Wolfsong Series Novels & Stories

The air was thick with energy as the pack howled in unison continuously. Their voices rising together in a haunting symphony that echoed through the night. Among them was young George, sharing in the experience of the full moon’s power with the rest of the pack. His wolf form stood tall amidst the others, his howl blending seamlessly with the collective chorus of the wolves, their voices rising and falling like waves in a wild, ancient melody. The howling didn’t stop—it filled the air, the sound of it vibrating through the mansion, a reminder of the raw, untamed power of the full moon. It was a night of transformation, of pain and triumph, of endings and new beginnings.

But it's something. The flames rose higher, engulfing the platform, and Ronan's body was lost in the light. The eastern wolves began to hum again — that low, mournful dirge that vibrated in the bones. The southern refugees joined in, and then the Ironmaw wolves added their voices, a deep, rumbling harmony that seemed to shake the ground. The Nightclaw scouts raised their muzzles to the sky and howled — not a hunting howl, but a mourning howl, a sound of grief and honor and farewell.

No Species had asked to be genetically altered with animal DNA, it hadn’t been a choice they were given, and their only so-called crime had been to survive year after year of abuse at the hands of scientists, doctors, and researchers who used their bodies to create drugs to help humans. Not that they got much appreciation for any medical advancements their suffering had provided. The door opened and Tiger popped his head in cautiously. “I could hear you snarling from next door.” He edged inside and closed the door. “Are you all right?” “It’s just a bad day.” “That’s not uncommon. Has something happened that is unusually bad?” “We just have a new group of people to contend with.” “We always d

He was more than a werewolf his eyes were blazing like fire, the little girl now a dragon, had wing, she must have been a dragon before, and many that went toward the exit were burnt by the fire, the warriors tried all they could, but their strength was not enough, and just one breath, and fire came out of her mouth, and all the perimeter where the soldiers were, was covered in such a great fire that made it impossible for any one to escape, and in a short time, they all died and there was not even a single one that escape to tell the story of what they had seen, to any one, when they all had died, the tree of them were still beasts and they headed towards the settlement, and it was a few st

A rustle of snow. A shadow moved. Then— A lone wolf stepped out of the darkness. Massive. Black fur. Eyes glowing silver. Rylan stiffened instantly. “Not possible.” Kade swore. “That can’t be—” Lyra’s heartbeat tripped. The wolf lowered its head… in a bow. “What is that?” she whispered. Rylan’s voice was barely human. “A sentinel.” Lyra’s breath caught. Sentinels were ancient wolves said to serve only one bloodline—one house. A house believed extinct.

As I pushed open the door, the crisp night air washed over me, carrying with it the haunting cry of the wild. My eyes widened as I realized what I was hearing. It wasn’t the horses in the stables, it was the howl of a wolf, and it was close by the stables and the main house, making me wonder what had caused the animal to drift off. Wolves never came close to humans or cities unless it was lost or potentially hurt. Fear mingled with intrigue as I followed the sound, my eyes looking at the edge of the property. Moonlight bathed the landscape, casting an ethereal glow on the rolling field and towering trees. And there, in the distance, silhouetted against the night sky, stood a lone wolf, grey

I focus a bit more and notice that one of the wolves is Sylas; he has to be fighting Laslo. Sylas is a huge gray wolf, bigger than Laslo’s white wolf. Laslo’s wolf is swiping at Sylas, and his claws connect here and there. Sylas twists his body and kicks Laslo’s wolf, sending it flying into a tree. Laslo’s wolf lays at the base of the tree, sprawled out. Sylas marches to the tree base and hovers over Laslo’s wolf, snarling and biting. His jaw reaches over and grabs at the white wolf’s neck.

Seconds later, my wolf shook out her pale fur and lifted her head to sing to the moon. My transformation served like a trigger, compelling the pack to shift into their wolves. A cacophony of howls and snarls tore through the quiet night. Next to the wolf Magnus stood with Marcel in his arms, looking at the sea of transformed wolves below. With their necks craned, they joined in chorus to offer their song to the moon. The sound filled the night with an eerie, but strangely beautiful melody. It echoed through the mountain pass, down to the villages below.

Leo was similarly holding River’s arm, though I think for the latter reason based on the way Rivers’ eyes were narrowed at the three unknown guests. Hale’s son Austin was leaning by the fireplace, and now I could see he had a prosthetic leg, with his mate Suzanne looking ready to snap necks if the situation required it. I caught Léonel’s eye, silently questioning what was going on. All my nephew could offer was a shrug. Logan moved to stand at the other side of the fireplace and gestured to Sage and me as he addressed the three old wolves on the sofa. “You asked for the Carlisle with anything to do with an eclipse. That’s the one. Sage Carlisle, the eldest of the twins whose wolf is named Ec

Sister Song cried out. This was a wolf five times the size of a regular wolf. With a gray coat of fur and its snarling mouth showing its sharp teeth, it stood there ready to pounce when needed. The eyes were ever vigilant on Blake and Sister Song’s movement and were about to leap to them when a sharp swish came, and to the expression on Blake’s face, he never expected what happened.