Wolfwalkers Artwork Novels & Stories

My eyes drifted to the walls. Drawings, no, portraits covered them. Red wolves in every form imaginable. Some were fierce, captured mid-snarl, teeth bared and eyes blazing with something wild and unyielding. Others were calmer, regal even, standing tall with an almost human dignity. A few were sketched in charcoal, rough but alive with motion. Others were painted in rich oils, every strand of fur detailed so carefully it almost seemed like they could step out of the canvas. There were battles depicted too. Wolves standing against shadows, against flames, against things I couldn’t quite make out but somehow understood were enemies. And in between them, quieter pieces, wolves resting beneath t

There was something so savage about the whole kiss, something that made her think of wild, dangerous creatures. Jamie closed her eyes, letting herself fall into the hunger of the kiss. Immediately an image slashed into her brain, a drawing from the ancient book she'd been reading. The sketch was of a wolf, magnificent in its thick black pelt. But the face of the wolf made her think of Miko Volta's face and the stunning impact jolted her out of the kiss. "My god!" Jamie pulled her mouth away but Mike still held her head in his grasp. "What?" His voice sounded almost like a growl.

A red stone appeared in the center of the decoration. "Now you're part of the pack," Mikhail's voice snapped me out of my trance. “A black alloy of metals, as a symbol of black wolves, and a red stone is a symbol of the fire inside you,” he explained, pointing to his own, exactly the same pendant around his neck. Am I part of the pack now? Part of the family ... It seemed that tears were pouring down my cheeks ... It didn’t seem, but it was so ... I laughed stupidly, rubbing them over my face, and they kept flowing and flowing without stopping ...

The animal was rolling around on his back on the lawn. "Oh my God!" Saffron screwed her eyes up as she remembered, "No, oh no!" She could never un-see. Jack Goldsmith full frontal- again. Fuuck! She covered her eyes as if that would prevent her from remembering his incredible body. Powerful muscular arms, a full washboard of eight abs, and a pronounced vee shape leading to — Well, she wouldn't think about that spectacular part of his body. The only penis she had seen in real life was Jack's and never in a dream come to that. So, she wasn't sure if it was stupendous or not. But she would give him the benefit of the doubt. What in the world brought that dream on, and how would she face him wit

The Winterberg Village, which is home to humans, the Redberg Village, which is home to lycans; the Munster Village, which is home to witches; and the mountainous region, which is home to trolls and other ordinary supernatural beings. His disappointed contempt and indifference could only be persuaded by filling his time with what he did well: slaying monsters, abominations, and other creatures that he could defeat in a battle of power and brain. Yet it kept his mind occupied and his body in top form. And it was a lucrative venture. In a world where many warriors were criminals or enslaved fighters, many others, like him, were willing hunters for spectacle or simply bored and craved blood for

The trees seemed to huddle close, their branches twisting like fingers. But it was the paintings that really held me. He had paintings hung up on his walls. Pictures of werewolves They were everywhere, spaced carefully along the walls. Each one was different, from Alphas to Betaa to Gammas. I could tell by their images from my intense research on them. Landscapes drenched in moonlight. Wolves hidden in the shadows, their eyes glinting like stars through the dark. And the portraits... those were the ones that made me pause.

she said faintly. “It’s marvellous,” Raven can’t contain her enthusiasm, “these paintings, they’re so amazing. Look Marissa,” she clutches at her arm and I frown as Marissa impatiently pulls her maidservant’s arm away, “they all have wolves in them. Don’t you see?” Jackson smiles warmly at Raven. “It was Alpha Hades idea to bring in the outdoors inside. Our paintings pay homage to our shifter side and allow us to feel more comfortable.”

I heard Bazaar. I then know what the dark smoke was. It was wolfbane the substance they discovered to kill and weaken a wolf. The wolfsbane was now causing me difficulty breathing. My eyes run water and my vision became blurry still I didn't close my eyes. My eyes remained half-opened until I saw the dark dust that surrounded us slowly disappeared. When it did everyone within the wall was lying on the floor still and scared. It was not easy seeing them since my vision was still a bit blurry, but there was one image I could see clearly, and that was a white large werewolf that appears to be a she-wolf lying on the ground with a knife in its heart, covered in bright red blood. Bazaar walked ov

Three days later, the Eternal Portrait was done. I stared at my reflection on the canvas. Pale, thin, but I still held the dignity of a wolf noble. "It's beautiful," the artist said, wiping sweat from his brow. "Like a soul resting in the Moon Goddess's embrace." Soren stared at the portrait, his expression unreadable. "Now you need Wailers," he said, turning to me. "Do you have any idea how much that costs?" Wailers—an ancient class of wolves who used song to guide souls. A legendary Wailer cost enough to buy an entire estate for one ceremony.

She starts walking over to look at the cave wall she’s now illuminated. Greyson sends both his crystals to show more of the wall. Between them, they manage to show most of it. It’s a large mural. It seems to show Wolf-Shifters, a family of Shifters maybe? Each passing something down the line. The mural is ancient and crudely sculpted. It looks like all of the figures are women, but it isn’t clear. Greyson pulls out his notebook and sketches the mural, as Celine walks over to it. She tilts her head,