Alpha Pink Wolf Novels & Stories

He was terrified. Suddenly, the bushes at the edge of the clearing rustled violently, and Alpha Rollins burst through, his massive wolf form emerging from the shadows. His fur was a dark, almost black, shade of brown that blended with his eyes color. His eyes, glowing a fierce amber, were locked onto the rogues, blazing with fury. Rollins was enormous, even for a wolf—his powerful muscles rippling under his fur, his sharp teeth bared in a vicious snarl.

My wolf revels in the simple joy of the run, the temporary freedom from human worries. The moon hangs high overhead, bathing the forest in light that filters through the canopy. My Beta, Alaric, a massive gray wolf with battle scars crisscrossing his muzzle, flanks me on the right. He's been by my side since I took the mantle of Alpha after Lyla's father died. On my left runs Aria, the pack's head warrior, her russet fur gleaming as she moves with lethal grace.

Kile muttered. "Kile, shut it!" Rae warned. "Yes Luna." Kile chuckled. "Ok we want details. Wolf names and colors please!" Charlie replied. "Ally's wolf is a brownish color. Her name is Sable. And she's beautiful." James replied looking at Ally. "Rae's wolf is snow white, her name is Winter." Jake replied. "You're kidding?" Charlie asked. "Nope." Jake replied. "How's that possible? I checked her lineage." Charlie replied.

“The white wolf wanted to help, so he moved from pack to pack, staying just safe of territory lines. He learnt the way of the woods, and lived a lonely life, helping others but asking for nothing in return.” “Then, one day, the white wolf toed the boundary of a righteous pack’s land. The Alpha bounded forwards, smelling rogue and serving justice with a swift and deadly swipe of his claws.” “As the white wolf fell, they discovered a young girl, cowering behind his lifeless body. The girl was the Alpha’s daughter. She cried out as the white wolf fell, and stared in awe as he began to bleed. You see, his blood did not run red; no, it was purple.”

The wolves surrounded him, ready to take his life as they were commanded not to leave any survivors except the Alpha's daughter. Then, two wolves burst from the shadows and suddenly started attacking the rogues. One was a huge black wolf, twice the size of all the other wolves, and the other was a brown wolf. The huge black wolf’s eyes gleamed red, symbolizing that he was an Alpha, but that wasn't what made the rogues fear him—the mark on the wolf's face made them recognize him as Alpha Kayden and without waiting, they all took to their heels.

I could not help but close my eyes as my wolf got excited again at the sight of her. "I don't think so, miss." I said to her in amusement. "But I'm supposed to meet Chelsea here… Is she inside? And who are you by the way?” She bombed me with questions anxiously. "I'm Bill, Alpha of the Lune Pack. I saw you at the party earlier. And you're...?" I guessed I knew who made the call just now. "Nice to meet you, Alpha Bill. I'm Cherry. I'm here to..." "Oh, you're Cherry?! Come on in!” I opened the door wide, inviting her in.

I was drawn to him with an inexplicable force that made my heart stumble. He stepped closer, lowering himself to my height. A fleeting smile ghosted across his lips. “So you’re the girl hiding in the woods,” he said, his voice low and rasped. “I’ve heard the rumors, the black wolf that haunts the full moon.” I said nothing. My voice unused for years, maybe I've forgotten how to speak. I only stared. “No need to fear, my dear,” he murmured. “While they see disaster, I see potential. I am Alpha Xareth Morryn. Alpha of Crimson Dusk.”

Her fur strikes a shade of grey that catches the soft light filtering through the trees, her form sleek and strong. Unable to help myself, I step closer and run a hand gently along her neck. She immediately growls low in her throat, her sharp teeth flashing in warning. "Sorry," I mutter quickly, raising my hands and stepping back. She huffs, looking away, and without wasting any more time, I shift too, feeling my human thoughts blend seamlessly with Alacrick, my wolf. Our wolves face each other for a brief moment, studying, connecting. I'm Kira. I don't think we've met” she introduces herself, her voice clear and confident.

"We're trying to figure out what pack he's from, but so far the description hasn't fit any released wolves." "What does that mean?" "Well Alpha's communicate with each other and exchange information. We let each other know when a member has been let go and why. Other Alphas can make the call to invite them to their pack or leave them as an outcast. The man you described doesn't fit any descriptions." "So he was born an outcast?"

My breath caught. It wasn’t a wolf. Not entirely. It was far larger than any wolf I had ever seen. Its body moved with unnatural grace, shadows clinging to its form like a second skin. Its eyes glowed not silver like an Alpha’s, not gold like a normal wolf but something deeper. Something ancient. A low growl rippled through the Blackthorn warriors as they formed a defensive line. “What is that?” one of them whispered. No one answered. Because no one knew. But I did.