Alpha Griffon Knight Novels & Stories

Griffin circled me before he launched at me from the side once more, in a swift motion I had leaped above, shifting to my human to gain more height and allowing my wolf take over once more as I landed upon him with crash. He was out, his ankle twisted in the worst possible way. ‘It’s over Griffin, you’re a thing of the past now. Hand over Tristan and never set foot or paw in the south again!’ The wolf could barely stand, his stance on his left leg wobbling. But I knew what must have been done, Griffin was a wolf whose envy would cloud his judgement. I turned my back to him, awaiting his cheap shot. ‘As you wish… Alpha!’ When his paw contacted my back I felt the jab like daggers breaking into

“She has Earthy. Dragon is much better than griffin, anyway.” “I don’t concur. Let’s kill the rider and present her to the lord first.” That… Samuel had no business going against it. It was a brilliant idea. Taking the griffin after the death of the rider wouldn’t be considered stealing. The griffin would be their war possession. “Alright.” “Okay.” Suddenly, Samuel and Conan had an unspoken agreement between them. “I’ll kill the rider in the air.” “I’ll take the griffin once she falls on the ground.”

The twins giggled. Griff’s lips tightened, and a muscle in his jaw flexed. A real alpha would know how to deal with a belligerent wolf, but Griff hadn’t earned his position through the dominance that came with knocking heads to establish a hierarchy. He was more of a weasel than Microdick Don. At least our new boss was transparent with his duplicity. “Franklin, let’s go back.” The twin on his right slipped her hand beneath his jacket and groped his chest.

I responded, raising from where I sat. Griffin cut me off guard when he brought out his Alpha rod as he raised it up. “I, Griffin Jackson. The alpha of red moon pack pronounced you as my successor of La Vince Entertainment.” He pronounced with all authority given unto him.

“I know.” * The packhouse is buzzing when we arrive, the energy palpable. Wolves from both the Valens and Silver Crescent packs move through the space, their conversations blending into a low hum of unity. For the first time in a long time, there’s no tension, no lingering distrust. Just… peace. Griffin’s standing near the main hall, his arm still in a sling but his expression sharp and determined. When he spots us, he waves us over. “Alpha,” he says, his tone teasing as he looks at me. “Beta,” he adds, nodding at Jaxon with a grin.

I still wasn't used to the horrors of battle. My eyes flickered between the flock of wolves and my mate. Without much thought, I lifted a stool and threw it against two rogues in an attempt to aid him. Feral roars sprung out of the tension, especially when the seat successfully landed in their furry, scarred backs. The rogues snapped and fixed their gaze on mine; while observing them quietly, my mate took this opportunity to jump and topple them over. Apparently, Allpha Knight rose surprisingly in speed and power. What caught my attention was how his eyes changed from green to a fiery red color, much like the rogues.

How was that even possible? Her wolf was large like an Alpha, but it wasn’t the color of an Alpha or any other wolf I had ever seen. She had gray and red fur, simply beautiful and one of a kind. We watched as they looked at Knight at the same time. They had the same eyes and it seemed the same thoughts. They turned back towards each other at the same time, which was a little eerie. We watched as they seemed to have a conversation before they started a rampage against the Mystics.

Each of them formidable alphas from packs with unique abilities and legacies. Caius Knight Black of the Nightshade Pack was a tall man with long, sleek black hair that framed his chiseled face. His eyes were a piercing silver, sharp and calculating, often concealed under the shadow of his brow. The Nightshade Pack was known for their mastery over shadows and stealth, and Caius embodied that secrecy and quiet danger. His wolf, as dark as night itself, was a shadow among shadows, capable of blending into the darkness without a trace.

Even the younger wolves moved with purpose, their earlier uncertainty replaced by grim determination. "They're ready," Carlos said, joining me at the fence line. "Are they?" I watched Rafe attempt a complex maneuver and nearly lose his footing. "They're training to fight rogues, not corrupted super-wolves powered by stolen life force." "Then we train them harder." "It won't be enough." I turned to face him, the morning sun casting harsh shadows across the field. "Griffin isn't just stronger than a normal wolf—he's strategically brilliant. He taught me everything I know about combat and tactics. And if somehow, he's involved in this..."

Landon instantly went rigid, his wolf instincts flinching as he pulled his knife from the wood and took a respectful step back. Kieran Ravenscroft stepped out from the darkness. The Alpha of the Ravenscroft Family moved with the predatory grace of an apex killer. Dressed in a dark leather coat that broad-shouldered his massive frame, his dark eyes held a lethal, golden ember that flared as his gaze locked onto mine. The scent of ozone, crushed pine, and ancient bloodline power flooded the small room, making the air feel thick and heavy.