Wolfbane series by Nanulak

[Nanulak]

I know this isn’t an official book, but I still really wanted to share it. I’m quite proud of these few books in the Wolfbane series, and I think you’ll like them, too! Feel free to comment on how good or bad my books are or place suggestions. And note, these are just summaries, not the full books. Haven’t made those yet lol. Also, after each story, a poem of said story will be there, too, and they’re well worth reading! There’s one for the entirety of Wolfbane, too:

In whispers of wind through ancient pines,
A saga unfolds, of wolves entwined.
Shik'tok, the alpha, strong and bold,
His sacrifice in legend told.

Halo'han follows, moonlit fur,
Wisdom in dreams, a healer pure.
Ka'hanna's shadow, ancient lore,
Against Palo'Puda's dark war.

The Three emerge, with powers bright,
Has'kili's mind, Yush'tsi's might,
Toke'korai's swiftness, shadows deep,
Their bond, a promise, wolves to keep.

Kulei'pa's whispers, sweet and sly,
Turn brother against brother, sky
Bleeding darkness, sun in chains,
But Has'kili's gaze pierces the plains.

With moon and star, a guiding light,
They break the spell, reclaim the night.
Shik'tok's spirit, ever near,
In howling winds, whispers so clear.

From pup to alpha, legend grown,
The Wolf's Trek leads, the pack its own.
Through tangled forest, moonlit sky,
The Wolfbane echoes, wolves will fly.

So stand tall, children of the night,
Shik'tok's blessing, shining bright.
In dreams and shadows, hearts entwined,
The Wolfbane series, forever kind.

 

[Nanulak]

The Legend of Shik’tok
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Once, hundreds of years ago, a wolf named Halo’tikik lived. He was a really big wolf, and was the Alpha of his pack. No one dared fight him. His pup hood was harsh, being called freaky for being so big. When he was fully grown strong, he decided to sacrifice the life of the leader for the life of the pack. Even though what he did was the better option, the others shamed him for it, changed his name to Poosh (Wolf for exile), and exiled him. However, he wouldn’t abandon his pack, and Halo’tikik would still fight with and for them from the shadows. He eventually moved on and made his own pack, renamed him Halo’tikik, and became Alpha of it. He was a hard wolf, didn’t talk very much, and at all times served his pack, even the Omega, Shoco’hapa. One day, another pack came to his, seeking help and shelter. It was Halo’tikik’s old pack, and instead of turning them away, he invited them in. However, one of the wolves in the old pack, Shulo’han, recognized him, and attacked his pack and killed many wolves starting a war between these two packs. Shulo’han had incredible strength, and he used it to wage war against all packs they went against, killing pups and their mothers. The Star Wolves, the deities that looked after the wolves, were ashamed to have Shulo’han as one of their kind. Halo’tikik, enraged at the deaths of his pup, Halo, and his mate, Cana’hulu, went for Shulo’han day and night, never stopping for rest or food. Upon finding him after he killed a whole pack, he lunged, and a fierce battle ensued. They bit and scratched with all the strength of the Star Wolves. Eventually, Shulo’han was dead, but not after also giving Halo’tikik a fatal blow. As he was dying, his pack found him and said his goodbyes, but before he died, the Star Wolves came and told him how they were ashamed of Shulo’han, and were proud to call Halo’tikik one of them, and so appropriately renamed Halo’tikik Shik’tok, meaning Our Savior in Wolf. They also promised Shik’tok a place in the stars with them, so that he may guide the way and watch over the wolves to come. With that, Shik’tok died, and the promise made to him was fulfilled as he found a place in the stars

The End

Poem
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In emerald woods where shadows play,
And sunlight paints the mossy way,
A legend whispers, old and grand,
Of Halo'tikik, wolf unmatched in land.

His fur, a cloak of twilight spun,
His eyes, like embers, fierce and bright,
His form, a titan's, sculpted strong,
A leader true, where he belonged.

But puphood's path was harsh and lone,
For difference marked him with its stone,
"Freaky giant," taunts did sting,
A heavy heart, with wings to cling.

Yet when the moon hung full and still,
He chose a sacrifice, with steadfast will,
For pack's survival, a leader's might,
He claimed the mantle, bathed in silver light.

But scorn met valor, venom hissed,
His name, a brand, his loyalty dismissed,
Poosh, the exile, cast and cursed,
Yet love for pack, forever nursed.

In silent woods, he built his own,
A refuge carved from leaf and stone,
His name reclaimed, Halo'tikik strong,
Alpha anew, where he belonged.

He ruled with wisdom, stern and true,
Protecting all, the old, the new,
Even Shoco'hapa, Omega small,
Found safety's haven in his thrall.

One winter's eve, a desperate plea,
From shadows crept, a haunting melody,
His kin of old, with fear imbued,
Seeking solace, misunderstood.

No vengeance stirred, no bitter sting,
He opened arms, with love to bring,
But shadows lurked, a hidden scar,
Shulo’han’s eyes, beneath a fallen star.

He saw the truth, the wolf of night,
And poisoned fangs, that sought to blight,
A war ignited, flames of rage,
Mothers mourned, on bloodied stage.

The Star Wolves watched, with sorrow deep,
As Shulo'han's wrath refused to sleep,
Pups torn from warmth, a symphony of cries,
A blight upon the moonlit skies.

But Halo'tikik, fueled by fire,
His heart ablaze, with grief's desire,
Hunted Shulo'han, through sun and snow,
Vengeance and love, in equal flow.

He stalked the beast, where shadows hide,
Through frozen wastes, on frozen tide,
And found him there, beside a crimson stain,
A pack extinguished, lives in vain.

The clash of titans, earth did shake,
Bone met bone, for honor's sake,
Teeth like daggers, fur like night,
Two alphas locked, in savage fight.


They tore and ripped, beneath the moon,
A primal dance, in deadly tune,
Until at last, with final blow,
Shulo'han fell, his reign laid low.


But victory's kiss was laced with thorn,
For Halo'tikik, too, was born,
With mortal wound, from fangs of hate,
His lifeblood spilled, to seal his fate.

His pack emerged, with mournful cries,
As darkness painted dimming eyes,
The Star Wolves came, with silver light,
And whispered secrets through the night.

"No shame is yours," their voices sighed,
"In Shulo'han's darkness, you defied,
With love and courage, strong and true,
Our Savior, Shik'tok, named anew."

A promise gleamed, on starlight spun,
A place in heavens, victory won,
To guide the wolves, with watchful gaze,
Through moonlit paths, and sunlit maze.

And so he died, the wolf of might,
His spirit soaring, bathed in light,
Shik'tok, the legend, forever told,
In whispers carried, young and old.

In emerald woods, where shadows play,
His memory lives, through endless day,
A guiding star, on moonlit trails,
The wolf who saved, where courage prevails.

 

[Nanulak]

The Moon’s Shadow​

A few years after Shik’tok died, his one surviving pup, Halo’han, lived on. Halo’han was just as courageous as his father, almost as big, and had all the love for his pack as his father. However, he didn’t pack quite as much muscle but more wisdom, and explored the world around him as much as he could. Also unlike his father, he had a pure silver pelt and had the glow of the moon in his eyes. Since he died, Shik’tok had been walking in Halo’han’s dreams, teaching him the ways of the forest, so Halo’han was all the wiser, and knew the realm of dreams as well as he knew the forest. Halo’han doesn’t like to fight or hunt like the rest of his pack, but is, however, an excellent healer. One day, Halo’han was drawn to a forbidden part of the forest where life grows no more. As he went inside the forest to investigate, he found a mystical wolf older than the forest himself, Ka’hanna, trapped inside a very big glob of amber. As he came near, he felt a tingling sensation is his silvery pelt, and the amber cracked and cracked until it split open, and Ka’hanna spilled out, still very much alive. She thanked Halo’han for helping her, despite his confusion, and introduced herself. She was banished from her pack as a pup for not having any fighting spirit at all, although, however, she had infinite wisdom. She survived because she was special, and the moon gave her the power of the shadows and dreams, and she controlled them and used them to her advantage. However, one day, something went horribly wrong. Another wolf, named Palo’puda, found out about Ka’hanna’s powers and learned to control them. She eventually became stronger than Ka’hanna due to having a fighting spirit. She was a threat to all wolves, haunting them in their own dreams and killing pups in the night. Ka’hanna eventually confronted her and after a long, drawn out battle, won… barely. Palo’puda’s body was blown away, changing Palo’puda to a weak entity of pure evil. However, after this act was done, she learned spells, forbidden since the beginning of time, and used them to seal Ka’hanna in her amber casket, and there she stayed for a few hundred years. In the last hundred years, Palo’puda once again was freed and gained her power within this dead forest. The loving heart and lack of fighting spirit in Halo’han is what set Ka’hanna. They both decided that they needed to think of a plan to get rid of Palo’puda once and for all, but not at that moment, as they needed sleep, as it was early in the morning. They decided to sleep away from the pack, because Ka’hanna was a target for Palo’puda, and they didn’t want to endanger the pack. However, it didn’t matter, as Palo’puda already unleashed her plan since Ka’hanna was set free. She haunted the minds and dreams of Halo’han’s pack, making mate turn on mate, brother turn on sister, pup turn on elder. At nightfall, Ka’hanna decided to teach Halo’han the art of moving through shadow and dreams, and after a few days, he mastered it, even better than Ka’hanna herself. Combine these skills with Halo’han’s still good muscle, fighting lessons from Shik’tok, his wisdom, and extensive knowledge of the realm of dreams, he was ready, and needed to hurry before his pack was ruined. However, him alone wouldn’t be enough. They needed more strength, so Ka’hanna told Halo’han to request the help of another age-old animal like Ka’hanna, Shadowstalker the black leopard. After some convincing, Halo’han convinced Shadowstalker to help him face Palo’puda, and they set off to face her. Shadowstalker is a very courageous leopard, and he will fight to the death for his friends. He also knew of Palo’puda back in the ancient times, and regrets the decision of not helping Ka’hanna, his friend, defeat her. He similarly controls shadows, and legends tell of him causing nighttime, but it hasn’t been confirmed. They found her underneath the heart of the dead forest, and the fight ensued. They fought and they fought, until eventually, when nightfall came, Halo’han was able to use a power, one stronger than any other and never seen before: the power of the Moon. He used its power to finally end Palo’puda, and she was completely annihilated. However, Ka’hanna was gravely injured in that fight. Halo’han was so distraught, but he knew that all the wolves needed her to be alive, orherwise they would fall to the darkness. So he gave up his body, like how Palo’puda lost hers, so that Ka’hanna would be completely restored. As he was leaving mortality and turning into a silver being of shadow, Ka’hanna used her powers to rename Halo’han Kalo’ko, meaning Nightmare Shatterer. He then faded away, but told his friends, family, and pack, “Fear not. I’m leaving mortality. Not the world. I’ll still be here as a silver shadow, and will guide you all until the end of all wolves.” And now he stays today, guiding the wolves with their decisions, and guiding his own pups, three VERY special ones, and their descendants in the art of the moon, dreams, and shadow.

The End

Poem
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In moonlit realms where shadows play,
Where whispers weave through wind-kissed bay,
A legend sleeps, in amber bound,
A story whispered, lost and found.

Halo'han, of silver fur and eyes,
His father's spirit, wisdom's guise,
No hunter's heart, but healer's hand,
He walked the forest, understood the land.

In forbidden depths, where life lay still,
A meeting chanced, a mystic's will,
Ka'hanna, elder, cast astray,
By shadows ruled, in amber's sway.

Her moonlit power, a curse, a boon,
Palo'puda's greed, beneath the moon,
A battle fought, the shadows riven,
A casket sealed, a trust forbidden.

Centuries spun, the forest waned,
Palo'puda's spirit, unchained,
Dreams haunted, pack in chaos torn,
Brother against brother, light unborn.

Ka'hanna woke, with wisdom old,
Halo'han learned, in shadows bold,
He mastered dreams, surpassed his guide,
With father's strength, by moonlight tied.

Shadowstalker, ancient, dark and fast,
Joined forces in the battle's cast,
Against the darkness, they would stand,
To cleanse the land, for moonlit strand.

The heart of darkness, battle's core,
Claws flashed, and shadows shrieked and tore,
Nightfall's embrace, the final strife,
Halo'han, with moonlit, sacred life.

His power surged, a starlit stream,
Shattering nightmares, waking dream,
Palo'puda fell, a wisp of night,
Vanquished by moon's ethereal light.

But victory stained with bitter woe,
Ka'hanna wounded, whispers flow,
Halo'han offered mortal breath,
To mend her spirit, conquer death.

A silver wolf, in moonlit gleam,
Kalo’ko rose, from mortal stream,
His sacrifice, a whispered song,
Guiding shadows, righting wrong.


Three pups he claimed, a silver line,
Inherited power, moonlit sign,
Kalo'ko watches, ever near,
A guardian spirit, whispering of fear.

So raise your eyes, when moonbeams fall,
And hear the echoes in the call,
For Kalo'ko walks, where shadows lie,
The Nightmare Shatterer, beneath the sky.

 

[Nanulak]

Note: This book is not a chapter book but a children’s book

The Wolf’s Trek​

Once, in a quiet, secluded forest, a wolf wandered the forest alone, having just caught a rabbit. However, a thick fog rolled in, making it difficult to navigate the dense trees and bushes all around. Before he knew it, the wolf was lost, far away from his pack. The wolf was sad, thinking that he would never see his mate or pups again. After quietly eating his rabbit, he looked up, and saw that the fog broke to show the full moon, glowing ever so brightly. He felt inspired, because above it, an abnormally bright star was there. The wolves called that star the Shik’tok, because it always stayed in that spot in the sky. Then he knew how to get home. Just follow the Shik’tok! So for a couple of days he ran and he ran, seeming to never run out of breath, until one still-full moon night, he finally made it home to his pack, his mate, and his pups. From that day on, the wolf, formerly called Shen’ik, changed his name to Shik’tok, in honor of the star the led him home

The End

Poem​

Beneath the emerald canopy's embrace,
Where sunlight dappled forest lace,
A lone wolf stalked, with stealthy grace,
His hunger keen, upon the chase.

A rabbit swift, his quarry met,
He feasted well, no room for fret,
But then the mist, a swirling shroud,
Descended fast, obscuring proud

The forest paths, the ancient trail,
He wandered now, in moonlit pale,
Heart heavy, with a mournful ache,
For distant pack, and pups to wake.

But in the haze, a silver gleam,
The moon arose, a radiant dream,
And by its side, a guiding spark,
Shik'tok, the star, etched in the dark.

Hope flared anew, a beacon bright,
He knew his path, through endless night,
For Shik'tok held the northwind's key,
To lead him home, where he longed to be.

Through tangled thorns, o'er fallen logs,
He raced the dawn, on silent jogs,
The star his compass, ever true,
His wolfish spirit, brave and new.

Across the plains, and winding streams,
He chased the moon, in whispered dreams,
His paws, unfaltering, swift and strong,
His song, a silent, primal gong.

Days blurred to nights, and nights to day,
But Shik'tok's light, forever stayed,
A constant friend, a guiding eye,
As mountains rose, and valleys nigh.

And then, one night, the silver moon,
Hung heavy, a familiar tune,
A scent of pine, a distant howl,
His heart leaped up, reaching its goal.

Through shadowed trees, a den unseen,
His mate's warm eyes, a joyful sheen,
His pups, with whimpers and excited bark,
Welcomed him home, from endless dark.

No longer Shen'ik, lost and lone,
Shik'tok he was, by starlight won,
The wolf who followed, never broke,
The star his guide, the path he spoke.

And so he lived, with tail held high,
Shik'tok, the legend, in the sky,
A whisper born, on wind-kissed bough,
The tale of the wolf, and the star, somehow.

So let the moon your lantern be,
And Shik'tok's light, set you free,
For hope persists, in shadowed wood,
A wolf's brave heart, misunderstood.

 

[mastermind lissi]

(You might want to post this in the writers workshop?)

 

[Nanulak]

Maybe. Sorry. I just remember being told to put a Warrior cats book series thread here (the series is already-existing)

 

[Nanulak]

Tbh I don’t know how to move threads lol

 

[Nanulak]

Thx, LightningTopaz!

 

[Nanulak]

The Three​

Three pups have just been named adults and have new names, Halo’kili, Halo’tsi, and Halo’korai. They are the pups of Kalo’ko, who they can see in his ghostly silver form lurking in the shadows with proud eyes. The new adults each have special powers, Halo’kili the gift of telepathy and immense wisdom, Halo’tsi the gift of interconnectedness with the forest and water, and Halo’korai the gift of speed and strength. Kalo’ko, their father, has been training them at nighttime, and Shik’tok has been training them in their sleep, and they both new that they would have big roles in the future of the pack someday, but didn’t know how soon that day was… A few months later, another pup named Kulei’pa became an adult. Kulei’pa was deft with the tongue, and could somehow convince someone that a moose was a fish. One day, Kulei’pa started convincing the pack that he was to be leader. The only wolves who weren’t eventually convinced were Ka’hanna, Halo’kili, Halo’tsi, and Halo’korai. Kulei’pa saw this as a threat to his plan to be leader of all wolves and the forest, and convinced the pack that they had to be killed. While Halo’korai and Ka’hanna escaped, Halo’kili and Halo’tsi were kept prisoner to the pack. They decided that once again go to Shadowstalker for help, but Kulei’pa thought of that, and sent wolves to go hunt him down. When Ka’hanna and Halo’korai got there, Shadowstalker was nowhere to be seen, as he was running away from and fighting the wolves. Meanwhile, Halo’kili and Halo’tsi were trying to get out, when Kalo’ko intervened and tried to convince the guard to let them go. But Kulei’pa’s control was strong, and he refused. Seeing this coming, Kulei’pa told the wolves to attack Kalo’ko on sight, so Kalo’ko fought with his former packmate, while Halo’tsi called the vines to make them an aerial path away from the camp. They went to the heart of the dead forest, where Ka’hanna and Halo’korai were going to, and met up, and shared their words. After talking, they agreed that they needed the powers the got from their grandfather and father, as well as their own, to get Kulei’pa out while keeping the other wolves alive. Just as they were planning that, a bloody and battered Shadowstalker and tired Kalo’ko arrived. Kalo’ko and Shadowstalker told them that the wolves were somehow being stimulated, making them immensely stronger. Even though she was unnerved, Halo’kili came up with a plan. Halo’tsi was to call on the trees and water to keep the wolves busy, while Halo’korai, Shadowstalker, and Kalo’ko snuck in and attacked Kulei’pa. Ka’hanna was to use her immense wisdom to think of strategies while Halo’kili was to transmit it telepathically to the rest of the team. They agreed to that, but unbeknownst to them, Kulei’pa was expecting some attack, so he ordered some wolves to stay by him no matter what. When they attacked, they quickly found out that they were also outnumbered, as Kulei’pa had control of countless other packs as well, so they were forced to retreat. Then, Halo’kili came up with a new strategy. Halo’tsi would just flood the camp, while Shadowstalker, Halo’korai, Ka’hanna, and Kalo’ko would grab the wolves out of the river to bring to Halo’kili to break the control of Kulei’pa. They started the plan, but quickly realized that the pups would quickly drown. So Kalo’ko offered to sneak out the pups first, and he did so effectively. Then, they waged the war. They flooded the camp and grabbed the wolves to take to Halo’kili to de-brainwash. After that, Kulei’pa was enraged and used his own powers of manipulation to make himself infinitely stronger. After a long and drawn out fight, the others were unconscious, even Kalo’ko, but Halo’kili, Halo’tsi, and Halo’korai were still up and ready to fight. Noon was here, and suddenly, in a flash of terror, the sky turned black as night. “See? If I can control even the sun, you have nothing against me!” said Kulei’pa. But then, I’m a flash of brilliance, the sun came out, with the moon beside it. Then they both unleashed their power on the three, making them glow with astral power. They then unleashed their full force, sending Kulei’pa flying, dead, into a big rock, where he then quickly evaporated into mist. The three then put the power they had into their bodies for safekeeping, and tired, helped everyone to safety. There, Kalo’ko proudly renamed them all: Halo’kili became Has’kili, Halo’tsi became Yush’tsi, and Halo’korai became Toke’korai. Then, afterwards, their descendants have lived until today in harmony. But who knows? Maybe new adventures will unfold soon…

The End
Poem​

Three pups emerged, with names of fire,
Halo'kili, wise beyond her sire,
Halo'tsi, woven with forest's heart,
Halo'korai, swift as feathered dart.

Kalo'ko's ghost, a silver gleam,
Trained them by night, beneath moon's cold stream.
Shik'tok wove dreams, whispering of fate,
A destiny grand, beyond pack's gate.

Months spun by, Kulei'pa's tongue a snare,
Sweet deception, painted in the air.
He spun tales, of leadership in sight,
Blind eyes followed, bathed in silver light.

But four stood clear, with eyes unbound,
Ka'hanna's wisdom, on sacred ground,
The Three, like beacons, sharp and bright,
Reflected truth, piercing Kulei'pa's night.

He craved control, of wolves and wood,
His venom spread, a misunderstood.
He sought their demise, shadows his cloak,
Imprisoned souls, a broken spoke.

Shadowstalker, dark and quick, they sought,
His aid to find, a victory fraught.
But Kulei'pa's reach, like tendrils cold,
Sent wolves to hunt, a story untold.

Within the camp, vines wove a path,
Halo'tsi's call, defying wrath.
They fled to darkness, hearts entwined,
The heart of the dead, where hope they'd find.

Ka'hanna spoke, of moonlit plans,
To sever control, with united hands.
Grandfather's power, father's might,
Their own gifts burning, a guiding light.

Bloodstained Shadowstalker, Kalo'ko weary,
Told of wolves spurred, by magic eerie.
Halo'kili's mind, a whispered scheme,
To break the spell, beneath a moonlit gleam.

Trees roared to life, water surged high,
Halo'korai, Shadowstalker, claws did fly.
Kalo'ko charged, a father's plea,
To break the grip, set the pack free.

But Kulei'pa waited, fangs bared and bold,
Wolves in his thrall, a story untold.
Outnumbered, they faltered, hope turned to ash,
Retreating shadows, in night's cold clash.

Then Halo'kili, eyes wide and deep,
A new strategy, for souls to keep.
Flooding waters, chaotic tide,
To cleanse the wolves, in freedom's ride.

Kalo'ko ventured, through churning white,
Pups in his jaws, bathed in pale light.
Then the battle roared, water and might,
Draining wolves, to Halo'kili's sight.

But danger lurked, in Kulei'pa's hand,
He fueled his power, on corrupted sand.
Blackness descended, sun choked by night,
His laughter echoed, a chilling blight.

Yet, as darkness peaked, in terror's hold,
A twist of fate, a story untold.
Sun and moon clashed, celestial fight,
Empowering the Three, with astral light.

They surged ahead, a force divine,
Sent Kulei'pa's darkness, to dust to whine.
He flew as mist, on the wind's cold cry,
His reign of terror, forever to die.

Power unleashed, then safely sealed,
Exhausted warriors, on battlefield.
Kalo'ko watched, with fatherly pride,
As new names rose, on wings of the tide.

Has'kili the wise, Yush'tsi the green,
Toke'korai the swift, a glorious scene.
Harmony bloomed, where discord stood,
Their legend whispered, in ancient wood.


But whispers linger, like embers dim,
Of future trials, to test and trim.
The Three stand ready, their lineage strong,
To sing the song of pack, where they belong.

So let the winds carry, this tale so grand,
The Three and their power, across the land.
For courage and wisdom, forever entwined,
In the blood of wolves, where peace they find.

 

[Nanulak]

Hey, guys, do you think The Three was a bit of a stretch, especially with Yush’tsi? I am getting tired…

 

[Nanulak]

The Darkness’ Arrival
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A few months after returning home, Shik’tok’s pups were having their ceremony, being named Shen’tul and Shen’hin. While being ever so proud of them, suddenly his surroundings just change to a realm of pure white. He looked around in panick until he set his eyes on a big, fierce wolf. This was a Star Wolf, and the Star Wolf, named Star’pilak, wanted to deliver a dire message to Shik’tok. “A time for change has come. One will arise, bringing destruction like never seen before. Fire, water, lightning, and earth itself will bend to their every whim. All will be lost and reborn.” After that, he found himself at his pup’s ceremony, just like before, but couldn’t come to grips with what just happened, and shook it out of his head. A few months later, a forest fire raged. It burned through the foliage like it was nothing, burning through entire trees in seconds flat. The pack knew this was no ordinary fire, and ran away, but Shik’tok remembered the vision he had as he ran with his family. “Could this prophecy really be coming true?” he thought. “Maybe I should go investigate. I think I will.” So he told his family to run right ahead of him, and that he’d catch up soon. So he wrapped around the fire, looking around, when he saw an ominous shadow. He couldn’t come to grips with it and was immediately seized by dark visions and terror, and knew that the prophecy WAS indeed coming true. After catching back up with his pack, he told them his experiences, but they didn’t believe him. After that, he stayed out alone under the moonlight, where a silvery figure, Kalo’ko, stepped out to greet him. Kalo’ko told him that his troubles were far from over, and that it’s be up to him to finish them. After that, however, he told him that he and all other great wolves of long-gone eras would help him. The next morning, an unusually heavy rainfall with a ton of lightning was happening. The rain itself burned like fire, and the lightning struck the ground all around, charring beyond repair anything it struck. Then all of a sudden, Shik’tok saw the creature again, staring at him with lifeless and malicious eyes. Then Shik’tok saw it. Bones. The evil creature was standing on and decorated with bones. Then, all of a sudden, lightning struck a tree and it went ablaze, and large fissures cracked open in the earth, and water flowed down into the fissures, causing everything to sweep away with the water. Shik’tok found himself in one of these currents, being dragged to a fissure, and falling in, then everything going black…
He woke up a few days later, throbbing and marveling at how he survived. He then managed to climb out of the fissure at state in horror at the bare, charred, and lifeless ground all around him. The disasters really took their role on the forest, and it was now uninhabitable. Then suddenly, Kalo’ko appeared beside him and said, “That monster needs to be annihilated. Now. It’s sole goal is to bring the world to ruin.” “How do I stop it? Where did it come from?” “That thing is named Evil. You thought Palo’puda was bad? This thing is worse than a hundred of them combined. The only way to stop Evil is through Justice. Embrace Justice, Shik’tok. Embrace Justice…” And with that, Kalo’ko was gone, leaving Shik’tok there, wondering. After a few days, he found his pack again, and told them his meeting with Kalo’ko. He decided that he would face Evil alone. He said goodbye to his mate, and was off to face Evil. After months of trekking, he finally found Evil’s lair, the heart of a pitch black cave with dark purple gems in it. Evil was waiting there, and with a deep, raspy voice said, “So, you’ve come thinking you can defeat me? Ha! I wish you luck, and you’ll need it.” And with that he sprang, but Shik’tok didn’t feel fear, but anger and justice. This abomination caused the destruction of his home and so many deaths, and he’s proud of it? How dare it! Time seemed to slow down around him, and he bit into the pitch black abomination, as the crystals glowed even brighter. His attack went right through him. “You think that puny attack will work? I am invincible!” sneered Evil. Even madder Shik’tok leaped and attacked again and again and again to no avail. But after being tired out from his own attacks, as if in a dream, all the heroes of times past were standing before him, ready to face Evil. The first Shik’tok, Kalo’ko, Ka’hanna, Shadowstalker, Has’kili, Yush’tsi, and Toke’korai. And even Kalo’ko was in physical form! “Coming back from the dead, now are you? Well, I can do the same thing!” And with that, Shulo’han, Palo’puda, and Kulei’pa appeared before Evil, ready to fight their former and new enemies. And with that, the battle resumed, even fiercer. Evil once again, used his power over earth to try to get rid of them all in one fell swoop, but missed, cracking open the ceiling instead, revealing the sunlight and moonlight in one, battling the darkness away. Even the sun and moon were losing! Then he saw Evil closing in on him, opening up his jaws, and… nothing. He opened his eyes and found himself in a field next to a cherry blossom tree. He knew what had happened. He had died. And failed. But then, the Star Wolf from his vision, Star’pilak, appeared to him. “You know why you’re here, right?” “Yeah. I died,” replied Shik’tok gloomily. “No. That’s not why you’re here. You’re just getting stronger, gaining strength. Wait. Rest for a bit. Soon, you’ll be strong enough to face Evil, Justice,” answered Star’pilak. “Why’d you call me Justice?” asked Shik’tok. “Because that’s who you are, replied Star’pilak, “you are the embodiment of justice, like how Evil is the embodiment of evil. You see, remember that time you were lost and the first Shik’tok guided you home?” “Yes.” “Well, you didn’t realize it, but that trek was set by us for a purpose. It gave you strength, determination, courage, perseverance, and justice, all you really need to defeat Evil. Channel your energy into these things, and you’ll be able to defeat it.” And with those words, Shik’tok woke up to see Kalo’ko above him, ready to use the same thing he used in Ka’hanna, giving up his new physical body. “Not yet, Kalo’ko, not yet.” said Shik’tok, who’s name was changed once more to Justice. He stood up, and confronted Evil. Evil stared at him, shocked because he had killed him, and then his lifeless gaze hardened and he lunged in fury. But Justice stayed cool, dodged, a bit hard into Evil’s spine with a sickening crunch. Evil gasped in a new experience to him: pain. Then Justice went up and bit his neck hard, ending the struggle. Then the other revived enemies stumbled and quickly died as Evil did, and Justice realized he had won the battle. He then told the others his experiences and they all decided to return home, victorious, to family and friends

The End

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In wilds of yore, where sunlight kissed the green,
Shik'tok's proud pack, a vibrant, joyous scene.
His pups, Shen'tul and Shen'hin, eyes so bright,
Were named with love, in ceremony's gentle light.

But joy turned grey, a phantom whispered low,
Of darkness rising, where destruction'd grow.
Star'pilak, fierce, with vision in his gaze,
Foretold of fire, flood, and earth's contorted maze.

A forest burned, consumed by fiery breath,
A beast unseen, a harbinger of death.
Shik'tok, alone, in visions dark and grim,
Felt Justice stir, a flame to counter him.

Kalo'ko wise, on moonlit path appeared,
With ancient strength, his prophecy endeared.
"Embrace the right, the balance true and keen,"
He spoke, "for Evil's shadow lurks unseen."

Rains unleashed, with lightning's vengeful tongue,
The earth in convulsions, where death had sprung.
Shik'tok's paws in fissures plunged him deep,
But from the darkness, Justice vowed to keep.

He woke to ruin, a silent, charred domain,
Where life once danced, now only ashes remain.
Kalo'ko's echoes whispered in the breeze,
"Justice, your path, to end this reign unease."

His pack found solace, his resolve made grand,
To face the fiend, with blade of heart in hand.
Through landscapes stark, his journey carved its way,
To Evil's lair, where shadows held their sway.

In cavern depths, the beast of malice stood,
Eyes cold and lifeless, stained with crimson blood.
"You dare defy?" the monster hissed and clawed,
But Justice struck, a righteous fury thawed.

His teeth sank deep, through darkness, black and cold,
But Evil laughed, "Your efforts, I unfold!"
Exhausted, faltering, Shik'tok saw a sight,
Heroes of old, bathed in celestial light.

Shik’tok, strong, and Kalo’ko, wise,
Ka’hanna and Shadowstalker in their ancient guise,
Has’kili, Yush’tsi, Toke’korai, hand in hand,
All of these heroes against Evil to protect the land

With ancient echoes, and a rising dawn,
They fought as one, the darkness to withdraw.
The sun and moon, in harmony combined,
Their beams of hope, on shattered earth entwined.

Shik'tok, fallen, in a cherry blossom's sleep,
Yet Star'pilak's voice, through memories did creep.
"You sleep, Justice, to rise anew, more strong,
Your destiny awaits, to right the wrong."

He wakened then, by Kalo'ko's side,
His heart aflame, with purpose as his guide.
And back he strode, to Evil's final stand,
Justice in hand, against the shadowed land.

The beast's eyes widened, disbelief took hold,
As Justice struck, a story to unfold.
With bite and claw, the darkness found its end,
And Evil's reign, to oblivion did descend.

Victorious echoes filled the sunlit air,
The heroes fading, to legends that they share.
Justice returned, to pack and family's embrace,
The scars of war, upon his valiant face.

So ends the tale, of darkness met with light,
Of Justice born, to conquer endless night.
Let whispers run, through valleys and through trees,
Of Shik'tok, hero, carried on the breeze.