Wolfwalkers Twitter Novels & Stories

The whole place had a pulse of excitement and anticipation. The tailors gave me the clothes for tonight. It is a three-piece suit made from wool that matches our eye color, blue, and silver. They embroidered the sleeves with symbols of our pack, the triskele. “Alarick!” I shouted as a lot of werewolves also occupied the tavern. “Ylva’s looking for you.” Alarick nodded and went in my direction. He looks like a busy merchant trying to greet all his emptor. “Let her be. She knows her way around.”

"Don't test my patience, Natalie. You're pushing boundaries that shouldn't be pushed." I took a deliberate step forward. It was time for my gambit. "Uncle, have you ever visited the werewolf forums?" The question clearly caught him off guard. "What?" "The werewolf forums. The online social platform where wolves from all territories connect." I kept my voice casual, as if discussing the weather. "I've been quite active there for some time now." Richard's brow furrowed. "What nonsense are you talking about?" "I'm a wolf artist with an online following," I continued, pulling out my phone. "My paintings have generated quite a lot of attention. I have a substantial fan base across various territo

“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?”

warned Turner. I nodded as I wept. "I....," my voice trembled as I began to tell everyone my darkest secret. "Say it quickly!" yelled Turner. My mom again screamed out in pain. "I was the one who saved the blood-eyed wolf 12 years ago from dying," I told everyone quickly. They gasp surprisingly. I shook in fear as I looked at my mom. I felt every part inside of me tearing apart at the look on her face, a look of disbelief and great disappointment.