Wolfwalkers Novels & Stories

In the center of the Boundary, standing alone against the swirling grey mist, was a single figure. He carried the White Bone flag—a jagged piece of bleached ribcage tied to a silver pole. Behind him sat three long, heavy wagons covered in black tarps. The wagons weren't pulled by horses; they were pulled by "Grave-Walkers"—hairless, six-legged beasts that looked like wolves stretched onto a spider's frame. "He’s been standing there for two hours," Kaelen reported, joining us at the edge of the rampart. Her silver eyes were narrowed, her hand resting on the hilt of her obsidian blade. "He hasn't moved. He hasn't shifted. He hasn't even breathed."

He limped as he walked. I'm not here to fight, he said. His voice was rough. Tired. Then why are you here? The wolf looked at the valley. At the cabins. At the smoke rising from the communal fire. I heard there was a new pack, he said. A pack where turned wolves don't burn. Where born wolves don't rule. Where a woman with red eyes binds the dead to her soul. Luan's jaw tightened. Who told you that? The wolf sat down on the far bank. His injured leg stuck out at a bad angle.

When my ancestors settled here and began to build their pack of wolves, they named the pack after the birds that had already made their homes in these parts. Those beautiful, winged creatures hadn’t been seen in decades. Along with the war and the destruction of the atmosphere, wildlife began to disappear. Either migrating or dying off. As a little girl, my mother used to tell me that one day the Ravens would return to these parts. When the true Alpha of wolves walked amongst us. That the land would flourish and werefolk would begin to find their mates again. Maybe someday my mother's stories will come true, and the Ravens will return. I skip down the last step and round the corner landing o

Lola her blood went cold when she thought about helpless babies being burnt alive. Tristan gritted his teeth and spoke to the flames, “Since then we have been entrapped by the Grey Oak clan to follow their ruthless regime. Founded by Noah his grandfather, passed to his father, and 6 years ago to Noah. Poisoning all wolves with cruelty and a hunger for power. But we keep remembering the Fire Wolves because we know this is not the path the moon goddess intended for werewolves. I can feel in my bones that one day they will return. We just have to be worthy of them again.”

There was a tale passed through generations, reaching the 21st Century, about a group of werewolves’ special mutation that brings out dormant abilities from a family’s genetic line. They were said to be marked and blessed by the moon goddess for they were the first of her followers. They were given the title of Legacy Wolves, keeping up their tradition and passing on their special traits through their children.

Another roar rumbled the Earth but this time it was not what sucked the life out of me. The men in front of my eyes had turned into monsters. Unnatural and terrifying big wolves. Not wolves... these wolves stood up like humans. "Oh, my Lord! Make it a delusion." I mumbled as my wits left me. The monster-cum-Jordan eyes fell on me when I tried to make an attempt at life. He snatched me up by the waist in his claws. "God, let it be a dream! Please!" I took a breath in to shout my heart out as my last ditch effort before death when another scream breached the cruel forest.

Michael Whitlock POV; Spirit walkers are powerful among other wolf packs. This is one of the first things that they learn at a young age, and as they grow older it becomes more common. They could destroy entire armies in the blink of an eye and still stand proudly, as if they were never even in the field to begin with. They are not only strong but also smart; they are very well trained and have excellent senses. They can sense a person' location from miles away. There is something else they can do which is much more dangerous to humanoids.

I wasn't ready to risk my own pack's lives like that. Of course, I could be noble all I wanted, but I couldn't control what other packs did, and clearly the trend had caught on. As soon as the large cluster of enemy wolves arrived, sprinting out from behind trees, and peeking out from atop hills, wolfsbane darts began raining down on us. Alex and I pushed forward, both having built up high tolerances at school, ready to start picking off their men, especially the ones in human form shooting the darts that would be helpless against us in our wolf forms.

The vampires would come again on the next full moon and any more war could mean the extinction of werewolves. They were only few left.Just two packs in a kingdom once filled with more than fifty of them.Her pack-the Blood Moon only had her,her sick father and the two soldiers that survived the last war-Avery and Axel. The second pack-the Storm Moon had less than twenty two members left. Nina stared through her window and didn't even move when her father came in.Not until he moved a chair towards her did she snap out of her thoughts. "Dad." she smiled weakly "You're here"

I crouched beside him, brushing wet strands from her face. I froze when I recognized who she was. Well, I had no idea who exactly she was. But I knew she was either Chloe or Halle. One of the daughters of Wilder. Wilder was the Alpha of the Moonbeam pack. He was someone I could never forget. After he killed most members of our pack unprovoked a few years ago, I had been keeping tabs on him, waiting for the right time to strike. This was the perfect opportunity. Wilder would finally pay for his sins.