Wolves Twilight Novels & Stories

Her voice was quiet, but heavy. “The wolves of the Eclipse.” Luka frowned. “What about them?” She lifted her gaze, and for the first time since waking, she looked truly, deeply unnerved. “According to this,” she murmured, “they weren’t just wolves.” She slowly turned the book around, revealing an aged illustration. Two wolves stood beneath an eclipsed moon—one black, one white. Tangled together. Bound. She took a slow breath. “They were more than mates.” Theoden’s jaw clenched.

When a wolf is interested in the same gender they usually assume the Moon Goddess forgot to have a mate born for them. As Johnny left I felt instantly lonely. I sat on the loveseat and watched the rest of the second Twilight movie. They got the werewolf thing all wrong. Our wolves are no bigger than gray wolves. We didn't fight vampires. I am not even sure if vampires exist. Females also shift not just males. When we find our mates we go by the scent they give off, not eye contact. Although if you look into your mate's eyes while they reject you, your heart feels like it is going to burst and kill you.

They saw it as a disgrace. A shame and a taint to their reputation. And…they ruined my life. I’m 20 years old, an omega from the Frostbite Clan. Raava Snowfall. I am the princess of the Frostbite clan, the daughter of an Alpha, the Gamma of the Frostbite Clan. Our clan is beautiful and has large classical silver walls with millions of werewolves living in it. We live separately from humans. I live in a luxurious palace together with my monstrous father and a stepmother who hates my existence with life itself.

’ ‘It’s –‘ She stopped and the wolf ahead, sensing our presence, stopped too and then it turned its head and I took a proper look at it. The first wolf I had seen had been my father, a huge black wolf that could not have been real but this one seemed even more unreal. Midnight black fur that glistened even in the grayish day, sharp golden eyes and almost twice the size of my father, such a wolf was staring at me. Then it started to walk my way and I fought the urge to run off. Its presence pressed down on me and Grace hissed. ‘What the hell is he doing filling this place with his scent?’

Minnow spitted venomously with lips curled over teeth. Saylor's glare fell on his lap, and his shoulders slumped. He knew better than to try to speak to her at this moment. "We recruit a new hunter each year," Cecil said calmly over his shoulder. "Hunter? What do we hunt?" Minnow turned to her father for answers. "Well, we hunt, um." He stuttered. His eyes searched his wife. Dovie rolled her eyes. " We hunt werewolves and other supernatural beings," she said simply without batting her perfectly styled eyelids. Instead, she continued flicking through the stack of papers in front of her.

“Just let go, and I’ll be right there with you.” She calmed slightly as he held her. The first time was always the worst and she was so much older than she should have been for a first timer. He felt his own wolf clawing its way to the front of his mind rushing to be freed. He could feel her letting go, letting the beast with in her move forward. Her wolf was violently making its appearance, with one more blood curtailing scream Tifs eyes opened wide as the wolf broke free of the human form that held her. A beautiful red and silver creature, the bright green eyes glinting in the moon lit snow covered night. His black wolf hushing to meet hers. Siron had only one thought rush through his mind

Mom, Dad she called out slowly to them moving close in their direction. By the time she found them they had already transformed into werewolves it's wasn't easy, controlling them as wolves, to make them go under the basement, she tried all she could but failed then she said to them, "I don't care how aggressive you are towards me, you know you can't hurt me because I am also a young wolf, just like you are a werewolf from one pack, I can control you, as been a young she-wolf, I will do anything to make sure you don't cause any harm to others."

Someday, I’d watch as she and her wolf passed from this life. “Did you know that the previous Moon Goddess granted immortality to wolves she thought deserved it? She’d make them a part of her army. They live in the City of Dusk and Dawn. According to Azrael, Orion, and Draco, they’re happy and thriving.” I murmured, not breaking my stare from her eyes. Understanding dawned across her face. “You want to make me immortal?” I swallowed the knot in my throat, “Only if you want it.” She licked her lips, then pursed them. Her eyes strayed across the room to where Sephtis stood. He had his head turned, but I had a strange feeling he was listening in on our conversation.

Meanwhile, the twins still stood there calm as ever. Then suddenly... Boom. In less than two minutes, both of them shifted. And I swear to the Moon Goddess, I had never seen anything so beautiful in my entire life. Nova’s wolf was a shimmering silver, almost like her fur was woven from starlight and glitter. Every strand glowed beneath the blue moon. Sloane’s wolf was a creamy pearl color, soft and luminous like polished opal. And over each of their eyes rested a star-shaped marking. Nova’s was cream.

Exist. As I looked up, a smile crept onto my lips as I saw Victor stand up at the altar, waiting for me. He seemed so perfect, full of surety regarding everything. For the first time in a long while, I could see peace hold any chances. Our ceremony was simple yet stunningly beautiful: no politics, no wars—just us, and love. But the thump of heavy paws in the distance made my spine tingle. My hair stood tall on the back of my neck, and my heart ran fast and furious as I recognized what was happening. Wolves. A pack was coming.