Wolfblood Book Novels & Stories

A book came out along with his hand, both fully intact. “The Courage to Trust,” by Dr. Franklin Reed. He had to be joking. There were hidden cameras here somewhere, I just knew it. No fucking way was the god of wolves cracking open a self-help book from the mortal realm. Sure enough, he fanned through the book eagerly, skipping over several chapters in the process. The tip of his tongue appeared from between his plump lips. He found the page he’d been looking for and quickly skimmed it. With a satisfied hum, he chucked the book behind his shoulder where it was swallowed up by that strange, shimmering magic.

But instead of old stories from my grandmother’s life, the pages were scrawled with strange symbols and sketches—shorthand in her handwriting explaining the purpose of different runes and sigils. Flipping through the pages, there were sketches of wolves, and the last page that she’d written in had a detailed rendition of a nightmarish wolf-beast that made my blood run cold at the sight of it, it’s eyes smudged over with charcoal in the shape of a protective rune. My heart raced when I realized what I was holding. This was no ordinary journal, it was a spell book.

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.

"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

“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

I flipped the second page open and began reading. “After finding his mate and claiming her as his, the alpha moved to make it known under the crimson moon.” Though I had a foggy mind while reading the first sentence, my mind put the words together to make sense. This was a werewolf lore book just like the ones I’ve devoted myself to reading in the last week, but unlike those, this was a children’s book. I snapped it shut, got up, and hurried away from Zion’s room. I entered mine, went through the three books I had gotten from the store, and set them down on the bed.

"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