Alpha Werewolf Novels & Stories

~Darren At age eight, I was forced to become an adult. My father was the ruthless Alpha of the Malreux Wolf Pack. He led with an iron fist and never allowed anyone to cross him. He was feared by all in the pack as well as other packs and he was the only one who had enough guts to attack an entire vampire clan. He massacred the entire clan and allowed our lands to expand. This earned him more power and fear from the other wolf packs in the territory.

body still refused to yield to her pleas . Her attempt was once again a futile one. Her eyelids had not opened a bit. She was running out of time. Derek kept on roaring like he was going to die. Though she was very afraid, she knew at the same time that she might just be the only way to salvage the whole situation. Her heart broke the moment she heard Derek trying to justify why he killed those people. That chamber had a memory that he could not yet get over. The alpha king needed to be helped. He needed help desperately, most especially at the moment. The sounds of things that had been smashed on the floor kept on tearing the air apart. Yes. This was the right moment to do the needful. She

It all was blatantly visible in Alfie’s mannerisms. “That’s the closest thing to a name I have for whatever you are. A werewolf is someone who turns into a wolf every full moon.” Jaden explained and Alfie listened curiously before shaking his head. “Sounds stupid? Why every full moon?” Jaden shrugged his shoulders. “How would I know?” Another couple of seconds passed before Alfie moved closer to Jaden and Jaden almost felt like he was going to kiss him again when Alfie suddenly startled back, quickly yelling a soft “Sorry!”.

This situation, Adam did not dare to imagine at all. "Brother, you don't have to be afraid, it's me!" Just when Adam didn't know if he should run away or not. A young man, with an angular face, suddenly walked over, used a very friendly look, and greeted him. Although he did not recognize this person's face, Adam's voice was still clearly remembered. This is the gray wolf in the pack of the great white wolf, he is also a werewolf, his name is Smith. “Are you… Smith?”

He turns around and looks at me. “What did you do today?” He asks. “Nothing,” I reply and he gives a half smile that does not touch his tired eyes. “So your name’s Derek?” I ask out of the blues and the way his eyes widen in astonishment tells me I caught him off guard. “Yes,” he says, quickly picking himself up from the shock. “How did you know that?” He asks softly. “The scary wolf with black eyes called you Derek. Is he the Alpha?” “Right, Nate. Uh, he’s not the Alpha. He’s my best friend. One of the strongest werewolves in the territory.”

My tone is soft and seductive, hoping he would get my meaning. He smirks at my joyous smile and slips off his shorts in one swift motion. I listen to the cracking of his bones and watch him shift into a huge werewolf. His fur is a shadowy dark gray color, so smooth it is almost smokey, silver blue. I am mesmerized by his wolf; he is absolutely stunning and definitely an Alpha male. I thought he said he was just a warrior? Normal warriors aren’t usually the coloring of an Alpha.

I had tried to ignore it, to deny it, but with every passing hour, it became more impossible to escape the truth. I’d seen the way he fought, the way he ripped a man’s heart out with his bare hands, the way his eyes glowed like embers in the dark. He was a werewolf. Not just any werewolf, but an Alpha—the leader of the Bloodhound pack. A pack so dangerous that even the most hardened criminals feared its name. And I, of all people, was his mate.

However, the healer was unsure of the phone numbers’ identities. A voice responded. The voice wasn’t a machine message. “Hello, Dominic? What’s wrong now?” The deep voice of a well-recognized male wolf. Ever since the secret existence of the supernatural condition broke. This voice belonged to Gregory Wolversen, Alpha of the Black River Pack and head of the Toronto Council of Alphas.

I looked at them all annoyed before the guard turned back to me looking serious again. “Do you have an appointment with the Alphas? You smell like a witch, we don’t really mess with your kind around here, you best be on your way.” I was becoming angry now, I didn’t have time to mess around with some scum flea bags that hated me for being a witch. It was no rumor that wolves didn’t like witches much. I got out of my car casting a spell that held the warrior in the air making him gasp. The other two warriors ran over before both of their eyes glazed over.

Her call is an echo on the wind, a summons to battle that cannot be ignored. Beside her appears a pair of wolves, Aoron and Eta. They connect with the werewolves, seeking compatible partners amidst the pack. Together, they unleash a powerful howl and charge towards the Drider. They attack from all directions, their claws and teeth deadly weapons that tear and rend. Gradually, they manage to break all the Drider's legs, incapacitating it.