Alpha Werewolf Stories Novels & Stories

If it we were humans, I would have been long gone from home by now, but we were werewolves, and being the Alpha’s son, I had a lot of responsibilities on my shoulders. But that didn’t stop me from getting myself an old beat up truck which I hid on the mansions grounds. Hah!

ALPHA RYAN POV The alert sounded throughout the pack link again; every wolf born and pledged to the pack would have been awoken to the growing urgency of the alert. Trinity Falls Pack was under another attack. The rogues were relentless, and I couldn’t figure out their attack pattern. They had already struck the north wall twice and were now striking at the western border. “Alpha, we are under siege.” One of my head warriors reached out. I rushed into the packhouse. I needed to ensure that Britt was in the bunkers, yet it looked like she had taken another sleeping pill. She was still sound asleep in our bed.

However, their reign of power was cut short when Velda and her army attacked them, slaying a quarter of their pack. Avyanna and Alcinder were heartbroken by the loss of their pack members but knew they needed to regroup and form a plan of action. As they mourned their fallen comrades, they met a young wolf named Elektra, who was seeking refuge from the war-torn lands. Elektra was a skilled healer and had been traveling alone, using her powers to help other animals in need.

The Obsidian Order, her clan, clashed with the Blood Moon Syndicate, a werewolf pack, in an ongoing war. In the midst of an enduring conflict, the Obsidian Order and the Blood Moon Syndicate, representing vampires and werewolves respectively, engaged in a relentless war. Despite numerous peace attempts, all efforts proved futile. The Blood Moon Syndicate, driven by their nature and bloodlust, had initiated an attack on the vampires. Despite the vampires’ superior strength and speed, their primary adversary within the werewolf pack was their Alpha leader, Ethan Clark. In the midst of another assault,

Alpha Black stood in front of Cindy's raging wolf and said, "Baby calm down. It's me. Let Cindy take control. Please love." He stated caressing her fur, rubbing her to calm her down. The swirl mixture started again and this time, the green overpowered the gold. Immediately, Cindy shifted back and fell into Alpha Black's arms, unconscious. "Baby?! Love?! She's your mate?!" Macy cried hysterically. "What did you do to her?!" Jace cried. "Nothing! I did nothing! She just attacked me because she's a crazy—"

CRIMSON “Do you know the story of the bloody werewolf rogue that was killed by his alpha? Do you know about that rogue that was hated by all of his pack and all the other packs that no one wanted him at all? Are you familiar with the story, child?” an old woman asked me while giving me a serene smile on her lips.

Jacob Boris stared dejectedly at his pack members, all gathered in a circle around him. He knew all their individual stories: from the college student who was Bitten by a rabid changeling, to the young 14-year old who found herself in the dead of night among a gang of werewolves. Hs knew all their stories, had to listen to each and every werewolf in his pack tell the story of how they were changed the moment they joined his pack . It was one of his many roles as an Alpha, his many, challenging, tiring roles.

I heard a thud as the wolf who was on top of me went flying, I heard it growl at whoever had charged it. I opened my eyes to see Alpha Naral's huge grey wolf. He snarled at the attacking wolf, I nodded to him as I got up. I turned just in time to see Alpha Oren's brown wolf charge through a group of wolves who had been heading towards us.

A small laugh escapes me, and I offer another small nod for him to continue. I mean, what the hell am I supposed to say to that? “A lot of the folklore is based on the truth. How much do you know about werewolves?” “Um, I mean—silver bullets; you shift under a full moon; alphas are the boss. Oh! I love Twilight. I was always Team Jacob.” I nearly facepalm myself the second I say that. That sounded way less stupid in my head.

Chapter 50 In the depths of a shadowy forest, where the sun's rays rarely dared to penetrate, a sinister ritual was brewing. The Supreme Werewolf God Destroyers, a sect of ruthless power-hungry werewolves, had captured two of the most powerful alpheno werewolves in existence - Mary Jane of the Moonstone clan and Alfred of the Silver Paw clan. Their goal was to absorb the alpheno's immense chakra and the power of their supreme god, Fen, to become an unstoppable force.