Wolfed Novels & Stories

🐾 Luna Pernwél They had cut off the powersource at the base of the mountain and we had only the candlelight to guide us. My eyesight had changed because of my wolf's nature and seeing in the dark was no longer an obstacle to me. Everyone’s eyes glowed around me, adapting to the darkness. “Every pack member, go to your places!” Jake bellowed through the tent. “Non-warriors, return home and close the doors and windows.” He motioned towards the mothers and children, while the female warriors ushered them to their houses in an organised way.

he shouted, just as a rogue wolf lunged toward me from the side. Without hesitating, Josh leapt into the fray, transforming midair into his wolf form. His fur, a striking blend of dark grays and earthy browns, bristled in the moonlight as he threw himself at the rogue with a snarl. His teeth flashed as he collided with the rogue, knocking it off course and sending it sprawling to the ground. They rolled together in a tangled, snarling mess of fur and claws, but Josh was quicker, more precise. He locked his jaws onto the rogue’s shoulder, holding firm despite the rogue’s desperate thrashing.

Apparently, she's one of a unique kind— an Emberfold wolf…… Fiery,mainly orange and red-furred wolf that would raise questions when seen. Rumors have it that if you leave your wolf for over five years without letting it out, they would cut communication with you, and you might not get the opportunity to force them to speak anymore. But that wasn't the case for Akira… Aya had been loyal to her throughout her days of slavery and the freedom taken away from her.

He took a seat on the step and signaled for Clara to sit next to him. "You haven't asked who bit you yet." Clara automatically grabbed her calf, the pain felt like a distant memory now. She felt the less she knew the easier it would be to forget. "Wolves are pack creatures. We live for the pack. Without one we will go crazy. Without one you will go crazy." "What are you talking about?" Clara was confused.

I couldn’t undermine what it was; I never found out no matter how many times she did it. … The sound of horses rolling in from several areas of the pack made me jump in excitement. The classical male wolves from noble families in their rich tuxedos, the 1960s musicians who were always there to entertain, and the elders in their roped-up attire—all here for the celebration.

One by one, the soldiers crumbled. “Retreat!” Xareth bellowed, his voice sharp and loud, so loud it felt like it split the earth. Those who could still run, did. My wolf turned to follow, then pain hit. A blinding, searing, soul-piercing pain as an arrow lodged deep into my wolf’s flank. Not just any arrow, one tipped with that cursed green fire. It spread instantly, like venom made of flame. It burned through muscle, nerves, spirit, everything.

THERESA I jumped onto the enemy wolf, trying to get a good hold of his back. I latched my claws to his body as if he were a piece of rock I was climbing. Thick blood stained my paws. He bucked, but I kept hold of him, riding him as if he were a wild bronco. Nausea bubbled in my stomach. The wild ride was not mixing well with the wolfsbane that was still in my system. I swallowed back the vomit and tightened my grip on him. I would not give in to the wolfsbane or to him. I had to keep him away from Nikolai. It would be far too impossible to fight two wolves at once. Especially such big and trained ones as these. Alpine Snow Pack had certainly not sent their runts out here.

“What is your name?” He was silent for a long moment. Like he was deciding whether to trust me. Whether I deserved the truth. Finally, he spoke. “Kade Blackwood.” My blood turned to ice. Blackwood. The pack that was slaughtered six months ago. Every wolf was murdered in a single night. The massacre that made rogues everywhere hunted on sight. I was hiding the wolf everyone wanted dead. And my father was right outside.

she said, near tears. I sighed and rubbed my face. “When a wolf doesn’t have a pack or a family he’s considered a rogue. It’s an extremely dangerous thing to be. A wolf needs community, needs to feel useful and that he belongs. If he’s alone he’ll do very desperate things to survive. The pack to our far north east is called Venom. Because as you saw firsthand they are pure poison in every sense of the word. They want chaos and believe only the strongest survive. They take unknowing she-wolves from the cities and stage these combats. They charge a fee to even do it,” I said, trying to stop myself. I’d already said way too much.

Only one wolf had fur as black as the night itself and orbs red as burning coal, Vulcan, Azriel's wolf. What was he doing here? How did he.... Her thoughts were interrupted when another vicious growl echoed in the air followed by the rogue's attack on Vulcan. Vulcan snarled in response and dodged the rogue by jumping to the side. The rogue let out another dark growl but before he could turn around, Vulcan tackled him to the ground. He gave him no time to recover and aimed at his neck. His sharp canine pierced into his throat and tore it off in the twinkling of an eye. Blood flew out like rain.