Alpha Werewolf Art Novels & Stories

The music played with deep bass and Fenna started talking in a deep voice, “Once werewolves lived in packs of thousands. They were superior beings loved by all. But with great beauty comes jealousy. The human race got jealous of the werewolf’s majestic appearance and the unity that lived among them. A war broke out and our numbers rapidly decreased. The moon goddess was determined to not let her creation go extinct, so she made a werewolf greater than the gods themselves. A werewolf mighty and pure of heart. Her revenge rained down on earth in the form of a massive red wolf with eyes like a raging fire. Agnitus was born. Agnitus saved the werewolves, burning anything or anyone who dared to s

Arther was too busy for working and unfortunately, he really just liked the work activities that he had been doing so far about right now actually. And maybe, Arther even forget how to get relaxed for a while about back then actually. Moreover, apart from taking care of his job as a mafia, Arther also has to take care of his Pack. Yes, Arther is a werewolf. Arther is an Alpha of the Blake Light Pack. After all, those two things were still Arther's responsibility to do about.

I smiled before grabbing the canvas and facing it front for them to see it all. After seeing my art, all of them gasped and my heart was fluttering seeing their eyes sparkling with amazement. “Oh my goodness! This is exactly what we have in mind!” Larry said with tears on the side of his eyes. On the canvas, the moon took center stage, luminous and grand, casting its silvery glow over the scene. Below, in the shadowy depths of the woods, I drew, werewolves prowled, their fur streaked with crimson red highlights that glinted in the moonlight.

Instead, she is greeted by a variety of tastefully done oil paintings that were probably waiting to be displayed in the front hall. Erin knew she should call out to Farida, but she was so captivated by the sheer talent displayed here, that all she could do was just stand there and get an eyeful. One huge painting propped on an easel caught her attention, and Erin walked toward it to get a closer look. Standing in front of the easel, her breath left her. The painting showed two giant werewolves standing on a hill at sunset, their eyes trained on a glowing white stone that appeared to float above their heads. What stunned her the most was that one of the werewolves in the painting was her in w

He fought on, his eyes fixed on Athena making sure none of luka’s pack member were able to come close to her. Finally, there was only one werewolf left and its Luka’s advisor and right hand man in the pack. He is by name ‘’Thor’’. The werewolf was massive, towering over Ardolf and Athena. His eyes glowed with a fierce, yellow light, and his teeth gleamed in the moonlight. Ardolf stepped forward, his knife held high and his senses and abilities were heightened. Thor lunged at him, his claws slashing through the air. Ardolf sidestepped the attack, his knife flashing out and striking Thor in his right arm deeply.

The frantic pounding of my heart grows ever so violently against my chest. I can feel the frigid warmth of their body heat ricocheting through me; like an ironic joke compared to the ice-cold shiver consuming my entire body. I can’t move, I can’t think, and I can’t breathe. Like I'm stuck, paralyzed from the head down. Could it be the wolf shifter from 7 years ago? Is this really my last day? But even if so, I decide I will not go down without a fight.

It felt like I was standing inside the walls of Versailles, except the paintings hanging around were odd. I saw a painting of a crying wolfman on his knees, another of a wolf hanging upside down with a sword plunged through its stomach. There was also a familiar painting of more than ten black wolves holding down a deer, the only difference being the gleam in one of the black wolf’s eyes. I was familiar with the meaning behind that painting; not everyone wants to be bad, some people simply do not have a choice. Why would the bloody Alpha have something so touching hanging in his house? That painting did not resonate with him at all. This bloody Alpha would lose nothing if he was good to peop

The red chakra, the life force of the werewolves, surged through their veins, turning them into monstrous behemoths. The members of the Supreme God Destroyer watched in astonishment as the two alpheno werewolves transformed before their very eyes. They had never witnessed such a sight, the true form of the alpheno werewolf, a creature of immense power and untamed fury. Mary Jane and Alfred, now consumed by the power of the supreme god, lost control of their actions. They lashed out at everything in their sight, friend and foe alike. Their claws tore through flesh, their fangs ripped into skin, and their howls echoed through the ravaged battlefield.

"You can't? Aren't you just like them? I mean, from what I've learned so far, an Alpha is like a king." "I am only an Alpha on the outside, Arwa. A true Alpha has a wolf. A wolf is an important aspect of our life, but I don't have it. Or better yet, I've never shifted." "Why?" she asked softly, inching a bit closer to me. I could smell her, a sweet and flowery fragrance which made me ball my hands into fists. She didn't even realize the effect she had on me, or how badly I wished I could have her. But I had to control myself, because she was not mine to claim. Yet.

Alpha warned, unleashing a third of his magical power on Ned. The burning sensation in Ned's body was like a fire consuming his heart. He covered his chest and retreated, collapsing in pain when he could no longer stand. Alpha regarded the struggling Ned calmly and walked over to him. "Have you decided to comply?" he asked. "No, I'd die first," Ned gritted out through the pain. "Very well, then suffer," Alpha said, unleashing a wave of feral energy that assailed Ned's mind, causing him to scream in agony. The other werewolves watched silently from a distance.