Wolfram Anime Novels & Stories

It was good she found out before she tried to cut through it herself. Eine played with her new toys in her room, while Foxley ran around to follow his drone. However, he played it strangely. He would try his best to perch it somewhere he could reach and retrieve it himself. He said, he was training to be a ninja—and Wolfram was the daimyo. Too much TV, Wolfram thought. “So… are you heading to work tomorrow?” Delta asked as she and Wolfram lagged behind the maids running to catch the ninja. She watched how the maids brought out a net to safely catch the little boy.

I rustled through my desk drawers next to my bed, found my sketchbook and pencils, and sat down in my office chair. “Let me call you back, “I said to David. “Take your time,” he said with another big yawn before letting me go. I set down my phone and I began my drawing of the wolfen goddess I’d been with, looking over her shoulder at me like she had the night before when I’d taken her from behind.

A vision flared in his mind not of his own life, but of wolves before him. He saw Selene bathed in light, her eyes fierce as she stood between night and dawn. He saw Elyra’s blade, soaked in shadow and sorrow, as she carved paths through broken timelines. He saw Aelira, quiet and graceful, weaving moonlight like thread, patching the fabric of shattered realms. He saw them dissolve into the threads, becoming memories, becoming myths. Then he saw Kaelen, Raelin, and Sira, not as wolves, but as pillars of balance, bloodied, tired, and still standing.

I could also see he was wearing a white fur coat. “Thank you for having us Madam Amelia.” Kent said with a bow. “Of course.” I couldn’t see my mother but I heard her voice and it was quivering. “Does he have to stay like this?” I roamed my eyes around and gasped as I spotted a black dog—no,not a dog, a wolf. I had never seen a wolf in broad daylight. My gasp may have been loud because Kent’s head turned up to locate the sound. This enabled me to see his face. It was more innocent than I expected. His face was paper white with flushed pink cheeks. His nose was almost as buttoned as Marianna, but his jaw was where you could see the alpha. It moved as he looked around. It was sharp enough to cu

“I heard a baby crying as I passed by one of the burnt houses. There, under the boards, lay a bundle with a child. It was Yaroslava. I don't know what happened, but there was a dead man lying next to her. - Wait. Are you saying that a pack of wolves was attacked by people? “We haven’t found out for sure. In addition, at home, no traces of their stay were found anywhere else. But after she was with me, or rather with my mother, they began to encroach on me. Either the car's brakes fail, then the attack is in the evening. In general, I didn’t immediately connect it with the baby, but then ... I don’t know what happened, and why this someone needs her, but he’s definitely a werewolf, because a

wrong. I forced myself to meet her gaze. “Is that... bad?” Lyra didn’t answer right away. Instead, she studied me,really studied me. Not with pity, but curiosity. Wariness. Maybe even caution. “It’s rare,” she said at last. “Very rare. Most wolves awaken by the age of sixteen. Yours is… silent.” I dropped my gaze to the blanket, fingers curling into the fabric. I didn’t know what to say. I hadn’t shifted. Hadn’t heard a voice in my head. No instincts. No presence. Just… emptiness.

"What's that?" "What's what? Oh, the wolf?"

My wolf won’t have this! ^~^

"What do you mean by that?" "Kahlia..." Frank leaned forward and looked at the young wolf with a serious, intense gaze. "...Willow is a Sprite, that means she carries magic within her. She's an empath and will become a healer, following in her mother, sister and her uncle's footsteps. I think she will know her own body better than anyone and be able to decide for herself what her body can cope with, esepcially with all those healers around her to support her, don't you think you may be just looking for excuses to cover your guilt of being fated to someone not a werewolf?" Kahlia looked at the floor in shame as his wolf whimpered within him.

Sophie laughed. "You really entertained us this morning Daya. I couldn't stop laughing and to think you called her an evil spirit who was here to take over your mate got me rolling" Mira laughed. "Really? I got my wolf?" I asked excitedly. "Yes so you can stop being dump. My name is Snow, and you can call me the beautiful one" The voice said. Rather my wolf said.