All Wolf Ranks Novels & Stories

I also got a better view of his Wolf Mark, as I hadn’t seen much of it under the collar of his shirt last night. It was of a howling wolf head with a paw print wrapped around it. His Mark was black, as most Alpha wolves had. There was a color rank to a mark, with black at the top of the list. The next was red, followed by blue, green, orange, and yellow.

“We wolves belong to packs, and those who do not belong to any pack are called rogues. These rogues are the ones that attacked Arkans, where you’ve been hiding...” Logan was impossibly close, and I couldn’t breathe properly as I tried to avoid inhaling his air. “Each pack is headed by an alpha, the highest rank in every wolf pack. Neil Morreti selfishly wants that rank for himself, and to secure it, he needs you. He needs to mark you by biting into your neck and claiming you. But in the long run, he’ll surely reject you. He’ll go as far as killing anyone that stands in his way, and Adelia, unfortunately, is one of those victims.”

“Twins were obviously a shock to our parents when we were born. Twins are so rare in the wolf communities, and our father was an alpha, meaning that his son would be too. Then when he had two sons there were so many questions on what that would mean for our future. Mom and Dad conferred with the elders on what do to.” The elders were like royalty and the government all rolled into one for wolves. They knew all the stories and secrets kept throughout the wolves’ time in this world. They also are the protectors of our kind, in charge of keeping us a secret all while we learn to coexist with non wolves. The elder’s make the law, and their say is final.

leave because that would cause suspension and get the packs talking. When you are a wolf married to your mate, it's not easy to walk away until death. If she truly wants an out, she will have to die. She has to stay to protect us; at least, that's what I've been told all my life. also, be careful. They can sense when you have become a wolf and sense your aura. If it seems too strong, that may cause a problem. I didn't see yours until we started talking, and it almost looks like mine. “ I look over at Jesse. “ what do you mean, my aura?? I'm not an alpha. What is going on ?” Jesse stands up, closes her eyes, takes a deep breath, and then opens Her eyes. They're deep, bright red, and around h

His skin grew several layers, dislodging the Alpha's initial bite, and, tumbling away, he got to his feet, turning to meet his attacker head-on. The Wolf Haven's Alpha was a giant grey creature, covered in scars, denoting his rank as he'd obviously fought off a lot of challenges throughout his reign. He didn't attack straight away, circling instead, as Kellen leaped off the porch, gaining more room to move by being on the ground. All around them, yellow eyes emerged from the darkness, silently bearing witness to the battle threatening to erupt. When two Alpha's fought, the rules were clear; no one must interfere, and it was a fight to the death. The Wolf Haven pack had to obey these rules.

Apollo saw the determination in her eyes and nodded, shifting quickly into his white wolf. The Great Wolf and the Great Other bounded into the forest, prepared to do whatever it took to protect it.

They were given the title of Legacy Wolves, keeping up their tradition and passing on their special traits through their children. Yet, as centuries passed by, due to their power the group was viewed as a broodmare, only there to keep a line pure and blessed. Due to this, the endangered group of wolves was forced to hide, away from natural werewolf society. Some had eventually forgotten the trait within them, living their life as normal human beings.

Leroy shouts this time, frustrating the other woman who seems to be losing her nerve as she looks like she is about to lose her shit as she goes to open her mouth again, but then a loud male voice booms near by as alpha Maxwell calls out, "NO! NO TRICK! THE BABY IS TRULY ALIVE AND WELL!" The room suddenly becomes quiet again as everyone turns to look at the alpha of the east pack standing amongst them. He locks eyes with the woman on the stage as even the brown, greying wolf finally looks up at my leader. He slowly steps off of the wolf beneath his paws not looking away from Maxwell. She on the other hand looks from the wolf to my alpha with a mixture of fear and anger, she hisses something

I stared at each line, each word, the important thing was that if I missed a word, it would be like a butterfly effect. Humans are sentimental species, easy to like and hate a person's word, easy to be mentally broken because of an evaluation, also easy to believe a stranger's words and trust that through appearance, a greedy species and most brutal. Werewolves, almost all of them short-tempered and irritable, are also very sensitive; what makes them different is their sincere heart, their heart only opens once in a lifetime. If the wolf mate dies, the wolf will die too, they are not greedy like humans.

"What's that?" "What's what? Oh, the wolf?"