Wolfstar Ship Novels & Stories

Werewolves shifted partially, claws and fangs emerging as their primal instincts surfaced; humans grabbed cutlasses and pistols, steeling themselves against the looming danger. “Lucas, organize a defensive formation! Move swiftly!” she shouted, aware of the urgency that spurred them on. He nodded, the grin wiped away, replaced by a focus that pierced through the chaos as he directed the werewolves and human crew to prepare. The enemy vessel drew closer, cutting through the waves with lethal purpose. It bore the insignia of the notorious Captain Drago, and Amelia’s pulse quickened with the weight of impending confrontation. The tension in the air hung like a coiled serpent ready to strike, ea

"The moment that cargo ship is flagged, our wolves will board the vessel under the cover of a routine safety audit. We aren't just blocking their files anymore, Elena. We're taking the assets." The familiar, sharp wit returned to my mind, a tired but dangerous smile spreading across my face as I leaned into his warmth. I reached up, my open palms resting flat against the broad, heavy muscle of his chest, feeling the steady, rhythmic thud of his predatory heart through the thin fabric of his clothes.

Film images of bloodthirsty animals with huge fangs and claws, tearing people apart, came to mind. “Just don’t faint, mistress,” the guy said worriedly, observing her shocked look. - I think you will be against me touching you. And it is unknown how long you remain unconscious. And I’m not eager to touch you. He pointed his hand at her, and his tone was serious, without a hint of amusement. The thought of being touched by a werewolf made her dizzy. Anika took a deep breath, trying to keep her sanity and calm her anxiety. But this guy didn't look like the bloodthirsty beast from the movies. Quite a cute dog, or rather a wolf, with silky fur. The ideas about werewolves did not add up to the ex

I could see it was equipped with heavy weaponry and its three masts had deep red sails. The crew consisted of nine men and three women, which included the captain of the ship. I didn’t recognise any of the ones I could see from Westerfell, they all looked as threatening and hostile as the ship itself. From their tanned skin, tattoos, and sharp eyes, I doubted any of these werewolves were from our pack. I would ask Theon about their origin when I had the chance.

It’s not that dissimilar to what my parents did to Vedran as a child. And it will destroy the people’s faith in him. A wolfish smile spreads over my lips. A few enemy wolves slip Matej’s control and scramble up the sides of our ships. Built low, both to navigate the dangerous river and for passing wolves to be able to board, they make quick work of the sides. We always knew they would, even with Lieutenant Hana yanking the tiller back and forth to try to shake them off. I skitter across the deck and find myself face-to-face with the snarling maw of a dripping Tansy Beach wolf.

I replied to him but as soon as I spelled the name ‘Paul’, I gasped. “What happened? What is it?” Karien inquired as he saw me gasped all of sudden. I looked at him and asked, “Do you remember what was the shade of the wolf fur, and how big was he?” “He had slightly golden brown, white-colored mix fur and not so big as I saw a werewolf in movies. I don’t think he was a strong wolf but he was there attacking those two guys before I got there and he ran off as soon as he saw me” He said recollecting the memories of last night.

It hit like a tidal wave, dragging me under all over again. I forced myself to stand, weak and shivering. As I turned toward the mirror, something caught my eye, just for a moment. My wolf was there, but not like any I’d ever seen, she was massive, jet black, darker than night, darker than death itself. Her eyes burned like fire, vivid orange flames dancing in a soulless void. I screamed and stumbled backward, crashing to the floor, my heart pounding like war drums. When I dared to look again, she was gone. Only my own reflection stared back, shaken. What are you? I thought, clutching my chest.

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.

River answers didn't happen to me, I just remember the pain and then blacking out. "I never felt as free as I did when I went wolf, I don't remember what my colour was, I should have looked at my paws," Kyler whines, they went wolf and were conscious are they lying? "Yeah me neither, I didn't think of it," River answers him with a shrug before turning to me. "Who got your wolf to come out?" River asks me. "Uhh...alpha Rowan I think," I answer him, he sweet-talked my wolf, and things went dark before I went wolf, I can't remember shit.

Outside, the sun was sinking over the ocean in a blaze of red, orange, and purple. It would have been a beautiful sight, except: It was the night of the full moon. As this reality struck me fully, I moved my hand away. She grasped my wrist and pushed it back between her legs. “Use your fingers” she said, her voice a whisper. We lived on Vukasin, an internment island for werewolves. It was rather like a leper colony, yet not without its luxuries.