Wolfwalkers Artwork Novels & Stories

is a wail in my mind, frustration at being captured mixed with dread of being taken from our mate, from our pack. My gaze follows the pictures, to the opposite side of the stone walls where a large mosaic picture of the White Wolf stares back at me. If my current situation wasn’t so dire, I would be in awe of the art, it was breathtaking…Mum’s wolf was breath-taking. My eyes squint, my body moving closer as I notice a gold circle at the position of her

"Hard to argue with that." While her father was pulled into a conversation with a senior Council member, Willow wandered through the rows of art. The pieces were arresting—hyper-realistic depictions of the natural world and ancient lupine myths. One painting showed a Great Wolf with fur of liquid gold, eyes burning with a primal, ancient fire.

Behind the Godly Wolf were four more wolves, the largest being a red wolf, looking almost as powerful as the silver wolf. “There is an inscription on the back, I have never seen it but I was told the painting was of the Goddess Inanna and her lover after they had defeated her father Anu. The wolves surrounding her were her Knights and the other four were a king's most trusted warriors, also knights. The inscription on the back says: As it was once before, it shall become again. The goddess Inanna and King Connor.”

"Look at the detail." Zyan looked down at the thick parchment. Sketched in dark, sweeping strokes of charcoal was a breathtakingly intricate rendering of the Silver Paw pack crest, surrounded by incredibly lifelike wolves woven into a Celtic knot design. The shading was flawless, capturing the raw, feral energy of the animals with perfect precision. "Emerald drew these?" Zyan asked, his voice dropping into a low, genuinely impressed rumble. He looked up, meeting Emerald's wide, slightly nervous eyes. "These are incredible. You have a serious gift."

Stumbling through the entrance in a wobbly state, warped her surroundings once more and teleported her into her home, where she found a large wolf waiting. Ears perked up at her arrival and its gaze flicked to her as she fell over in surprise. The wolf was large, with glossy fur as black as the cosmos, a long, fluffy tail that swished to a steady rhythm, and eyes like glittering gold. It approached her lightly. Using its nose, it nudged her hand up to say she could touch. She hesitated, slightly recoiling in fear. The wolf closed its eyes in understanding and nuzzled her hand in encouragement. The softness of its fur soothed her instantly and it leaned into her touch before shifting into its

The lab was very quiet for a moment. I moved to the far wall because standing still in a room that smelled the way this one smelled while processing what Kaelen was reading was not something my body wanted to do. The drawings stopped me. Crude, scratched directly into the stone rather than carved with any skill, but specific. Bodies in various states that I was going to file in the category of things I had seen and would deal with the feelings about later. Wolves. Figures with something flowing out of them that the artist had rendered as light, though whether they had intended it to look hopeful or terrible was genuinely unclear.

I had to tell Cole. Cole was our Alpha and he would know exactly what to do with this information. What my brother and the other wolves dont know is that our pack has been under attck by witches using black magic. Dead wolves have been found around the territory with their hearts ripped out and turned to sludge. Weird symbols were carved into their bodies.

It was a cozy quiet room and it smelled like old books. Lyle walked straight to the desk and pulled the desk chair out. Amaris could see the desk in front of her was a carved ornate piece, that was most likely very old. It too, like many of the things that she had seen in this place, had scenes depicting trees and woods and wolves on mountain tops. While Lyle was doing something at the back of the desk, Amaris took the time to look at the carving in the center of the front of the desk. It was a wolf who appeared to be glowing on a mountain top under a very large full moon. Further down the piece, there was a wolf clearly injured at the glowing wolf’s feet and below that there were men and wo

Just unmarked leather and the weight of secrets waiting to be discovered. I opened it carefully, mindful of pages that looked fragile enough to crumble at a touch. The first page made me gasp aloud. Ink drawings filled the yellowed paper—not the crude sketches of an amateur, but artwork of remarkable skill and disturbing beauty. A wolf, massive and powerful, its eyes rendered in such detail I could swear they were watching me from the page. And beside it, a woman in flowing robes, her hand extended toward the beast as if in offering or benediction.

I opened my eyes. I was holding a sizeable photo frame, which looked as though it had been hand carved from cedar wood. Inside was a beautiful watercolour, depicting three wolves: one stood in the middle, facing forwards, and two set slightly back behind it, turned slightly away. The one in the middle was brown, the one to the left cream, and the one on the right was a silver toned white. I smiled – they were Rosa, Jacob, and I. A beautiful, bottle green forest surrounded them, with an ethereal moon shining high above. “Rosa,” I breathed, awe-struck. “This is incredible.”