Kathrine’s Substack

Kathrine’s Substack

Share this post

Kathrine’s Substack
Kathrine’s Substack
The Last Daughter of Wolves (5)
Copy link
Facebook
Email
Notes
More

The Last Daughter of Wolves (5)

A serialised dark fantasy novella. My first book.

Kathrine Elaine's avatar
Kathrine Elaine
Nov 27, 2024
∙ Paid
5

Share this post

Kathrine’s Substack
Kathrine’s Substack
The Last Daughter of Wolves (5)
Copy link
Facebook
Email
Notes
More
2
2
Share

This is the first book I published, the first chapter is free to read in the link below, however the next 6 chapters will be paywalled. The book is available to purchase HERE . I’d be incredibly grateful should you decide to buy my book or become a paid Subscriber, and read it here. You can read the free chapter 1 below:

Chapter 1


Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Stella watched the sunlight caress the skin on Julian’s arms. The Summer’s afternoon was hot, so he had rolled up the sleeves of his white shirt and taken off his boots. Julian sat barefoot in the shade of the riverside trees, reading a book. Two horses were grazing in the shady forest behind them, and two swords lay on the green moss near Julian. The two of them were supposed to be practicing sword fighting, but the terrible heat robbed them of all their good will, and left nothing but the desire to spend the afternoon in idle pursuits, such as reading or swimming.

“Come, let’s go for a swim!” Stella appeared next to Julian. He dropped his book startled, a Wolfling knew how to creep up on her prey without a sound.

“The water is freezing cold,” he replied with a smirk and picked up his book.

“Exactly,” said Stella, snitching the book from his hands and pushing Julian into the water from the steep riverbank. She followed, jumping into the water with an enormous splash. She swam up next to Julian.

“It’s ice-cold, Stella!” he screamed, annoyed.

Stella splashed the water in his face instead of answering and laughed at him.

“Let’s swim to the other side! You’ll warm up, Julian,” she said cheerfully.

She did not wait for his reply. Stella was a good swimmer. Julian watched her strong, feminine body move swiftly through the clear water; he followed as quickly as he could.

Stella marched out of the river with her wet, white petticoat dress embracing her curves and displaying them quite openly. She did not care about it.

This post is for paid subscribers

Already a paid subscriber? Sign in
© 2025 Kathrine Elaine
Privacy ∙ Terms ∙ Collection notice
Start writingGet the app
Substack is the home for great culture

Share

Copy link
Facebook
Email
Notes
More