Alpha Demon-wolf Novelas e Histórias

The witch’s eyes gleam with hatred. “He will crumble.” Her fingers trail through the fog. “And the girl will break.” My pulse races. My soul answers. “I’ll do it.” The witch’s shape flickers—once, twice—then she is gone. The fog dissolves. Silence falls. My wolves stare at me from the shadows, uncertain. Waiting. I lift my head, breath steadying. “We march at dawn,” I say. One wolf steps forward. “Alpha… where?” “Where all broken things return,” I whisper, voice dripping with new resolve.

With Ashly's scent in the room, Alex the wolf was clawing at him, wanting him to take his Omega and make sweet love to him. "No! You can't leave me like this. Please, Alpha, please! Just hold me for a few minutes; the cramps hurt so much. Hold me." Ashly's voice was so hoarse from the screaming and whimpering. She needed water, but Ashly wouldn't let Alex leave the room. She never imagined that Alpha would find her so unattractive, but damn, it's killing her.

His wolf, as dark as night itself, was a shadow among shadows, capable of blending into the darkness without a trace. Damian Slovan Sletherion from the Ironclad Pack stood like a giant, his muscular frame towering over most. His short, dark brown hair and stern expression only enhanced his reputation as one of the most powerful alphas, his pack renowned for their unmatched strength and combat prowess. Damian's wolf was a massive, iron-gray beast with a thick, imposing build that could crush opponents with brute force.

He turns around and looks at me. “What did you do today?” He asks. “Nothing,” I reply and he gives a half smile that does not touch his tired eyes. “So your name’s Derek?” I ask out of the blues and the way his eyes widen in astonishment tells me I caught him off guard. “Yes,” he says, quickly picking himself up from the shock. “How did you know that?” He asks softly. “The scary wolf with black eyes called you Derek. Is he the Alpha?” “Right, Nate. Uh, he’s not the Alpha. He’s my best friend. One of the strongest werewolves in the territory.”

Those were their trophies. “Hunters,” I whispered to myself. “Rasia….” My father’s voice cracked through the noise. He was the Alpha of our small pack. He was strong and looked unbreakable. U turned towards him…running. But I never reached him. A blast goes off. The shockwave threw me into the dirt as pain exploded through my shoulder. I immediately tasted blood. When I looked up, the elder’s hall was burning. Wolves I trained with, fighters, are dropping like flies as silver bullets pierce through them.

The rogues stopped after seeing the rounds of silver bullets strapped on her like a sash. "Is Alpha Eris mocking us, the Midnight Howlers? He even has the guts to use a small human to guard the Omega camp's border. Little human, can't you see the DarkMoon used you as a small sacrifice? Come and join the Midnight Howlers and we will welcome you with open arms." A black wolf came out and transformed to his human form. He was topless and half of his pants was shredded to pieces revealing his calves full of scars. Every part of his body was filled with scars and fresh bruises.

he said extending his hand, inviting the other to join him. The omega growled. His eyes turned yellow and he transformed, attacking the other. "Abel."Daina cried, turning into a gray wolf to defend her brother. However, the other wolf, Davina, turned into a brown wolf and attacked her. The thud of the bodies being thrown to the ground was heard. Sera stood up to watch with tears in her eyes. How could she be part of such a clan? Someone who killed her own omega. She preferred to belong only to her mother’s.

The sinister figure loomed above her, his triumphant aura casting a malevolent shadow over her prone form. As he hovered above Amelia, relishing his apparent victory, a sudden blur of fur and fury exploded into the scene. Adrian's wolf, a magnificent creature with a gleaming coat of silver and eyes ablaze with righteous fury, lunged at the intruder with unmatched strength and speed. The impact was bone-jarring, a collision of primal power that sent shockwaves through the night.

With deliberate movements, it circled the evil entity, studying it with a critical eye. "You have strayed far from the path, young one," the Primeval Alpha spoke, its voice resonating through the air like thunder. "But there is still a glimmer of your true self within." Amelia and her allies observed in anticipation, their eyes fixed on the unfolding scene. The Primeval Alpha raised its colossal paw, and with a swift motion, struck the creature's chest, causing it to recoil with a yelp of pain. The dark energy that had consumed the werewolf swirled and twisted, battling against the Primeval Alpha's influence. Amelia clenched her fists, urging the creature to fight back against the darkness t

The scent of Elias's lingering presence upon her was an insult to the wolf's senses, and it was driving him insane. "No, Dean Wason, it isn't what you imagine!" she bellowed, but he was not listening. He struck at her, a whirl of muscle and claw.Dickson was on him in an instant, a whirl of his own. He tackled the creature, and they rolled both crashing to the ground. "Run, Sama Arthur, run!" he yelled, his voice struggling for breath as he struggled to hold back the huge, furious creature.But the beast was too strong. He was not Dean Wason anymore; he was a raw, unsoiled Alpha wolf, with strength beyond the usual. With a furious growl, he tossed Dickson aside from him, and Dickson fell hard