Wolfwalker Book Novels & Stories

“Well, I am here. I know you all don’t trust me, but my only intention is to help you not end this world, our world. If I could trade positions with you, I would already have done so. At least I have nothing to lose, and my friends will understand.” “How much do you know about the Guardian?” “Not much. There’s nothing written in the modern books than a children’s version of the spirit of the wolf.” “An Alaskan alpha gave us a book, but I haven’t been able to read it. It has something to do with a wolf spirit and a woman with the power of a—” “Thousand wolves? That’s absurd, but yeah.” “Yeah.”

Before I know it, Bryan shifts and stands just as naked as the other guy. “My name is Bryan, and this is my granddaughter. We wish no harm and are just passing through on our way to The Royal Moon Pack.” I guess that must be the pack’s name where my parents are. “I see.” The guy says as He looks past Bryan and at my wolf. He walks past Bryan and comes close to me. But Sierra doesn’t like it and growls. “Easy little one. You are one beautiful wolf. You can shift now.” Sierra doesn’t do it, though. I don’t want to stand here naked.

As we walked, the soft thud of our footsteps echoed through the solemn space. Jeremiah, a wise and weathered wolf with a graying muzzle, carried an ancient book in his hands. Its leather cover was worn, its pages yellowed with age. We reached a magnificent wooden table, carved with the same designs, and Jeremiah gently placed the book upon it. "Lyra," he began, his voice deep and resonant, "this book holds the secrets of our pack's legacy, and within its pages lies the tale of the Silver Werewolf." My curiosity piqued, I leaned in closer, my eyes fixed on the book. "Tell me, Jeremiah," I said, my voice filled with anticipation. "What is the story of the Silver Werewolf?"

I tell him, before I start running to hide, pulling Issac along with me. Issac and I find a spot behind a bush and sit down, waiting. “So, did you learn anything from this book?” I ask and he nods. “Maybe.” He pulls the book out of his back pocket and starts going through the pages. The wolf senses and light from the moon making reading in the dark, while still hard not impossible. He stops at a page and shows it to me. “Apparently, if this book knows anything real, there’s like a whole pack ran by a golden wolf. Like even now, the golden wolf is like their Alpha.” He explains and I take the book to read over it.

"I love you" The white light stretching in front of him as it hits him. To know nothing after it . Everything goes dark, as he feels his consciousness fading. His body burns with the current, thrashing to only silent down . Staring at the full moon above with his moist eyes going still, he finally submits to darkness that laid the foundation of the rise of the one only know in books. It was indeed. "The begining of the death wolf" ........ Book 1 End. Book 2 titled : The Rise of death

Absolute silence but our eyes were speaking out loud. “How long are you planning to hold me?” trying to lose myself from him, I said but his hands were stronger than of any other wolves in Blackwood. Then I kicked him right between his legs with my knee. “What the fuck? Do you wanna kill me so badly Debra. It hurts.” He cried in pain and I was standing proudly after kicking his ass hard. Hope his mind is in right place now. “You should have better let me loose from your arm. You deserve it.” I smirked as I continue walking through the forest.

Confused, I muttered under my breath, "Where are you, Dickson?" My wolf spirit stirred within me. It guided me, led me toward a secluded part of the abandoned house where all this horror had unfolded. There, through the cracked walls and dust-filled air, I could hear Dickson’s voice—loud and fierce. He was fighting. Defending. Destroying every last one of Rosa’s men. Only Rosa was left. Dickson's POV I ran with all the strength I had. Every punch, every growl, every shred of pain reminded me what was at stake my children. My family. I couldn’t let Rosa win. I couldn’t let her madness take away everything that meant something to me.

But instead of old stories from my grandmother’s life, the pages were scrawled with strange symbols and sketches—shorthand in her handwriting explaining the purpose of different runes and sigils. Flipping through the pages, there were sketches of wolves, and the last page that she’d written in had a detailed rendition of a nightmarish wolf-beast that made my blood run cold at the sight of it, it’s eyes smudged over with charcoal in the shape of a protective rune. My heart raced when I realized what I was holding. This was no ordinary journal, it was a spell book.

’ She snarled back, “Wolves are not stupid creatures.’ ‘Nor are you humble.’ I grunted, flipping to the second page of my book. I stared down at the page and waited—waited for it to show me my life like it had shown me Sasha’s. There was no magic twisting my vision, but there was a sickening feeling in my stomach. The feeling made me want to chuck this book as far as I could and run—run in the other direction. ‘I won’t go too far.’ I reminded myself, using those words to soothe me. ‘I won’t go any further than the present.’ ‘And you certainly won’t skip to the end.’ My wolf added before shutting her trap. I had skipped to the ending of quite a few books in my lifetime, and she hated the habi

~The End~ Thank you all for reading, The Wolf Without a Name—Book 1 in the series. A paperback of this novel can be found on A****n with a beautiful cover you have to see. Book 2—Alpha Christian—will be coming soon to A****n, edited version. Want to read more books written by me? Visit my F******k page @ A.K.Knight or my I*******m account @athan941 to see my other werewolf/romance novels. Make sure to follow and like my social media accounts to be informed when Book 2 is available in both paperback and hardcopy.