Wolves Notes Novels & Stories

“I need you to stop.” “I’m not doing anything,” Weather said. “You are doing something. You’ve been doing something for the last two hours. Whatever you’re doing, stop.” A pause. “I’m thinking.” “Think quieter.” My wolf made a sound that conveyed his opinion of that instruction with considerable efficiency and then subsided, the pressure against the inside of my chest reducing from active interference to background noise. I’d take it. The records I was working through were old… genuinely old, the kind of old that required careful handling and careful reading because the notation system shifted across centuries and what looked like one word in one era meant something adjacent but crucially di

“It wants to be free.” Mara drew a sharp breath. “It’s bound for a reason. Nothing survives this long without a reason.” Caleb’s eyes flicked from the glowing runes to the creature’s flickering eyes. “Looks like a reason that’ll kill us if we pick wrong.” The wolves lowered themselves to the ground, a low tremor running through their bodies. One of them, the largest, crept forward and pressed its nose to the edge of the platform. Its tail wagged once — not submission, but recognition.

"I've got something. This way!" But they moved in the wrong direction, following a false trail. Minutes passed that felt like hours. Finally, the voices faded into the distance. Noah waited until he couldn't hear them anymore before moving. He climbed out of the ravine carefully, scanning the area. "We're safe now," he said quietly. "Let's go." He shifted back into his wolf form and lowered himself so Yuna could climb onto his back. She hesitated, then wrapped her arms around his neck. Her bare skin pressed against his fur, and Noah forced himself to focus on getting them back safely.

Her voice cracked. “I do.” He swallowed but didn’t argue. They reached the gate. The bodies of her pack were laid out in silence. Three wolves, each killed quickly. No torture. No struggle. They hadn’t even shifted. Lyra fell to her knees in the snow. Her breath shook out of her in a broken sob. “No—no, no, please—” Rylan knelt beside her instantly, hand hovering near her back—close, but waiting for her to accept him.

I wondered if I had any markings on my face. Then I remembered there was a lake nearby! I could go there and see my reflection. My father watched me for a moment and I saw him give me a slight nod. That was all I needed. I began to run from the circle, running out of the pack's encampment. As I ran, I marveled at all the new sensations I could feel in this form. The earth beneath my paws felt amazing, the wind in my fur was incredible. So lost in all the sensations, I didn't realize that I had been followed by another wolf. I looked over, instantly realizing the wolf was Greyson. His wolf was almost as large as my father's, however while my father was black, Greyson was a dark grey and his e

I suppose being a wolf their sense of smell must be enhanced, like with elves and our sense of hearing. And speaking of smells, Alpha Jake’s one lingers around, dancing around me, invitingly. He was very handsome. Sporting a five o’clock shadow, dusty blonde hair and warm dark brown eyes. He was putting to shame a lot of the most good looking elves I knew. I noticed some scars on his arms and drawings on his skin. He was muscular and well defined. I really have to stop looking at him. When I mustered the courage to reveal myself, he kept staring at me. I suppose he never heard of my species either, and I must look very strange to him.

Wolf Nation Times pops up first on my screen of news outlets. ’MURDER AT THE CLAIMING DISRUPTS CELEBRATIONS’ ’ARIANA ERICKSON MATED TO ALPHA ARES MARTIN OF FREEDOM RIDGE PACK, DOES THIS MEAN WAR IN WOLF NATION?’ ’FORMER ALPHA LUCIAN CHEATS LOOPHOLE WITH SUICIDE’

The other wolves began to drag her down from the horse, throwing her body harshly against the cold and ashy ground of the forest. The wolves remained on top of her, swarming her and tearing at her clothes, their sharp fangs sinking deep into her flesh, and the warm redness of blood began to rush from various parts of her damaged body. Lunus was stricken with terror, and her eyes began to tear with pain and anguish as the wolves beat her down against the earth, stripping off her clothes and gnawing at her tender skin. "Enough," Arfak ordered, calling the wolves off as he stepped into the midst of the pile, walking over to Lunus with his wild eyes wide and his white fangs flashing. "We wouldn'

A howl with a purpose. A quarter of the warriors followed and shifted, the sound of bones breaking and skin tearing serving as the music as the sun started to set. The battle willl stretch ‘til night. In place of the men were wolves, all mighty and ferocious. Fierce slit eyes, a magnificent mane of fur, and razor sharp nails digging the soil. The wolves sat and it was the others’ cue to climb onto them. Atleast four men could ride one wolf. Another howl came from Flavian, and altogether, the wolves huffed and took a leap. In the blink of an eye, all that was left of them were dust from the utter speed.

Wells skimmed through my expression and continued to explain the norms of this world. "Werewolves possessed enhanced senses. In the human perspective, only five senses are known, but not werewolves. Our kind is blessed by the Moon Goddess; a sixth sense to communicate with the mind and another with your wolf," I thought that was his brief explanation, not until he trailed further which I absolutely do not dislike. "—In this place, there is also a hierarchy to be followed. The Alpha, the beta, the subordinates, and the weakest, the omegas,"