Jolly Roger

Maybe what you want most is to be different or special, but you never know what the consequences will be. In this story I'm going to show you how a wolfblood's life can change completely overnight, from bad to worse and when you least expect it it can even get better.

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Madeline Smith is a young girl who lives with her parents in a small town in England called Stoneybridge. She has two best friends, Shannon and Tom, with whom she participates in the school's photography club and always frequents the local coffee shop. She has everything to be an ordinary teenager, if it weren't for that secret she hides under lock and key from the world, including her best friends. She is a Wolfblood, an ancestral species of people who transform into direwolves. Her world goes completely out of whack when a boy named Rhydian Morris enters the school showing himself to be of the same species as her, breaking the rules of territory. She really thought she would just have to kick him off her land, but the girl was never so wrong.

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After we finished planning the plan, I realized that Maddy was extremely nervous and no wonder she had never done this before and I wasn't very experienced. I put my right arm around her shoulders trying to comfort her. She took a deep breath and rested her head lightly on my shoulder. — It'll be all right, I've done it a bunch of times – I tried to be funny. — Twice. — All right, twice. But we have each other and I'll take care of you.” I tried to be affectionate.

A family and a big secret once human a made wolf Maddy a woolf blood will live or be hiding a question

Lua Chan

This is a little poem about Wolfblood (I tried to do it. Hope you like it

AnonimamenteNew Author

Some doors, once opened, can never be closed again. Helena is in no hurry, nor is she afraid, and she does not let herself be swayed by pretty words. But every rose has its thorn. When two such different presences cross her path, she will discover that it is not possible to keep everything under control at all times. One calms, the other sets ablaze. One is shelter, the other is storm. For even the gentlest calm holds a flame, and within the storm itself there is already a harbinger of tranquility - each heart carries within itself both the flame and the breeze that can extinguish it. Be careful not to lose yourself. The labyrinth is yours, and only you will find the way out.