Alpha Dire Wolf Novels & Stories

Okay, so she went through her first shift and her wolf is beautiful. Oh yes, her wolf is beautiful. Is that how we put it? Well, tell me the Alpha commands. Our daughter is a red wolf. Everyone in the room gasps and then goes silent. Are you sure that her wolf is red? Israel asks. Oh, we are most definitely sure her wolf is red except she has a white stripe going down the middle of her back. Alpha Israel asks the elders can you tell us what this means? Elder Eric spoke I don't know what this means. We never had a red wolf in any pack before.

And more beautiful. I draw air into my lungs and let out an imitation of a wolf's howl. My voice breaks out and echoes through it. And then - the voices of the pack. With a wolf howl, they respond from different directions. No more than a minute passes, and werewolves come out of the forest towards me. The first is a huge light wolf. No one dares to step ahead of him. The confident gait of the alpha, the ears are straight, directed forward. Nearby, everyone else is trying to lean a little to the ground, their tails are lowered and their ears are tucked in. My Hachiko.

The Solar Eclipse Pack was a small pack that consisted of about 500 wolves and 100 of them were warriors. they were located in the rural parts of Virginia, more specific closer to Marion, Virginia. They have been fighting other packs around them for months,because they were the smallest pack of the packs around them. Those fight were more for territory over anything else. The strongest of any of the packs around them was the Blood Lust pack. All they cared about was power and 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.

Damn, she had me all messed up in mere minutes of interacting with her. “What do you think about the proposal, Eliot?” Adaline asked. She was a business partner and an ally, the female Alpha of the Morning Moon Pack. A true seductress, she knew how to use her beauty to gain more territory and protection. She ran a firm and tight pack, but my interest in her was mainly due to her ancestry. She descended from a rare lineage of wolves called dire wolves, which had long been extinct. They were superior to werewolves and had unique skills, including the power to absorb energy. This talent would prove helpful in my plans. I have been observing and testing Adaline for years without her knowledge, y

I could see his unease — old loyalties tangled with a hint of judgment. Jayden climbed out of the next truck. A young Alpha, tall & wiry, head of a pack that specilaised in reconnaissance & stealth, followed by his Beta, eyes sharp and assessing. They took control of the coast line packs when number dropped to less than a few hundred & have been an incredible ally for us. Then Idris, quiet and deliberate, from a pack that controlled the northern hunting grounds, older wolves with strong survival instincts. Their presence was calm, measured nothing flashy, just the precision of experience.

The judge straightened slowly, his voice cutting through the air like a blade. “The Elder Council is about to present the key evidence in this case. All pack members, turn your eyes to the crystal screen.” An ancient moonstone panel framed in gold lit up. The image showed the pack guard interrogating a she-wolf, her wrists shackled with silver chains. “Name.” “Abe Perry.” “Who are your direct blood relatives?” “Only one sister—Harper Perry. She’s currently the personal assistant to Alpha Julian Everhart, heir of the Everhart Clan.”

“That’s debatable.” It wasn’t. Damian Moretti—Daria’s fiancé—was the Alpha of the New York pack. A werewolf. The grandson of the man who, seventy years ago, had led the werewolves in their three-year war against humans after they revealed themselves to the world.

Ditto buddy! “What? You can fly over the river as a wolf?” I shot. “Almost, I am one of the fastest wolves in Astoria,” Kent said. Not bragging but just like it was a fact. “Why don’t you transform and I hop on your back? I can hold on pretty tight.” I suggested. Kent turned to me slowly. He looked beyond angry. “How dare you!” “What?” I asked, confused. “How dare you ask an Alpha to be your mule? I have never, will never, let anyone ride my back.” He explained further.

He hugged me back and then set me back down. “You’ll be the death of me, Phire! And I haven’t found my mate yet.” He said as he laughed. “Warrior Dravo and Warrior Sapphire! Report to the Alpha’s office in ten!” Beta Keith said through the mindlink. “Race ya?” D asked. “You’re on D-man!” As we sprinted towards the pack house Dravo slowed down and started to sniff everything and his wolf started to growl. “D? D?! Dravo?!!” I yelled trying to get his attention.