Zodiac Wolves Book 4 Novels & Stories

I can feel it. The words of Aria were soothing, and what she said was true. Odessa could feel herself becoming stronger each day. Simeon returned moments later, his face shining with a victorious smile as he came out of the darkness. A leather-bound book in his hands. This is it, my Luna. The Chronicle. Of our pack. It's said to hold the secrets of the ancient wolves. Ancient wolves. Odessa had heard of them. They had powers that we could only think impossible. Odessa's eyes widened as she took the book from Simeon. She opened it, the pages crackling with age. It was filled with pictures of different wolves and some writing.

“She has them tangled. The entire kingdom would be distracted. They will not see us coming until we are already inside them.” The Shadow God turned his head toward the book. “And this?” I picked it up. The leather was warm, which was wrong in this cold. “The Book of Wolves.” “Open it.” I did. The first pages smelled like dust. The writing moved when I wasn’t looking at it, shifting like insects under glass. It spoke of the Aurion wolves. Noble. Bound to the sun. Keepers of law. It spoke of the Noctaryn wolves. Ruthless. Bound to the moon. Keepers of teeth. And then it spoke of someone who had decided to be different.

I have to keep my dignity if nothing else. I scream as my spine snaps; my eyes are wide and amber. Shit, Zara is too strong! ‘Why are you doing this?’ ‘Because you deny our mate. This is unnatural, Harper; this is not how wolves behave.’ ‘Please don’t do this, Zara. I’m sorry if I’ve hurt you, but I wasn’t ready for a mate. He’ll have sex with me then reject me. Is that what you want?’ I scream again, trying to force my wolf back. But she continues to fight me as the world around me turns black.

My body feels heavy, but my mind… my mind is awake now. Alive, loud and vivid. Images slice through me in rapid flashes—the bar, Zeke’s infuriating smile, my rage boiling over, leaving the bar. Then the scent in the air. Sweet, sickly, wrong. The shadow following me. My legs pumping, not as legs but as something more. Paws. My bones snapping and reforming, my skin tearing apart to make way for fur. A wolf. My wolf. The memories don't stop there. They keep going to the halloween night—the cage. The black wolf beneath silver bars. Ezekiel’s eyes staring into mine.

I muttered under my breath, shutting the book harder than I meant to. Zack raised an eyebrow but said nothing. I reached for another, a thinner one. The cover nearly tore in my hands, my eyes skimmed quickly, heart thudding. This one spoke of the Moon Goddess and her first chosen wolves born with gifts that could either heal or destroy. Wolves meant to be balance keepers. I swallowed, my wolf stirred inside me at the words, Ella pressing against the surface of my mind. This feels familiar, she whispered. “Find something?” Zack’s voice was low, rumbling in the stillness.

Just his touch raised her thermostat. For some ungodly reason there seemed to be an electric connection between them and she had no idea why. Not to mention the fact that in her dream-or-not-a-dream sex last night a vision of two wolves mating flashed across her consciousness. The book. That was the answer. It had to be the book. She spent so much time reading it lately that the information and the sketched images were burned into her brain. She absolutely had to get a handle on herself. She had things to do today. Decorations to hand. The right place to put the wolf again so no one would run off with it. Since unearthing the book the lifelike statue had taken on a different significance to

Maybe it was why he stripped me of my position as his rightful heir. I was too weak to be Kai’s Luna and unworthy of being Chloe’s twin. I understood everything that was happening. I just didn’t want to admit that my family had forsaken me because of my wolf — or rather, the absence of it. Maybe if I had a wolf, we would have still been the perfect and genuinely happy family. Just as I was lost in my thoughts, I felt someone’s hands on my back. I turned around and saw Ivy, giving me a comforting hug. “Everything will be okay very soon. Your wolf will be awakened and you’ll understand that it was worth the wait.”

He informed me as he held it out for me to take. I delicately took it from him when I saw how old and fragile it looked, with the binding of it covered in dust. I stared at the cover which was a dark blue, and an engraved Golding band around the edge with a sketch of a black wolf in the middle. Just above the wolf it said, ‘The sacred wolves of the night’. “Are there any books on the other breeds of wolves?”. I asked him curiously. “No, just that one, and if you give it a read, you’ll soon find out why”.

“When I was small, my parents told me stories about moon-blessed children. Pairs of wolves marked by Luna herself for a special purpose.” Zane opens the ancient book, carefully turning brittle pages until he finds what he’s looking for. He spins it around to face us. The illuminated manuscript shows two wolves, one midnight black, one silver, standing beneath a crescent moon. Behind each wolf’s ear is a small, glowing mark identical to the ones Zane and I share.

The candles had burned low, casting long shadows across the walls. She could still see fragments of her dream—four wolves standing on a hilltop, howling at a blood-red moon. A woman with a mark glowing on her skin. Shadows that moved with purpose, devouring everything in their path. Laura shivered, rubbing her arms. The book beneath her cheek was open to a faded illustration of a woman surrounded by four powerful-looking men. Above them loomed a darkness shaped like a wolf. Her fingers traced the words beneath the picture. "The First Alpha Queen and the Four Great Alphas stood against the Shadow War. Their bonds of blood and soul turned back the darkness..."