Wolfwalkers Novels & Stories

“What are we dealing with?” The scout hesitated. Then said something that made Ryan’s instincts sharpen instantly. “Not just wolves.” Silence. Ryan stepped forward slowly. “Explain.” “There are… others.” Ryan’s voice dropped. “What kind of others?” The scout swallowed. “We don’t know. But they don’t move like wolves.” Ryan’s mind immediately went to one place. Stormwalkers. Across the room, one of the elders spoke quietly. “It’s begun.” Ryan turned sharply. “What has?”

I felt Dallas stir, anger flaring hot beneath my skin. “What they really wanted was entertainment,” Jane said. “They fed girls wolfbane elixir and watched.” My mother’s cup trembled as she set it down. “They wanted to see our wolves leave us,” Jane whispered. “They laughed when we screamed.” The room felt smaller. Heavier. “I was among the girls,” she said. “I drank it too.” My father’s eyes darkened. “It felt like dying,” Jane continued. “Some of us didn’t survive the separation.”

Charlotte is greeted with surprise when her beloved prince brings home a pregnant she-wolf, and worst of all a half-sister she never knew. The revelation, betrayal and oppressions sentenced her to death, not until life gave her a second chance when a small pack saved her. There she discovers her late mother’s birth pack and discovers her true identity. Five years later, her pack grew into a powerful force. Known as the mysterious Queen of Wolves and the only existing Alpha Female in the world. An invitation to the Moon Ball as her first public appearance and the chance to extract revenge against the royal wolves. It won’t be easy when the dangerous and unpredictable Alpha Alexios has his eye

Beside me lay the motionless form of what looked like a nightmare - part wolf, part something else entirely, with unnatural proportions and teeth that belonged in a horror movie. A nightwalker. I'd heard stories about them but never believed they were real. They were wolves exiled turning rogues and then those rogues becoming twisted by dark magic, neither fully alive nor dead, existing only to hunt and destroy. The fact that one had attacked me here, now, meant this wasn't a random assault. Someone had deliberately sent it after us. "Lyn," I whispered, my voice hoarse and raw. Where was he? The last thing I remembered was being locked in combat with the nightwalker, trying to get to my boy

Her call is an echo on the wind, a summons to battle that cannot be ignored. Beside her appears a pair of wolves, Aoron and Eta. They connect with the werewolves, seeking compatible partners amidst the pack. Together, they unleash a powerful howl and charge towards the Drider. They attack from all directions, their claws and teeth deadly weapons that tear and rend. Gradually, they manage to break all the Drider's legs, incapacitating it.

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.

“Who?” “The House of the Wolves, your Majesty.” Akira’s heart seemed to jump out of her chest as it became the only sound in the room. “Alpha Flavian Fauntleroy arrived with a hundred other werewolves and now they’re cleaning the vampires on the eastern gate. Reports have also mentioned that they’re protecting the unconscious body of Fenrir Fauntleroy.” If her heart hammered the first time, this time it dropped. The sudden anxiety that washed over her was overwhelming as worry got the best of her and she could not stop the words from leaving her mouth. “Unconscious? W-Why is he unconscious?”

Gregory took his glass back to the couch and sat down. I looked around the room, but no one seemed the least bit excited to start in on the story. I cleared my throat. “The Marsan family and their connections are the largest hunter contingent in North America. We have over one hundred members cataloged, but higher numbers are likely. We took out seven tonight, with only one survivor.” I shot everyone another glance before continuing. “We know they were after the lost Wulver girl for years, but we do not know why. In a twisted turn of events, that girl is also mated to the alpha of the largest pack on the continent. If they discovered she was mated to that alpha, they would surely be after th

She had to find a way to talk to Jamie Dalton Volka. She probably shouldn't have been surprised at the size of the crowd in the bookstore. After all, when a well-known local resident, in fact, the head librarian, wrote a book that was moving up the charts, people would certainly turn out en masse for it, and they did. She had listened while Jamie spoke about writing her book. How her fascination with wolves had led her to do her research and write this romance about a wolf and a human. She hadn't, however, given any hint as to what had sparked her interest in the first place. Paranormal was a very popular genre with people these days. Lia wondered what they'd say if they knew there was more

But that was because the Northern Star pack had something that other packs didn't; their Luna was a witch. The fated union between a werewolf and a witch hadn’t gone down smoothly with puritans but sixteen years on, Ulf and Estrid had defied all odds and united their pack. Their love for each other inspired unity and peace amongst their people while their tenacity and bravery was what drove them to protect their people.