Wolfwalkers Novels & Stories

Ten years had passed since the day the fire fell like the wrath of gods on the quiet village of Wolfsong, but the memories still seared through Nia’s mind as though they had been born just yesterday. She had been a child, barely ten, clinging to the smell of pine and the sound of her parents' voices, safe in the isolation of the borderlands. But the world outside had come crashing in with banners of iron and flame.

Third-person POV. The wolves swam in the Kingdom lowly growling and baring their teeth, ready to destroy anyone who dared invade their territory. 'I will handle Raphael ' Zane mindlinks his people and leaps through the window of the culprit's room. The witches are caught off guard even after being warned earlier. Without their powers, they don't match the wolve's strength. Even if they manage to escape, vampires are all over the pack borders, as backup. Today is the end of their stupidity. It's the end of Raphael's greed.

Ardina looked away from her comrade Jeff, who is brutally fighting him and Nickel, to sigh but She was caught by the wolf that Louis and Niall are fighting with all their might He threw Nayel to the ground violently, and Louie's wolf was shocked by his strength! The wolf grabbed the alarm and pressed it!!!! The sound fills the whole flock Mars panicked to run towards him, planting his fangs in his guts immediately, howling hard He went and smashed the gate to get in quickly He found them withered and some dead to break their chains with the rest quickly He let out such a strong voice that he couldn't communicate with them because they weren't from his flock but they understood

Evans said, “They must have been right on the witch’s heels.” Watching the last of the caravan come through, the Crow’s Peak community look to the other visitors—alphas greeted alphas, lunas embraced lunas...Walker sneered as he thought about Niles in the cell—he thought about the wolves who’d killed his wife’s father and for what? Because he knew the truth? They knew they were going up against very powerful and very evil beings and that scared him—losing his mate and their baby scared the hell out of him. “We’ll be OK,” Roxie said as they watched the packs file in, Metgar ushering them into an opposite area of the village, “You’ve gotta believe in that, baby.”

I said, and they all cheered loudly. Thirteen of us against a lot of them, and yet, the odds aren't against us. The moment the words left my lips, the air became filled with growls and the sound of shifting bones. The enemy wolves wasted no time coming at us, as their eyes burned with the desire to kill. But they had no idea who they were dealing with. We are Windwalkers! I cracked my neck, rolling my shoulders as I took my stance. My pack moved like a well-oiled machine, spreading out as the enemy charged.

If the Skinwalkers—creatures capable of mimicking wolves, of infiltrating heavily guarded compounds, of nearly killing Liam with their toxic venom—are merely servants, how much more dangerous are their masters? I’m almost afraid to ask. But seriously, can this nightmare get any worse?

"There's a huge war ahead of us. Not against any pack, but against creatures that prey on werewolves." Her eyes widen. "The Ashwalkers?" she asks, and I nod. Looks like she's heard of them. Ashwalkers are dead creatures with burnt flesh and hollow eyes. There's a myth that they are dead rogues who come back to life. No one knows what kind of magic caused their creation. But when they attack in a group, they can take down an entire pack.

“This wolf right here is Zara, and this is Sabrina, a witch. I’m going to shift right now, and Sabrina here is going to accelerate my healing. We are going to track down the others, and when we get there, we're going to find a place for you to hide, okay?” Her wolf nodded, and Walker began his shift. I headed back outside and surveyed the area. It was quiet. If Elliot had a bond with any of these wolves, he knew that they were dead. It won't be long before he sends more wolves running down here. Then I saw the first wolf emerge from the trees. And the second. And then they came trooping out in groups. Looking over my shoulder, I gave one warning roar to Walker, and then I turned and attacked

The venom of the basilisk was eating through me as I attempted to move, but I refused to let it stop me from reaching my pack. Everything was in disarray when I got there. Werewolves were on the attack. When a ferocious-looking wolf charged at me, I effortlessly chopped off its head. Thick dark blood gushed from its mutilated corpse as it fell to the ground. Rafael’s pack, the Blackblood pack, was the source of these invaders. Rafael, who was working with Delilah, was the one attacking us. To find out if any witches had survived, I had to first make my way to their quarters.Even though I could feel the snake venom burning me from the inside out like deadly acid, I continued to run as quickly

- Don't do anything stupid! Michael said as he walked past me. How does he piss me off... We soon reached the point where I saw feral wolves, in no way inferior to those creatures that we fought against in my home magical world. A flock of huge beasts with distraught eyes. Even being a wolf, I would be like a fly to them. And there are five of them. Throughout the glade there was a fetid smell of the decomposed remains of the people they had eaten and other living creatures. Catching our scent, they pounced on us.