Wolfwalkers Novels & Stories

I got howls from everyone in the pack; it was the war howl “Let’s move out!” We got to the night crawler territory; it smelled foul, the scent was indescribable, but the smell of rotting flesh and blood was distinct. Our forces split themselves up, we kept a stealth mode. Through mind-link one of my female warriors bring up the fact that there are once again not patrol wolves from the night crawlers and we had gotten so close to crossing the border to enter the territory and nobody had come to see what was going on, I then took one step and walked into the open land of the new night crawler territory and from all sides wolves emerged ready to attack “Ambush!” I mind-linked and my forces were

Selene said, taking the book carefully. "One more thing," Morgana added. "The white-eyed wolves you've captured. They're called Void Walkers. Their souls are trapped in the Void while their bodies are controlled from that realm. The only way to free them is to sever the Void's connection completely." "How?" Lyra asked.

“I think we should answer their questions first considering they clearly aren’t from here. We can learn all about them later.” Dain’s eyes narrowed on the two of us. Clearly, he didn’t trust us either. They softened when they returned to his fiery haired mate. “Very well,” He hummed, “We are Wolves, and you are in the Iridescence Pack. My pack.” Rachel cleared her throat loudly and he smiled apologetically, “Sorry, I meant our pack. Here there is no such thing as Lycans or otherwise.” An unmistakable glimmer of interest filled his eyes, both of which swirled like miniature galaxies. “I’ve studied the water for quite some time, but never have I seen it transcend realms before. It must’ve take

“He will fear you. When the time comes for you two to face each other.” Ava laughed hollowly. She did not believe her ears. The red eyed demon was her waking nightmare. He had his hands around her throat. Trying to choke her. Ava had thought that she could tell her mother. ‘No. We had to run to Alaska. Then move far from home. Life is not fair.’ “When do we start?” “Tonight. When it’s time for bed.” Willow moved towards the hallway. “For now. I need you to do some research. I want you to understand some terms. Like dream walker and spirit walker. I want you to understand the difference.”

Their keen senses heightened, and their minds sharp, they made for the door, ready to pursue the spy who dared to invade their sanctuary. Violet, though anxious and burdened by her condition, nodded her encouragement, knowing the necessity of their mission. She watched as the two wolves, majestic and fierce, bounded into the night, guided by moonlight and instinct, leaving behind the safety of the cabin to face a world filled with secrets, dangers, and a relentless enemy.

She began to fade with the darkness until no trace of her was seen. Lucia jerked away to earth, panting heavily like she had just run a marathon. Strange, she could remember everything she discussed with her mother. In almost all cases, she barely remembered what took place in the dream. That was a sign... The Witch-Wolf is about to be born... "And where are you headed, Jackson?" A voice trailed him as he sauntered through the thick forest after the meeting of his pack in the forest. He felt heavy because like all other times, he had been frustrated, insulted, and used.

But danger lurked around every corner, waiting to strike. My heart pounded in my chest as the echoes of our footsteps reverberated through the cavernous passages. The air was charged with a sense of impending chaos, and my senses were heightened, attuned to the slightest disturbance. Victoria, a formidable werewolf and witch hybrid, moved gracefully by my side, her eyes gleaming with a mixture of determination and caution. Gerald, the alpha of the dark Wand pack, stood tall and commanding, his presence radiating authority. Eric, the young son of our alpha, had fire in his eyes, eager to prove himself.

It made me think about how many could be walking around right now and I couldn’t accurately tell. “It would be nice to be able to know what types of creatures are in the area,” I think out loud. Alec looks glazed over for a minute then looks back at me with a smirk. “There are 4 wolves nearby, 1 light witch who’s not very powerful, and 2 bears.” It takes a minute for me to regain my composure before I can respond. “You motherfucker! Are you kidding me right now? Can you really tell that information? What, do you smell them or something?”

Most were non-confrontational; however, there were rogue wolves who caused trouble and often extorted more established packs in order to survive and pay for themselves. Waverly had never met a rogue wolf and had only heard stories from her father of the ones who had set foot on Lycan territory long before she was born, and for some reason that she couldn't shake, she had a deep feeling that something about this wasn't right. While they drove through differing towns, the view of the hilltop where she had met Sawyer on the night of the Sacrifice appeared. Sawyer turned a corner and followed a gravel pathway that led to the base of the hill. They each got out of the car and started walking up,

A rustle of snow. A shadow moved. Then— A lone wolf stepped out of the darkness. Massive. Black fur. Eyes glowing silver. Rylan stiffened instantly. “Not possible.” Kade swore. “That can’t be—” Lyra’s heartbeat tripped. The wolf lowered its head… in a bow. “What is that?” she whispered. Rylan’s voice was barely human. “A sentinel.” Lyra’s breath caught. Sentinels were ancient wolves said to serve only one bloodline—one house. A house believed extinct.