Alpha Sigma Wolf Novels & Stories

Said a man, as he slowly came down the stairs, his voice reverberated around the cell. "I'm glad you're finally awake, I could have sworn you were dead," He smiled at her as he came into view, standing in front of her cell. I could tell that he was a high-ranking wolf from the way he carried himself. He wasn't an Alpha, I would have been able to sense that if he had been, but I knew he was most likely a Beta or a Delta, one of the Alpha's second or third in command. The Alphas were the strongest of any wolf pack, they were also the highest and purest of any bloodline, a position which they were born it. The Betas and Deltas were often chosen by the Alphas from the strongest in their packs, u

He'd gone back there the next day and when he did, he found out that was the SCARRED WOLVES PACK-the one that was newly opened. It was managed and controlled by a female Alpha.......such an uneasy glory. Since every Alpha wolf knew that at this time of every year, the Alphas' Annual Party was going to happen and that day was today!!!! Radolf got dressed in his normal corporate suit that had it's fine detailing of beads.. His freshly shaved haircut, specs and accessories depicted his personality.........Hot! Sassy! Expensive! While he dressed up, his Beta and Loreen were already waiting outside for him. They were going to attend the Alphas' party together.

Their eyes shocked in horror, mouths muffled incoherent words before Vampire ran up with a small giggle in between while swinging her own weapon. That was the last view before they fell into a dream realm. On the other hand, a few Wolf and Shepherd members gathered around. They were small in numbers and also were experimental subjects. “Alphas!” One of Wolf’s members gathered. “Betas!” The Alphas greeted them. Wolf had three power hierarchies: Alpha, Beta, and Gamma. Alpha was the leader and consisted of two people. Beta was the second in command and had four members while Gamma was the last in command, and had eight members.

Duke wore a sinister expression as he looked at the infamous Alphas “Christopher Lockhart the calamity blood ‘Dark Blur’, Michael ‘Thunder claw’ Stella ‘Crazy Bitch Alpha’ Jacob ‘White titan’ the five founders of Calamity blood pack” The rest were Harold, John, Madison, Lancelot, Mico, Pat, Chloe, Ramos, Abraham, and Fred although they joined later on they were over 200 years and each Alpha were power house. “Ahem… gentlemen shall we” Bryan stretched out his hands in the air while transforming back to his human wolf from with his frightened crimson red glowing eyes a similar were wolf form charging at the primordial Alpha with murderous intent and rage. They were like raging bulls moving to

He didn’t say a word and Ramos felt like he was on display. Later that night, they were brought out of their cells and faced the pack as they stood in a circle around them. The young Alpha stood next to Alpha Blake, barely glancing at them. An older man stood next to the young Alpha and Ramos couldn’t be sure if they were father and son. They had not been. The older man was John Whitcombe, head Alpha of Wolf Council of the United States. Alpha Blake announced that a wolf tribunal would be held right there and then, that they had sufficient witnesses to ensure that the tribunal would be held fairly. Paul started swearing at the pack in a fit of rage.

Emma was smiling brightly with excitement, it both worried and warmed me seeing her embrace all these changes. Although we call them werewolves they are not as human stories make them out to be. Werewolves can be described as humanoid beings that share their minds and bodies with a beast spirit. Some believe that they originated from the Fay centuries ago as it is common knowledge some of the Fay also have beast forms such as panthers, birds of prey , or sharks (in the case of the Mer). In current times the wolves follow laws created by a council comprised of each pack's leader. This leadership is run by a male called Alpha and a Luna (his female partner). Some members have called for this t

I asked him. "Yes Alpha" "Thanks London you may leave now and please make sure that everyone is ready to leave tomorrow by 10 a.m. London slightly nodded and left me alone to prepare for the World Alphas Meeting, which will be held two days from now in Newyork. Every 10 years all the Alphas from around the world gather together and choose an Alpha to be the head of all the Alphas and to be titled as The Alpha's Alpha . The Alpha's Alpha has the job to maintain peace among Alphas and solve their disputes. There is only one way the Alpha of the Alphas is chosen and that is by fighting other Alphas , by showing that you are stronger than the rest of the Alphas, strong enough to lead other Alpha

For once I get a glimpse of his tattoos noticing them all designed in black ink, the intricate lines, swirls and pattern running along his muscular torso. “What took us so long was the fact we had to drive through the worse pathway ever and I had to bring your new Alpha here.” Ira states with an eye roll and I chuckle. Putting two and two together I deduct that this wolf will be the first member joining the pack as soon as its established that Ira mentioned last night, the thought of it making me excited as I have a feeling this wolf will make a great Theta or Head Warrior. A perfect addition if I do say so myself. [He looks strong.] Alex links me and I nod, turning to look back at my brothe

Alpha introduced us to the man, whose eyes were fixed to where my mating marks were peeking out from underneath my tee shirt. He got up and held out his hand. Such a human greeting. “I’m Waylon, the Alpha of the council.” My jaw nearly dropped. This man, barely more than a child, was the Alpha of the council, the same council that had put my stomach in knots any time I thought about the stupid rules they were trying to impose upon us. His hand froze. Alicia reached out and shook it, which was good because I did nothing. I was still stuck on this kid who’d made life so stressful for us.

Across the room, separated from us by forty feet of polished marble floor and a hundred oblivious conversations, was the Silvermoon pack's designated area. Their Alpha , a broad man named Darius who I'd spoken to briefly near the entrance , stood at the center of his group, deep in conversation with two other men. Around him, his Betas, his senior wolves, their families and delegates and unmated members arranged in the loose social geometry of a pack comfortable in its own company. The scent was coming from somewhere inside that cluster.