Alpha Griffon Knight Novels & Stories

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.

’ He answered back through mindlink. “You have to tell me everything later, okay? Promise?” I insisted. I did not hear his answer and I figured it was a yes? I kneeled down and hugged his neck, burrowed my face in his gray fur, though not as soft as my blackie’s fur, but it was still Ronnie’s. ’Huh, well hold-up! What am I thinking? “He” is NOT “my black wolf.” I went crazy there for an instant.’ My wolf Rufina scoffed at me and went back to her old, usual stoic manner.

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..."

Unsurprisingly, the first thing Reika did was to lunge at Giselle who was too shocked to decipher what happened , the she wolf didn't even blink twice at Griffin and knew why she did that , this was her way of telling her that Griffin was his to kill . He grinned and shifted , his black wolf rushing at Griffin who finally got over his shock and changed into his golden brown wolf . Apollo rushed at the golden wolf slamming right at him , sending the golden wolf sprawling on the forest ground . He could sense that this wolf was less dominant than him but that didn't rose any mercy out of him, he knew that this wolf was responsible for his father's death , for turning his mother Rogue .

I couldn't seem to see the reason why we should do that since it was essential for us to communicate at a time like this. Fear coiled inside my heart and so many doubts plunged in one after the other, was she perhaps hurt? where they attacked already? Had she perhaps been ____ I couldn't say the last statement because my wolf seemed to whisper in my head. I tried to comfort him, trying to assure him that our mate was fine. I tried to assure myself that she was fine since she could defend herself, she had been training nonstop this week. "Are you listening, Alpha Scott? My second in command had just said some wolf's had entered my home and taken some of my captive. Do you have any hand in tha

My body are being submissive in front of the Alpha I marked. “We meet,” Warren answered his question. “There is some important thing we talk so you don’t need to be angry, you are hurting her.” Warren pointed the hands of Knight in my wrist. “Did I ask you? Please go, you are not part of this conversation. As an Alpha, where is your manners?” The baritone voice of Knight gives me chills down to my spines. Warren just smirks and hold my other wrist, what did this two doing?!