Zelda Wolves Novels & Stories

The fragile peace, painstakingly rebuilt after the internal strife, was shattered by a chilling discovery. During a routine patrol near the Whisperwind Glade, a young Duskwood wolf, Elara, stumbled upon a series of ancient, rune-covered stones, half-buried in the earth. The runes, unlike any seen before, pulsed with a faint, unsettling energy, a cold, ethereal glow that sent shivers down her spine. She immediately reported her finding to Lyra, who, recognizing the gravity of the situation, summoned an emergency council.

Naomi ordered. "Got it" said Rhys. He ran off an started gicing hand signals to some of the wolves who were not engaged in immediate battle who followed him and Naomi to the enterance of the office. Three witches stood in the way. Two of them Naomi recognised from high school and one she had never seen before.

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.

The uncertainty gnawed at me. I flipped through the pages, absorbing every detail. The text described the white wolves' abilities in vivid detail: their capacity to heal wounds with a touch, to manipulate the elements, and to draw strength from the earth itself. These abilities were a direct gift from the moon goddess, who had created the white wolves to maintain balance and harmony in the world. The other wolves, lacking these divine gifts, grew resentful and ultimately conspired to wipe out the white wolves to eliminate the perceived threat to their own power.

“Who we are does not matter, what matters is that the Wolves will die tonight!” Zephyr huffed, produced out his sword, and quickly sprinted towards him. “Ha! Do you not know where you are? I am Ghost! You will not be spared tonight!” he replied. Seeing Zephyr rush over, Ghost steadied himself. “Wolf’s Howl!” Ghost howled, with that the attack started. Even though he looked barbaric and unruly, he was very careful. Seeing how many of his men had been slaughtered, even if he did not know who Zephyr was, he knew he was formidable.

They were smart enough to be scared but too loyal or stupid to run. Zora did not wait for them to attack. She moved first, closing the distance to the nearest wolf in the blink of an eye. Her hand stretched out and grabbed its muzzle, forcing its mouth closed. Then in a single motion, she lifted the entire wolf off the ground and slammed it down hard enough to shake the earth beneath it. The last two wolves finally broke and ran, disappearing into the forest with their tails between their legs. Zora let them go, turning her attention back to where Zendaya had fallen.

Zelda interrupted. She was wearing a sleek black overall battle outfit. Silver bullet hanging on her waist and two matching hand guns. A silver mask covered the lower half of her face, leaving only her sharp brown eyes. "An honor for the human clan," Zelda repeated, she gestured for them to sit. Tyron ignores her, instead choosing to stand next to Helixa "Chief Zelda, I am afraid we didn't just come for a friendly visit," she said directly. "We're here to discuss ending the war between werewolves and humans."

I knew it was a against a pack rule for a female wolf to know how to fight and fend for herself so the shock on my face seeing her take on Zelda without breaking a sweat was natural. Zelda was my second in command, the best female warrior in our group but she was easily taken down by a wolf from a pack who naturally shouldn't know how to fight. What was more shocking was that she was on spar with me. I knew that without even taking her on. Watching them fight, I felt drawn to her. She smelt of raspberry and wild roses which suited her perfectly because she might belong to a pack but she is of a different league. She was wild and I loved that about her already.

he said, “I suppose you haven’t. Lunus and I consulted you with regards to the remarks about Elkshire, but the second script we handled on our own.” Ryan’s eyes moved from the paper to Evan with curiosity. “What was discovered? Anything useful?” he asked him. “It seems that the settlers who came and founded Banglador in the first place were having some problems with wolves,” Evan told him, recalling what Lunus had expressed to him. “Any time they would make any progress, the wolves of the forest would come and ferociously attack them. The settlers’ solution was to enter into a contract with Malkouth and the genizem. They sacrificed to the forest with the blood of their children, their brothe

The forest had become a chessboard, and we were the pieces moving under unseen eyes. Then, I saw it—a wolf. Dark fur, streaked with silver, eyes glinting with intelligence and wariness. Unlike the Heir, this one moved with hesitation, as though it were a student rather than a master, a scout sent to test boundaries and mark its presence. My heart tightened. This was a Blackridge wolf. I could feel it in its movements, its posture, the subtle weight of its energy. The Warrior’s tether flared in response. “Observe,” he guided. “It carries knowledge of the old ways. It is connected to blood you have yet to trace fully. Watch its markings.”