Alpha Demon-wolf Novels & Stories

Just as the darkness began to creep into the edges of my vision, a large white wolf appeared and knocked him off of me, making him crash to the ground. The wolf stood over me, protectively, as David shifted into his wolf and lunged at the white wolf, snarling with his fangs bared. "Who the fuck are you, you asshole?" David yelled as he stood up and saw the wolf, his claws were already out and ready to fight him. The wolf looked at him, then at me, and then back at him as he shifted into his human form, completely naked and bare in front of us. It was—it was—Alpha James, he was carrying a katana in his hand as he looked at David with anger in his eyes and pointed the sword at him.

Word of mouth travelled fast, and we began to attract a lot of terrified and abused omegas who willingly ran from their tormentors, becoming rogue to find us. My daughter, Carissa, and Beast became symbols within the Wolfen community. We weren’t strictly wolves, however. No, Carissa would not hear of it. I was chuckling at the thought of her challenging Beast on nearly everything. He would yell, but you could see he loved the spark in her. She challenged him in the ways he needed her to. His mind was changing on many things, and he was becoming the Alpha I knew he could be.

"You can't? Aren't you just like them? I mean, from what I've learned so far, an Alpha is like a king." "I am only an Alpha on the outside, Arwa. A true Alpha has a wolf. A wolf is an important aspect of our life, but I don't have it. Or better yet, I've never shifted." "Why?" she asked softly, inching a bit closer to me. I could smell her, a sweet and flowery fragrance which made me ball my hands into fists. She didn't even realize the effect she had on me, or how badly I wished I could have her. But I had to control myself, because she was not mine to claim. Yet.

He let out a gasp of breath as he lowered the can, glancing back at Mark who was still waiting with bated breath to hear the rest of the story. Dean leaned forward with his forearms on his knees and clasped the cola can with both hands, looking at it in thought. "She's a daughter of an Alpha and even though she's only an Omega its been arranged for her to be given to Dominic Carlyle as his mate when she turns eighteen and gets her wolf." "Holy fuck balls..." Mark sat up, seeing the pain of it on Dean's face. "So because of the lake thing, he came to give her a hard time about consorting with the likes of me, I guess."

*** Gabriel's POV "It's not possible for a she wolf to be Alpha." Dimitri looks from me to an omega I've learned is named Nira. Nira shrugs. "She always been more. She's one of our strongest fighters. I guess the betas respect that and followed." "Respect isn't the only thing you need to be Alpha." Dimitri argues with the omega. "No, you have to be born an alpha. Which Amira was. No one expected it. Her mother's pregnancy wasn't different in any way. Not a soul knew until she was born. She had alpha eyes and Alpha Moon could smell her."

I screamed at the top of my voice, unable to watch myself get murdered by these feral beasts. A moment passed and all I could hear was roars, growls and groans of pain, a mixture of different voices and I forced my eyes open. Damon and his guards rushed over, entering into our middle as they began to fight off the rogues. They were in their work forms and Damon stood out easily, he was the Alpha wolf. Huge, almost double the frame of another, he was fierce and powerful. He clawed and bit off necks like he was playing with dulls.

I holler. Gradually, the warriors’ quiet down. I glance at Amalie who is in the Delta's arms. There is no fear in her. She’s filled with murderous rage. “Where is your Alpha?” I ask. “None of your business,” the Delta answers. I nod. “That’s fine. Is Easton aware that you’re manhandling his mate?” “We caught her red-handed.” “Caught her doing what?” I look at Tyler’s body, pretending to examine it. “That was clearly a wolf attack…or does Hallowed Moon have the only spirit wolf in existence that can shift into a wolf?”

He was thrown backward thirty feet through the smoke, his boots scraping grooves into the granite as he fought to maintain his balance. Damon's massive wolf form was changing. His midnight coat shed like burnt paper to reveal a nine-foot bipedal Alpha state. It defied the laws of the lineages. His fur remained pitch black. His spine, his claws and the heavy ridges of his brow were completely lined with the unyielding gold of a sovereign lineage.

Furthermore, few packs have the men to attack 800, let alone 2800. - Golden pack has it. – Emma says. - There is yet another problem. – says Cameron – there are rumors that the Alpha of Alphas has an army of wolves with powers, which he has kidnapped over the years. - This is an exaggeration. That's what he wanted to have. Packs are good at hiding their offspring when they are born with powers. Not to mention that it happens so rarely. But yes, he has wolves with powers, but nothing like he dreams of. The most dangerous of all is one that breathes fire from its mouth, as if it were a dragon. There is another that is also necessary to fear. It can evoke lightning from the sky, but it is not y

*Anonymous POV* "I need to see the Dark Alpha immediately," Damon demanded, his voice cold and urgent as he faced the guards outside the Dark Alpha's castle. The Dark Alpha was infamous among the shifters, feared as the most malevolent creature. His pack consisted of rogue wolves, trained to be merciless and heartless. The Dark Alpha sought power above all else and delighted in inflicting slow, agonizing deaths on his enemies, savoring their pleas for mercy.