Wolfsong Series Novels & Stories

Seraya gasped behind me, and I could feel her hold on to my shirt again, looking at the bow. Wolfsbane and silver combined was very deadly and no wolf can survive it, not even a strong alpha. The poison from wolfsbane burns the blood, and silver weakens the wolf completely. It was no wonder the rogues died the moment he shot them. I didn’t say anything and just glared at Caleb, my fists tight with my body shaking from trying to stay calm. Caleb was pushing me and he wanted a fight but if I moved the wrong way, I might not live to fight with him at all.

“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

“She loved this pack enough to die for it. I failed her. But I will love her… beyond every dawn.” He closed his eyes. And sang. The lullaby echoed through the garden. Soft at first. Then stronger. Voices joined him—first a few, then dozens, then all. A thousand wolves howled the melody into the sky. A harmony of grief, gratitude, and promise. Sophie’s lullaby became the pack’s anthem. A unity forged not through dominance—but through memory. As the sun broke over the eastern ridge, Dylan whispered his final vow: “I will sing for you until the day I fall… and even then, I’ll howl from the wind.”

Sarah’s song never faltered, though the words twisted into something darker. “Sleep, little wolf, your pack is gone, The storm will sing till break of dawn. No moon to guard, no flame to see, You belong to only me.” Her grin widened, madness glinting in her eyes. But Storm’s stare didn’t waver. Beneath his lashes, his pupils shimmered with threads of gold, Blaise’s gold. The light spread through his irises, faint but steady, until the shadows bent away from him. He was the storm that was raging outside, calling to his daddy…

Rex exclaimed, panic rising in his mind. "Nothing will happen to either of them. Anatashi would never allow any of you to get hurt." Moon said walking over to Kurgi, joining hands with him, going from two people to one wolf, with one ice blue eye and the other a fire orange. It was scary, but beautiful at the same time. "Kai, Singularis, proceed." Moon/Kurgi waved. Both wolves circled around each other, steam puffing out of their noses and throwing fire from their eyes. Kit made the first move, running in a zig zag pattern, 3 times to the right, and twice to the left, then he vanished!

Before I could complete my words, I saw her pet wolf rising to his feet from where he laid, looking at Evolet. His sudden behaviour interrupted my discussion with her, leaving me wondering why this pest had gotten to his feet. “What’s wrong, Wolfy?” Evolet asked, cupping the animal’s face. But he kept on looking at her. “Why is he acting like that? Is he hungry?” I asked, even if I didn’t care. But that’s when the unexpected happened. As Evolet was talking to her wolf, the beast suddenly growled out, pushing Evolet aside. All of a sudden, he jumped right at the back of Eve’s seat and we heard a loud scream!

The brakes of the bus let out an awful shriek as it came to a stop, and I awkwardly shuffled down the too-thin aisle with all my worldly possessions crammed into the bulky suitcase. My ears rang with the melancholic howl of a far away wolf, singing into the night as my boots hit the old gravel that passed for pavement at the bus stop. The sound reverberated in my chest, welcoming me back to the place I spent so much time at growing up, a place where wolf calls and the chirp of peeper frogs were more common sounds than gun shots and police sirens. Moonhollow Village, as small as it was, seemed enormous when it was so late at night and I was all alone.

Too quiet. Rosa, Dickson, Lycan, and I walked side by side, weapons drawn. “No birds,” Rosa said. “No tracks either,” Dickson added. “That’s not normal.” Lycan sniffed the air. “They’re here.” We stopped near a clearing. That’s when we saw them. Three dead wolves. Not killed by humans. Not by blades. But torn apart. Clawed. Bitten. “We need to go back,” I whispered. “Now.”

I always wondered why there are no black wolves in the modern world. More precisely, why I have not yet come across one. After all, my inner beast is a black wolf. And the answer was simple - I'm from another world, the world of magic and sorcery. Also, the gift of fire flows in my veins, and after traveling to the universe of my ancestors, I was finally able to curb it. It was only after visiting the house of my grandparents that I managed to truly learn how to control my flame. Now I will no longer allow you to wipe your feet on me, because my strength is in no way inferior to the strength of any alpha male. The frightened puppy is a thing of the past and, if necessary, I will force everyo

feeling. I'm beginning to panic. I can't wrap my mind around how I could be a wolf! How is this possible? I ask myself out loud as I'm pacing the yard. I feel that same feeling; my eyes are burning, my heart is beating fast, and my fingers are hurting this time more than the first time, causing me to scream so loud that my sisters come running outside. I'm now at my knees, holding my eyes shut and my hands in the pockets of my hoodie. They get to my side asking what's wrong, trying to help me up in trying to hide what's happening to me, but the pain is so intense I can't fight it monaye grabs my left hand out of my pocket when I fall over in intense pain she looks at my hand and drops it qu