighten, scanning the new arrivals. A witch crying into her hands. Two wolves are already posturing for dominance. A human, brave or stupid, probably both, trying to look like she belongs. Typical.

I felt my insides rumble with the fire setting off like a bomb, causing each vampire to dissolve into dust. Having gone through all these years of murder after murder of my kind, I let out a howl of pain. The other wolves joined me in my howl as we all let out our agony at losing the ones we loved. After I fell back to the ground and collapsed (Alexi and I both passed out), I let Alexi take over. Nicolas's point of view:

My bones begin to snap and move under my skin, but I ignore the pain. I'm growling loudly and ferociously. I can feel my body shifting. The look of shock on the molester's faces brings me utter joy. My mother's wolf spirit has finally come, and I'm going to tear these vile creatures to pieces. When I'm done shifting, I give control entirely over to my mother's wolf. The men don't even have time to put their disgusting penises back in their pants before they have lost them. We rip their heads off their bodies and claw open their chests. I want them in pieces. Unrecognizable clumps of blood and skin will do. Being dead is not good enough!

"But there's a spell... It's dangerous but it might be what you're looking for. Please don't hurt us." "Show me," I snapped stepping back to give her space. Henry's eyes glowed gold warning the witch his wolf was alert and ready. She rummaged through dusty old books flicking through the pages, scanning through spell after spell. Eventually she stopped her finger trailed down the yellowed page. An image of a twisted, monstrous wolf more Lycan than werewolf filled one page, lines and lines of foreign words filled the other. I snatched the book from her admiring the muscular depiction of the wolf. It stood on hind legs. Red blood dripped from it's teeth, the only color in the black and white im

The primal energy that radiated from Jette's lupine form left him spellbound, a witness to the convergence of the mystical and the mundane. The white wolf, now fully embodying the essence of the Wolfblood, locked eyes with Drew. There was a depth of understanding in those gaze—an unspoken connection that transcended the boundaries of human and wolf. Without hesitation, the wolf darted back into the depths of the forest, a spectral figure blending seamlessly with the moonlit foliage.

Axil smiled gently, "of course you were. I was reading a book on your human history. I'm trying to get up to date with all the events that have happened thus far, I'm sorry if I'm not of much help to you." "It's alright. I perfectly understand, that's a great idea. It saves us the trouble of explaining everything." I glanced back at the book I just gave up on, "I'm going to look for another book." Axil pushed his book aside and leaned into the table, crossing his arms on the surface, "before you do that... I've been curious." I looked back at him curiously. What was it that he wanted to ask now? "How much do you know about werewolves?"

I’ll use everything I have if need be, but I’ll live long enough to make sure he’s ready and strong enough. “What’s wrong?” Willow asks from the doorway. I don’t even open my eyes to look at her. Her scent already threatens to rob me of my sanity again, looking at her may just push me over the edge. “Take the book. Go to page one-hundred-and-sixty-three, and read the entry about the Ultima wolf.” I listen to her move around, the soft rustling of pages as she opens the book and starts reading. “What the hell is an Ultimate Alpha?” I smile when she goes quiet and a few minutes later says, “Oh. It’s you.”

"It is nice coming back to the pack... and it's all thanks to you." "So, this must be your daughter, Ivory," the woman said, her dark eyes locking onto me. She stepped closer, extending her arm to gently rub my chin, inspecting me like a prized possession. Every instinct in me screamed to yank my head away from her touch, but seeing the incredibly polite, careful manner my mom was using to communicate, I forced myself to stay perfectly still. We could not afford to offend the person standing in front of us. Suddenly, a rustling in the bushes broke the silence. A wild, massive wolf came bursting out of the tree line, running full speed straight towards us. Its snarl bared teeth that looked lo