Wolves Zelda Novels & Stories

Zelda the witch looked me up and down with deep, hollow eyes. "Interesting." She reached out a bony finger and tapped my forehead. She pulled out a squirming stream of black smoke. I stared at the evil mist in shock. "Your wolf's essence is nearly drained," Zelda frowned. "In a month, you'll wither and die." "What?" I gasped. Zelda let the snake on her cane bite my hand, sucking away the leftover black smoke. After a sharp pain, my head felt clearer than it had in months.

He couldn't bear it if his mate was the cursed woman in the prophecy. Zelda nodded, but there was a doubtful look on her face. "Yes, that's true. But it's very rare to see a red haired wolf. Very rare. And when one is seen, it's as strange as anything." "What are you trying to say?" Kellan asked. "I'm not trying to say anything, king Kellan. A wolf with such colour is bound to be extraordinary." Zelda replied. Negan listened as they talked. His face was expressionless, making it impossible to detect what he could be thinking about.

Z saw in the hologram how horrifying the wolves were, how a few drops of their saliva sizzled to a Wielder’s skin, and how Henmulga couldn’t defeat it, as she’d been reduced to running away. In the final slide, the wolf’s prominent feature had been shown again. Unlike the normal ones, it has a furry body that’s inflamed with blue energy, dancing gracefully from its feet, all the way to its wide-set toxic eyes. The class then ended with Ms. Marietta's note that even a wolf's bark was fatal, for it alone could render the Wielder immobile. Z had been awoken when her head banged against the table. She shook her head, trying to fight drowsiness; however, the more she resisted, the more the whispe

Warned us. I gave her a curt nod. Pulling her to the corner, out of harm's way. Walking back to the rectangular prism on the floor, I looked closely and saw they indeed linked the lines of the triangle with a trail of amber powder. Wolfsbane. I shifted to my wolf. Lethal canines were out, ready to rip into prey, and my claws were ready to strike. Zelda said a spell, protecting herself from any other unknown spells meant for a witch and using her foot immediately cut through the line of wolfsbane, breaking the long link.

------- Zelda's POV After breakfast Orion appeared from absolutely nowhere the way he always seemed to, like he had been standing in a wall somewhere waiting for the right moment to materialise. He didn't say much. Just looked at me with that scarred face and tilted his head in the direction I was supposed to walk. I walked. And that was how I ended up here. Standing in a line with six other wolves in a uniform that was doing its absolute best but had clearly been made for someone with a completely different body situation than mine. It wasn't oversized exactly. It was just, generously proportioned in areas where I was not generous and tight in areas where it apparently hadn't planned for cu

Her vision swirled with brilliant colors, then settled, revealing an ethereal scene. Suspended in the vastness of the cosmos, was a luminous, iridescent egg. Its shell shimmered with a soft, otherworldly glow, shifting between shades of deep violet and radiant silver, like the night sky encapsulated in a single fragile sphere. Inside the cosmic egg, two small wolves played, their forms glowing with a light that seemed to come from within. The first was Zayn, a sleek black wolf, his fur dark as midnight, with a powerful yet gentle presence. He moved with a confident grace, his large paws barely making a sound as he playfully chased after the smaller wolf beside him.

The atmosphere seemed tensed. “But when your mother conceived her first child, you, she knew you wouldn’t be a werewolf. You had a human's blood. A sun-wolf is a pure-blooded being. So, your mother resorted to Zelda for help. And Zelda performed a ritual. You were born. A pure-blooded Sun-wolf.” I kept listening. Zelda didn’t say anything. She didn’t mention it. “But you know it, right. The witches never help. They deal. And so did Zelda. She gave what your mother wanted in exchange for your mother's werewolf powers after she delivered her second child.”

“This makes no sense.” “It does to my wolf,” I said. Both of them went still. Nebula’s eyes widened. “What did you just say?” Ziah leaned forward. “Say that again.” “My wolf recognizes her,” I said slowly. The words settled over the table. Ziah stood. “No,” he said. “That’s not possible.” “Why not?” “Because my wolf reacted to her too.” Zeke pushed his plate aside. “That’s not coincidence.” Nebula let out a sharp laugh. “Oh this is even better.”

he winked. "Get out before you die. I won't ask again," Zylon said. Even in this situation, he maintained a calm demeanor. "No, we want to have those two. C'mon, share with us," another rogue said with a wink. What happened next was a blur of movement. Zylon transformed into a large, tall wolf with striking black and white fur. His hind legs, belly, tail, and part of his face were white. He lunged at the rogue who was speaking, lacerating his throat mid-shift. Swiftly, he moved on to the next rogue, taking him down as well. Zylon was agile, moving with cat-like stealth. The remaining rogues were taken aback by his sudden ferocity. The wolf took his position beside me again, scanning the rogu

There was a profile of a stag in mid-air on one side of the medallion. ‘I have seen this on one of the guys back in Moonstone. It must belong to a member of our pack.’ ‘Then it must have fallen from Damien. He is from Moonstone.’ Miranda was looking at me as she spoke. ‘Was it that it fell off as he struggled with the abductors?’ ‘If he isn’t one of them, why did he come here?’ ‘He can’t be under a spell, can he?’ I responded ‘A spell strong enough to command a wolf is rare. I know a few witches who can wield but they are all dead.’