Have you ever thought about what fiction is? Probably, such a question may seem surprising: and so everything is clear. Every person throughout his life has to repeatedly create the works he needs for specific purposes - statements, autobiographies, dictations - using not gypsum or clay, not musical notes, not paints, but just a word. At the same time, almost every person will be very surprised if he is told that he thereby created a work of fiction, which is very different from visual art, music and sculpture making. However, everyone understands that a student's essay or dictation is fundamentally different from novels, short stories, news that are created by professional writers. In the works of professionals there is the most important difference - excogitation. But, oddly enough, in a school literature course, you don’t realize the full power of fiction. So using our website in your free time discover fiction for yourself. Masked Wolves by Anna Hudgins (story reading .TXT) 📖
- Author: Anna Hudgins
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Prologue
The full moon rose to the center of the sky. The whole clan howled at it and left to thier dens. I was just a pup so I don't remember much, but what I do remember I will always like how every full moon we would howl then go our seperet ways.
That full moon was different though. It started like always but ended very, very badly. After we all parted me and my parents, the Alphas of the clan,went to our den. We thought we were alone but we were so wrong. Willow Face. as always didn't howl because she had a litter on the full moon.
Little did we know she lerked in the shadows, alone. I went by my mother.
I was her only pup that survived the winter so she charished me well.
I fell asleep curled like a ball, my mother around me like a blanket of warm white fur. My father a dark shadow at the entrence of the den. My parents would take turns gaurding the entrence every night. When my mother woke with a start. It was nearly moon don ad my father han't come in. She left me asleep and went outside and found nothing exept fot blood soaked fur as dark as night, and a bloody trail going from the entrence of the den to the woods. My father's blood. He was dead. My mother took me to the Swiftpaw family den on the other side of the woods so I would be safe from the attacker, unlike her. She left soon to die like my father to run with the spirits in the sky.
This starts the story of Kyro Swiftpaw in her quest for her life of secerts, and the truth bout her and her fathers mask.
Chapter 1 New Life
Wolf Masks are for meetings and war to hide the identity of the one who wears it. Most are brown, but others are black, white, green or even red.
The reson I'm telling you this is because this story is many, because this story revolves around a Wolf Mask, in perticulare my fathers Wolf Mask, Kysoo's Wolf Mask.
Wolf Masks are strange because hey pick you, you don't pick them. Even stranger only one has worn anothers Wolf Mask that is me Kyro Swiftpaw. Wolf Masks conect to you your soul. So how can it be orn by another? I have no clue, but lets stop talking and let the real story begin.
Day of full moon my black fur glitening in the sun. Tonight wll be a full moon, and my birthay
Publication Date: 12-04-2010
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