Wolfsong Series Novels & Stories

I aimed at his torso next but this time, he knocked me off my feet with a growl. As the second wolf pounced on me from the side, I grabbed my mother’s favorite vase and smashed it against its head. It staggered and fell to the side. I plunged the dagger into its side as the first came at me again. The same way I handled the second, I struck at the first and was left with the third.

They couldn't afford to lose her. In the distance, a dire wolf howled, a long, lonely sound cutting through the cold air. Finn raised his head and answered. The distant dire wolf howled again and gave two sharp barks, the warning cry. Finn bounded to his feet and took off in the direction of the sound. His paws thudded the earth, over branches and dead leaves, pushing him quickly to a flat-out run.

I couldn’t stay there and continue to face the disgrace of that day. My wolf is still weak. From time to time, he would groan within me, maybe to tell me he was still there or a sign of mourning. With every movement on the ground, my body still burned with pain. Whenever my body brushed against a tree or hit a rock, the pain would multiply. However, my will prompted me to continue to move on. If this will be my end, so be it. it was better than staying in the clan where no one cared anymore.

my name echoed in my mind, not spoken, not imagined, simply there. A sound escaped me, a strange blend of a laugh and a sob. Then, the wolves surfaced within me, all at once. Orion's came first, a colossal, gold-eyed entity burning with restless instinct, pacing the confines of our shared consciousness like a predator finally catching its scent. Then Zeviar's, larger, quieter, like a tempest held captive beneath ice, approaching not with aggression, but with a recognition so immediate it made my chest ache.

The wolves, once a symbol of protection, now seemed like a menacing force, their eyes glowing with an unnatural light. Giovanni stood tall, his face a mask of determination. He moved with a grace that belied his strength, his eyes never leaving Prometheus. The tension in the air was thick, and heavy with the promise of violence. Suddenly, the wolves lunged. Solaris, the alpha, led the charge, his body a blur of motion. Prometheus raised his arms, his body taut with anticipation. A clash of bodies and a symphony of growls and snarls filled the room. The once-elegant hall was transformed into a savage battlefield.

She must want to hear him sing. “Go ahead.” He began to sing an old native wolf song, formally known to everyone as a song of war and freedom. The pitch of his voice was mind-blowing his voice brought life to the pack. He had taken everyone on a tour to the past, including Selene, who locked eyes with him she smiled with admiration, and while her eyes were focused on him, I could not pull my eyes away from her. The song finally stopped, and everyone introduced themselves. We had brought twelve more rogues to join my pack, now making it a whole nation of over two hundred wolves. We needed to expand soon, and I was making plans for it.

He grabbed at me through the bars, but I quickly jumped out of the way. I raised my hands and yelled, pushing the air, and he went sailing backward, hitting the wall again. He burst out laughing as he got to his feet. "You just proved my point." "And what point is that?" I was interested, despite myself. "The Skyefrost Pack was a pack of wolf witches." He shrugged. "We were lucky enough to catch the whole pack in their tents, and we took them down." "You unimaginable b*stard."

My wolf started to growl, lowering Mason down to my side. "You thought you can sneak up on us you bastard?" Biorn's taut voice echoed in my ear as my wolf started to feel anxious. "Stay!" I said steadily to Mason still looking straight into my enemies' eyes growling strongly. Here is the link to my facebook fan page https://www.facebook.com/rishanovel/

It was said that before that, the ancient Vooken citizens respected the wild animals residing in the great mountains such as bears and foxes but what brought them down on their knees were the wolves. It was believed that every full moon, people would leave freshly cut meat and cow milk at the base of every mountain of the country and they would be inside their house before sunset or they would be killed by the wolf god residing in the mountains. It goes berserk when his mate leaves him due to the beauty of the shining full moon in the sky. “Is the wolf god still living here?” Leo suddenly interrupted and Luke nodded at his question. “Some still believe that he still lives here but at the ver

Lane's POV Twelve massive drums pounded a primal rhythm, every beat shaking our chests, stirring the wolf in our blood. The pace picked up, like a pack running under the moon. Claws tore frozen ground, breath became a storm. Priests began chanting. It was an ancient wolf war song. The lyrics were long lost, leaving only deep, echoing syllables that spiraled between drums and horns—as if unseen wolf spirits gathered above, howling. Kaelen stopped three steps from the city gate.