Wolfblood Book Novels & Stories

I went to the inner room to check for a book that could be of help at all. In the dim light of the library hall, I wandered through the aisles, my fingers trailing along different volumes of books. The air was thick with the scent of dusty and old paper. As I turned a corner, an old, leather-bound book caught my eye. Its name cover was wrapped with strange design that seemed to shimmer faintly from the rest. It was the eyes of the rarest species of werewolves...... The white wolves. Curiosity got the better of me, I pulled the book from the shelf and opened it.

’ ‘Who? ‘Werewolves, the male werewolves specifically.’ I frowned, even more confused, ‘What’s the book about?’ Everett ran his fingers through my hair, his eyes glistening as he spoke, ‘A female Alpha.’

"Oh. Right." They settled in front of the desk. Autumn pulled a thick book from one of the shelves and placed it in front of Callie with a soft thud. The cover was old, the leather cracked and worn, like it had been opened a thousand times by a thousand different hands. Autumn started pacing, her hands clasped behind her back. Callie opened the book and began flipping through the pages slowly, taking in the strange drawings and symbols. "A long time ago," Autumn began, her voice taking on the cadence of someone telling a story they'd memorized, "the ancient wolves were growing extinct. Threats came from all sides… different species, humans, vampires. Everyone wanted us dead or enslaved or co

“I think he is perhaps mixed with black leopard—humans call them panthers.” Jessie managed to keep her mouth from falling open despite her shock. “Wouldn’t his hair be black? I mean, Valiant has orange-red hair similar to a lion. I met Flame and he has light red hair but he’s got the cat eyes. I could see that right off.” Breeze bit her lip. “I can’t discuss this with you, Jessie.” “Why not?” Breeze hesitated again but blew out a breath. “You are a friend to us and save our

“Or, maybe it’s just because I was born into the werewolf world that it seems easier.” “Do they breed their young girls against their will like the werewolves do?” I asked with a disgusted tone. “Vampires look at sex much differently than the wolves,” she said. “Wolves are similar to humans. They get off on pornography and violent sex acts like…” I grabbed her hand and squeezed it. I knew that she was referring to the night she’d been raped and then disemboweled on film. I didn’t want her to have to relive that by talking about it.

He was an exception Not just because he was still left with a heart even after being a rogue But because the heart he managed to preserve was made of gold As he laid on his back all bloody and bruised his brown eyes met mine The same eyes which showed me his extent of loyalty few days back. Flashback I should turn back I thought as I saw fog clouds ahead of me It's been an hours journey out of the pack grounds already. As I turned around to leave my eyes were met with two sparking brown eyes. I was shocked for a second but I managed to recover. An average looking warewolf stood in front of me with a dull brown coat. He sensed average and I felt a little less afraid. He started taking steps t

I was actually worried the knowledge might somehow repel her from me. My mind reeled at the strange twist of events. This could be a stroke of luck. Snuggling next to me was an original vympire that had an original lycanthrope as her protector. Perhaps they knew the answer for Bruce’s situation. Lycanthrope or werewolf, it mattered little to me what to call it. If they could help I needed to make friends with Garth, and quickly.

“Werewolves are people who morph into vicious wolves, according to some legends. The weaker ones look exactly like a normal wolf and can be seen in some cold weathered parts of the world. The powerful ones are mutants—a combination of human and wolf. They have a hairy human head with sharp fangs, elongated sharp claws, and a fur-covered human body. But both are bloodthirsty beasts who can not control their lust for killing. They have a thousand times more senses than anyone else—” When William felt something strange, he had to stop reading. He wasn't sure what he was feeling, but it seemed like his instinct was telling him to leave his tent. He couldn't contain himself any longer and got up

She walked closer to one of the big shelves and touched it. She knew she wasn't supposed to be there, but she couldn't help looking around more. She took one book from the shelf and cleaned off the dust on it. She saw a picture of a black wolf on the cover of the book, which was titled A Pack of Wolves. "I can't believe a man like him reads fantasies." She scoffed. She was going through the books when her eyes suddenly caught a book. The book had a black cover with no picture on it. "Werewolves rule." She read it silently. She was about to open the book when she suddenly heard something whispering behind her.

The books were the code of conduct of the werewolves for centuries and centuries, written and bound with magic with access granted to only the wolves council and it took the magic of more than one of them to access and open them. They contained our origins, prophecies, myths and laws, and everything you could ever think possible about the werewolf world and every creature had their books. "And she changed the books of the vampires, traveling to manipulate the king into thinking that he needed to sacrifice a silver wolf to be more powerful." She truly was an evil bitch. "So..." I took in a deep breath, "You mentioned red wolves being born with dark spirits but what if I am an exception." "Tha