Alpha Wolf Howl Novels & Stories

Alexander. Looking at the pack of wolves standing in front of me I was rendered helpless. I had no intention of summoning them in the first place but here they are already. My howl had forced them over, I knew what it does to any wolf around, an Alpha howl forces them to shift involuntarily and respond to my call. I wonder what my wolf was so excited about. With a split of my vision, I glanced through the thick forest and then sensed that everything around me was at a stand still.

If I get myself high enough his only option would be to shift back in order to reach me, and then at least it’s a fair fight. I’m about to make my move as this dick snarls at me with anger raging in his eyes, when suddenly the forest is filled with the most primal, vicious growl I’ve ever heard that shakes the very earth beneath our feet. I can feel his Alpha Spirit radiating off him like a nuclear bomb long before I see him, but it’s not long before a large, 6’5” wolf with thick, almost luminous fur the colour of snow is leaping in front of me taking a protective stance while snarling in rage at the wolf in front of me. The only time I’ve seen Alpha Alden’s wolf – or Atlas, as Alma called h

Alpha Goan knew this wasn't how his son's wolf dominates him, what's happening? Before he could make another blink, Alpha Lucius already changed to his wolf which was originally white but this time, it had stripes of black at the tip of its nose. In a second, it attacked Luna Howell that was still by the window.

As I reached the edge of the ceremonial grounds, I heard a sound that stopped me in my tracks—the unmistakable howl of an alpha wolf in mourning, so raw and primal it seemed to tear at the fabric of the night itself. Derek's wolf was finally grieving openly for what he had lost.

Those wolves heard my growl and came to help. My wolves circle the wolves, waiting for my word to attack the wolves. "KILL THEM ALL!" I growl! My wolves begin to take apart the other wolves, piece by piece. I slash into the wolf that infuriated me until he is not moving. I stand over him with his blood covering my paws. My wolves are growling as they take the other wolves apart. They erupt into a victorious howl as Alaska moves toward me. She is afraid. I hope not of me.

At least not to me, maybe to others. "Wolves use howling to communicate with each other, and trust me when I say it gives you goosebumps." I nodded at Alastor, and just like we planned he started howling. It echoed off everything. It was a deep hollow sound. The females backed up their Alpha and howled with him, but you couldn't hear them over him. The group gasped in surprise and took plenty of photos and videos. I winked at Alastor, and it almost looked like he winked back. I'll have to write that down later.

I laughed as I looked at the image of the snow demon. Both visions disappeared and the image of my she-wolf remained in front of me. So she was talking to me? The she-wolf turned her head to one side and there appeared the image of the black wolf Michael in animal essence. He looked at my moon, not tearing his fiery gaze. But the moon turned away in the opposite direction, where the image of the snow demon, Marun, appeared. He was also in his true essence as a demonic beast. The white wolf also looked intently into the eyes of my she-wolf. There was snow in his eyes. The moon turned away from him in my direction, thereby making it clear that it was still up to me to choose.

With a single movement, the ancestral wolves were thrown aside and Akiner's neck was squeezed by the shadow. The wolf gasped, trying to break free from the grip, but fortunately, he was unsuccessful. His eyes widened in fear as he heard Kallias' loud, deep, intimidating voice. “You think too highly of yourself, wolf. Do you think that because we have an agreement, you can do whatever you want?” The alpha's cry echoed everywhere. ‘Who do you think you are? Who do you think you are to mess with my family?’ He said, causing the spheres to shatter.

His canines gleamed, dripping for death. His wolf lunged. Roman’s was ready—A white winter breed. They collided in the center of the room—over me. Blood filled the air as Roman’s snarl vanished. My vision swayed from fear until darkness swallowed me. Even then, in the black, I prayed Hermes made it out alive. *** I don’t know how long I drifted, but my wolf stirred when I felt him close. His shadow loomed, already shifted back. His breath ragged, his body streaked with blood that wasn’t all his. His wolf had been savage, primal, something that should have terrified me.

No other wolf could growl like an Alpha. Elijah turned his head to where the sound had come from and saw a black wolf standing on top of a hill. He recognized the wolf immediately; it was the rogue Alpha who had led the brutal attack on their pack. The memory the night sent shivers down Elijah's spine as he recalled the chaos and destruction that had happened.