Zelda Wolves Novels & Stories

“It’s so ridiculous, I don’t know what to say. Why are you looking for the two-legged wolf anyway?” Truthfully, after tracking and killing the wolf wearing sheepskin, the main quest prompted them to kill the werewolf boss monster of this stage. The other members who sped through this stage already knew its location. However, Zen could not pass up on a new recipe to learn. “All the better to ensure no other casualty will occur to the villagers and residents near it,” Zen smiled, quoting a famous line from the children’s folk tale Red Hood was inspired by. Cringing at the horrible catchphrase, Han’s expression darkened. Reminded of the horrible stalker, the protective uncle slammed the table w

“Ah, she’s not hurt that bad. Walk it off, blondie, and get your ass back in the game. It’s all cosmetic, anyway.” Feeling Ziva’s presence swing our way like the damn exorcist I quickly said, “Let’s not talk about the uh, cosmetics. I don’t want to upset my wolf.” “…why would I be upset?” Ziva whispered. Our breath fogged over as the ice wolf stepped from the forest along with four more wolves. The air around one rippled and waved. That could’ve meant they had anything from an elemental ability to one that manipulates soundwaves. Both were going to suck to fight against.

Zelda, immersed in the joy of impending shopping, remained oblivious to the malicious pheromones. She felt Paisley's grip on her wrist loosen—her crimson pheromones surged, and she bounded down the stairs with a roar, her aura shaking the first-floor tiles. Zelda froze, her wolf ears twitching. Paisley stood before Sabrina, her crimson pheromones blazing like wildfire. Her pupils narrowed into molten vertical slits, and her wolf claws faintly gleamed with silver. "Who are you talking about? Spit it out. No beating around the bush."

ZARA'S POV The howls grew louder, filling the night with a symphony of power and unity. My heart raced as I clutched the twins closer, the warmth of their small bodies grounding me in the chaos. Ryland shifted back to human form, his breathing labored, blood streaking his skin. He glanced at me, his eyes sharp with urgency. “They’re here.” I didn’t know if he meant it as reassurance or a warning. Before I could ask, wolves began emerging from the darkness—massive, powerful creatures with gleaming coats and eyes that burned with intelligence. They moved with a precision that spoke of discipline, their presence commanding and overwhelming.

Mary Miller-Parks gripped the steering wheel of her 2000 Jetta driving like a bat out of hell she drove all night when she felt the shift happen. Her own wolf crying from her prison inside Mary’s mind. ‘She is free!’ Ayla had howled pacing the walled up spot in Marys mind. ‘I will not let you out.’ Mary growled back at her. ‘I can find her.’ Her wolf snapped back. “I will not do it. I swear I would not and you know that.” Mary said out load her grip on the wheel getting tighter. ‘Mary let me out’ “I WILL NOT LET YOU OUT” she screamed into the night. Mary pushed her down, quieting her. Ayla went quiet curling herself into a ball sleeping inside Mary’s mind. Mary knew as she got closer to that

The car journey wasn't as awkward after that, the Second in Command had introduced himself as Sam with Torey telling me that the other four wolves were pack warriors who were following close behind in two cars. Luara began to shuffle in her car seat, she was getting restless from being bored. I leaned down, grabbing her coloring book from her bag, passing it to her along with some coloring pencils. She started to draw two wolves on the blank piece of paper while forcing Elijah to hold her pencils. Elijah watched on as she began coloring them in, his eyes concentrating on every movement. "You got names for the two wolves you're drawing?" Luara nodded eagerly, pointing to her drawings. "This o

Their leader is a black wolf with blue eyes, and he wants to stand on the high cliff and declare war on his opponent. The Red Wolve did not dare to stop but only dared to lean to the side. Wolves usually have gray and yellow fur, but with wolves having white, black, and red fur is very special. The black wolf that received the order to distract Windy was just a wolf with yellow fur because to distract the opponent, he disguised himself to look like Ezra.

I exclaimed, cutting the important talk. "Are you crazy or dumb?" She asked, giving that look of disbelief. "That's clara, not me." I defended. A little growl from behind me and I changed my words, "Which is definitely me. Clara is a sweetheart." I spoke through gritted teeth. Evelyn huffed in exaggeration, getting up. "You're crazy. Did you forget that the food is poisoned with having no contact with our werewolves?" Oh! "Oh!" My wolf spoke, simultaneously.

Gerwulf yelped, holding his arm up in defense trying to protect himself from more blows. Hylda attacked him, slashing the air like a mad woman. Eloise finally found the opportunity, biting Delmar's hand hard and screaming for Gerwulf to run. At her words, his head snapped to the side, their eyes locking. Both of them stood as if time had stopped, Eloise unable to understand what was happening as he began running towards her. An earth shaking howl erupted from him, causing crowd goers to fall and drums to tip over. Even Hylda and Finn held their ears in pain. Gerwulf jumped, transforming as if he'd done it his entire life. A large blood red wolf with piercing amber eyes emerging as it barrele

Another roar rumbled the Earth but this time it was not what sucked the life out of me. The men in front of my eyes had turned into monsters. Unnatural and terrifying big wolves. Not wolves... these wolves stood up like humans. "Oh, my Lord! Make it a delusion." I mumbled as my wits left me. The monster-cum-Jordan eyes fell on me when I tried to make an attempt at life. He snatched me up by the waist in his claws. "God, let it be a dream! Please!" I took a breath in to shout my heart out as my last ditch effort before death when another scream breached the cruel forest.