Wolfwalkers Novels & Stories

Elena wiped her tears and asked with wide eyes. “It wasn’t really difficult to say who had grudges not only against Evandor and our pack, but also personally against Isabella. The biggest and the most ancient pack the history of werewolves!” Rose gritted her teeth and let Elena complete her statement. “Midnight Walkers!”

I responded. "Why are you with her? What do you want with Karen?" she asked, almost sounding protective, and I became curious. Why would witches be protective towards a Hunter? Unless she did not know who Karen was. Because the witches were the most affected by Giles' and John's rampage. "What do you want with her, wolf?" She asked again, sounding a bit impatient and condescending. "If you were so curious, you shouldn't have waited for me to come here in the first place before asking," I stated, and she sighed impatiently.

If only he knew , I was the very mate of the man he hated with his everything. "I am sorry Dan." I whisper lowly, already knowing tomorrow's fate. Letting myself enjoy the safety of him embrace one last time. For from tomorrow,I will be safe will be no where. Not even with him. ..... The next day Chaos fills the hunters territory as the news of the werewolf kingdom attacking it, travelled down the villages. Daniel stood at the entrance with Thora to see Volkan walking down the trail towards them, a army of pack wolves followed following behind, waiting for his command.

But unfortunately, we were attacked along the way by vampires and the witch Rowena. It was then I came to know she was mother's sister, older by a year. Learning that caused more pain to me. I couldn't understand why that cursed witch would kill her own sister, and why she was after my life and that of Amara's and mother's old friends. I couldn't understand. Rowena killed Amara right before my eyes, and Amara used her last dying strength to send me away using her magic. I woke up in a strange forest, all alone. And that was too much to bear for a five year old. I didn't know how my life turned for the worst in few days. I was all alone, I had lost soo much in my life. My mother, my home and

“How can we trust that others aren’t near? Even if Skye wouldn't hurt you or Kath, or us, even, that's not to say that the others wouldn't. If your nightmate is a werewolf, then there are surely others. I’m surprised we did not know of them before moving. If we had, we would never have come here.” I wanted to stand up, to throw my chair aside with such force that it crumpled against the floor. Instead, I took a very slow, very deep breath. “There are others,” I admitted. “An entire pack. But they are good, and kind. Werewolves are not monsters – they are protectors.” I wished Skye could have been here to hear me say that. He would have been so proud. “I have proof, too. A legend, that states

Ethan, fueled by the desire to protect his pack, stood shoulder to shoulder with the warriors, leading by example. As the moon hung high in the night sky, the fate of the Red Moon Pack hung in the balance. The battle lines were drawn, and the clash between wolves and vampires intensified, a crescendo of conflict echoing through the ancient forest. The moon, a silent witness to the turmoil below, cast its glow upon the warriors who fought with a shared purpose—to defend their home and the bonds that bound them together.

Hannah whispered to him, giving him a small smile. “What do you want?” Asher yelled, turning to look at Knox. “Bad guy..what do bad guys want…money, power, control. Same deal. I want Red Woods…I want to destroy Cross River.” Knox said grinning. The hall door busted open, wood shattering out into the room. A large dark gray wolf came bursting through, flanking his sides were several other wolves, all eyes glowing white except the one glowing ice blue. The back door to the hall busted open, another swarm of wolves came rushing in. The deep chocolate wolf leading the way, eyes glowing ice blue, looked fierce. Her eyes locked with the dark gray wolf as a silent order was given to surround the ro

“Soon, our Intermediary came to fetch us; he told us we were all needed to put out the fire which was getting out of control.” When Roark mentions the Intermediary, there are some growls and thumping of feet. The Intermediaries are the lower magical beings–witches and wizards who have extremely limited magical abilities. Werewolves are not allowed to interact directly with the higher witches and wizards, such as the Venusian Witches. We are only allowed to talk to the Intermediaries, who then convey our requests to their higher-ups. And that’s why the fact that I’m sheltering Princess Avalea is so enormously dangerous. I’m breaking the most rigid rule, just like Connor did. But Connor didn’t

For the Werewolf Committee, this was their greatest advantage. Skinwalkers. The evolved version of rogue werewolves also called as skinwalkers were often employed by the dark wizards to protect them in situations like they were in now in ancient times. And with the spell protecting them, privileged skinwalkers were given one more advantage aside from their speed – it was the ability to enter the spell-filled forest of the Werewolf Committee as they pleased. Because of this, many wolves under the banner of the Liberation Alliance suffered while scouting.

I was no better than anyone else at the table, and neither was anyone else. Rolph chuckled in disbelief. "Is that right?" Elias nodded. "Yes, but I don't like to brag." Elias leaned forward. "So, tell us about yours and Kalyssa's people." "Well, we were descended from the Vikings," Rolph began. "There were witches and wizards among us on the ships. But when we arrived, we encountered wolf-shifters indigenous to Alaska. Soon, our people found Mates among the people, and the Witch-Wolf Hybrid Shifters emerged." He took a sip of his wine. "I am the Alpha of The Winterborn Pack and from a long line of Royals, as well. I wanted to take a Mate of Royal blood, as well. When I heard of Kalyssa, I kn