Alfa Canis Majoris Novels & Stories

Kane says. I roll to the left of him as he rolls to right, shifting as he falls off the altar. The witches scream and rush away from him. For a moment, I forget that I’m supposed to get on his back. His exquisite, golden wolf transfixes me. The rarest of them all. The biggest and strongest wolf to walk this earth. Born only once every hundred years and known to us as the Alpha of Alphas. Wow. Well fuck, don’t the gods have a twisted sense of humour?

Jim's wolf once was black but has started to grey with age. Jace her brother and current Alpha was massive. He's even larger than Jake and black as coal. Micha was grey and white. Charlie’s wolf Rojo was red and white he kind of favored a fox but much larger and furrier. Kile’s wolf Major was also grey and white. Roman’s wolf Scout, was almost solid grey. "Is it me, or does your brother look like a wolf on steroids?" Zeus asked. "It's not you. He does." Winter replied.

he muttered. "Are you trying to say I am that big?" "Bigger than Jake himself!" "Really?!" "Seriously." Sarah laughed out her ass after so many argument that she was not going to believe her wolf was bigger than that of Jake's own. She really couldn't believe because in all the history, only Alphas wolf were meant to be big. Yet, her own was even bigger than an Alpha. What does that mean? She was an Omega or was there another breed than an Alpha they didn't know?

Then I started to feel the sting of my bones dislocating and elongating, taking on my wolf form. I felt my consciousness take the back seat to allow the other part of me to come forward. Alastair let out an ear-piercing howl once the transformation was complete, and we stood in the middle of the training grounds and looked around. Alastair was a massive wolf, undeniably an Alpha. He possessed a large frame that reached 6’ at his haunches and at least 8’ at the top of his head. He shared my same coloring with thick black fur and crystal blue eyes; he was a sight to behold.

----- Core group: Canis-Proles Subspecies: Majes Descent: Despite his delicate stature, it is assumed that he originally descended from a dog. Size: head-torso length from 80 to 92 centimeters (possesses only one stump tail), withers from 72 to 86 centimeters. Weight: 63 to 90 kilograms Color and Appearance: Very slim build with a pronounced chest area. A black stripe runs from the head over the back down to his stubby tail. The rest of his fur is a mix of gray and blue mottled fur. Character: The males are solitary and only join groups of females, which usually consist of 3-7 proles, during the mating season. It is diurnal and prefers to be in inhabited areas.

One good thing was that he was the size of an average Alpha, which is 3 times larger than the normal canis lupus, huge compared to a non-Alpha Werewolf. "We fricca alive wið wægn môna. We wagian geond ðurhscînendlic hwæðere r¯æsan swilce man. Sigehrêðig w¯æren dôð heofoncandel gyden, ûser wuldorlic ansund nergend." The Alpha spoke through the mental mind-link. The whole pack repeated the phrase until it became a chant, the whole pack link loaded with pure energy. Then they ran.

Their leader is a black wolf with blue eyes, and he wants to stand on the high cliff and declare war on his opponent. The Red Wolve did not dare to stop but only dared to lean to the side. Wolves usually have gray and yellow fur, but with wolves having white, black, and red fur is very special. The black wolf that received the order to distract Windy was just a wolf with yellow fur because to distract the opponent, he disguised himself to look like Ezra.

It is impossible to predict how the derivative gene will affect the further course of aging. Distribution: rare Distribution area: North and South America, Europe, and to a small extent Asia. ----- Core group: Canis-Proles Subspecies: Majes Descent: Despite his delicate stature, it is assumed that he originally descended from a dog. Size: head-torso length from 80 to 92 centimeters (possesses only one stump tail), withers from 72 to 86 centimeters. Weight: 63 to 90 kilograms Color and Appearance: Very slim build with a pronounced chest area. A black stripe runs from the head over the back down to his stubby tail. The rest of his fur is a mix of gray and blue mottled fur.

I whisper it into his fur, my face still pressed against his neck. I feel more than hear him chuff at my words. As I get my bearings and begin to relax, I realize that this wolf is really big, bigger than my father’s. His body is longer than mine in my human form. I wonder how tall he stands. I’m short, so he may be as tall as I am. I guess it’s because he’s an Alpha. I pull back and look at him. His dark eyes shining back at me. “You must be Cyran.”

When he turned eighteen. Alpha Camren is very handsome. His hair was a natural platinum blonde and his eyes were the color of diamonds. He's tall and has pale skin from the lack of sun. He wasn't delicate. He was built like a stallion with muscles wider than my hands put together. He must've worked out daily. Despite being a golden figure of popularity amongst the female pack members... He had a terrible personality. In fact Alpha Camren is a white wolf. Something Alpha families were known for in this area. Thanks to our fur adapting to the arctic environment.