Alpha Wolf Story Novels & Stories

says Mason. “Strange. We will figure that out later. Right now we need to focus and prepare for a fight if Alpha Jake refuses to let her go.” “Alpha, I have heard Alpha Jake talk about a blood red wolf. The only one I am aware of is in the story we have been told as kids,” says one of my warriors. “Does he think she is the blood red wolf?” “With the way he was talking, I think so.”

No wind, just the cold and the white rain of snowflakes. Bruce's Territory Those wolves' paws were quick to get to where the Alpha was. And the news of a new visitor had reached his ears along with them. But what really caught his attention was knowing that it was someone from Stanley's pack. "Bring him here." The Alpha said and one of his wolves nodded, returning shortly after with a man on his heels. He was wearing dirty clothes, his hair was messy and his feet were bare. "Are you our visitor from Stanley Wright's pack?

“Relationships in a strange pack do not concern me. More importantly, where did white wolves come from and why now? - Have white wolves attacked you before? - I clarified. - Not. Linda replied. “We have been living side by side with the local white wolves for a long time. - That is, they were other people's wolves? I asked. - They were wild wolves! Alpha shouted. “They were much larger than ours, more aggressive, more bloodthirsty. Did they turn into people? I kept asking. - Only the leader. Alpha answered. – demanded that we leave our homes otherwise they will tear everyone apart. - Did you offer a fight? – I assumed. Alpha nodded, lowering his head. It's clear. Lost. - Father fought with d

Those were their trophies. “Hunters,” I whispered to myself. “Rasia….” My father’s voice cracked through the noise. He was the Alpha of our small pack. He was strong and looked unbreakable. U turned towards him…running. But I never reached him. A blast goes off. The shockwave threw me into the dirt as pain exploded through my shoulder. I immediately tasted blood. When I looked up, the elder’s hall was burning. Wolves I trained with, fighters, are dropping like flies as silver bullets pierce through them.

Adrian knew the truth. His mind went back to when he was a child when his Nana would tell him stories of the wolf people that lived in Alaska. According to her the wolf people were kind and caring, they cared for their community and protected the innocent. He had never truly believed her stories, but he knew the truth as he paged through all three books.

The Alpha has an audience as she gives birth to a baby that smiles instead of cry. Her green eyes shine bright, never burning red, like it should. Which means she has no wolf, unusual to their kind. "This is what happens when a female is Alpha. She bores a wofless child, who is of no use to us." Someone said, sparking murmurs all around the room. The news quickly spread throughout the pack, causing an uproar, with them asking for the Alpha's head.

Blood squirted out, covering the forest floor beneath them, coating the surface of the leaves in the sticky crimson liquid. The movements began to slow, but Jack didn’t let go until the wolf stopped moving altogether. Then, when he was sure that the wolf was either dead or so close to dying he wasn’t going to be able to get up again, Jack let go and got off of the other wolf, not letting himself think about what it would be like if that wolf was actually in his human form. Everything seemed still around him. Slate and Chelsea were done fighting, too, and they stood nearby, catching their breath. The enemy wolves were all down, only one whimpering quietly off behind a tree. Alyson was lying o

He kept wiping his sweaty palms on his dark trousers looking out the windshield as if we were driving straight off a cliff. “No, Dane,” I replied dryly, staring out the window at the passing trees. “It is actually a terrible idea. We are driving directly into a camp of feral and angry wolves led by a man who wants to rip my father's throat out. But I am the future Alpha of this territory. I do what I have to do.” Dane swallowed hard with his Adam's apple bobbing in his thick neck. “Right. Of course, sir.” I leaned my head against the glass, holding back a bitter and sarcastic laugh. What a massive lie.

Just like that. As if he were informing a dying mother of a minor inconvenience. I saw the flicker of pain cross his face—he felt it too—but he masked it quickly, sealing it behind that cold Alpha expression. That night, my bones cracked. Shifted. For the first time, I shifted. My wolf emerged black—huge, powerful, untamed. I ran. Ran until my lungs burned, until the rage threatening to consume me had nowhere left to settle. *PRESENT TIME* “Let go of me,” I snapped, struggling against his grip.

So formal. His title was one way that I could see the potential in Waylon to do great things. He had the ability to know his audience. In the den he introduced himself as Alpha of the den because that was our terminology. Here? Among his kind, he used the human term they had adopted. It was a small thing, but a positive indicator for sure. Waylon introduced us and the children and assured everyone the boys would grow up understanding snow leopard history even though they lived in a bear den.