Alpha Wolf T Shirt Novels & Stories

the head doctor asked frighteningly. “YES AND I WILL OPERATE ON HER MYSELF,” the Alpha wolf thundered as his eyes turned a glowing shade of blue. Benefits of being a geeky wolf. “Yes Alpha !” * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

The dinner went like that just with jokes, and small talk, by the time we finished eating, we all helped clean the kitchen up and finally, we all sat down to watch a movie. It was fun family time, and I haven't learned anything about wolves yet, well I did learn that we can drop over for dinner whenever we don't feel like cooking, and the alpha's home is always open. I changed into my pj and saw my brother, not so much of a brother change his clothes as well. His whole body was tanned, and did I mention that he's huge compared to me? How come the wolves are so tall and I'm so short, aren't I a part wolf? I should be much taller than I'm but welp, I'm tiny, hardly five-one compared to their s

Thankfully, he drops the subject. Soon, we have our clothes stashed and shifted into our wolf forms. Jayvon is a large, mostly black wolf with adorable white socks, a feature I rip him about constantly. I’m mostly a dark red russet color, like my father. They called him The Blood Alpha, partly due to this coloring but mostly due to his well-earned violent reputation. I wish I looked more like my mother, a classic gray and white wolf.

He tried to open his eyes once again but cried out when all he could see was the eternal darkness. "Yes, Marky. You will be trapped in the darkness forever. Until you accept your fate as a Black Wolf's Clan member." Alexander would've been laughing right now but then he couldn't help but felt a sticky weight in his left chest. Only then did he noticed his Hermes T-shirt was soaked with the blood of the young boy. "What the fuck Melo! Could you be more careful with what you're doing! You soaked my shirt!" Melo looked at him and just rolled his eyes.

"Get lost!" Carlson waved his hand at the wolf in anger, throwing him out at least ten feet away, his eyes red and bloodshot. He refused to let anyone suggest that I was dead. Just as he was on the brink of despair, another warrior rushed in anxiously and reported loudly, "Alpha, we've got news! Our scouts spotted a white wolf with one blue eye and one silver eye in the Northwind market, and her build looks exactly like Ms. Radolf!" A white wolf with different colored eyes?

Granny bit my cloak before she pinned me down with her paw, eyes locking on the wolves in front of us, on guard. [She's alright now, come back, Kirsch.] Taran said in the mind link as he walked toward the seven wolves that were still able to move. They circled Taran, waiting for the right moment to attack. "Who are you?!" The scary Alpha growled at Taran furiously. If he was only pissed by me before, he was definitely steaming off anger now. He just lost his definite victory when he was so close. I was surprised to see his shirt ripped open with a huge claw mark on his chest. Though he threw Rudy into the wall, he was also injured by Kirsch?!

no doubt. A lazy smile was dancing over his lips, matching mine when I opened my eyes. Swiftly he spun, slightly up in the air and he landed in a beautiful black wolf, pure black, shining, his eyes are gorgeous in wolf-form, too. I have seen only Alphas with the same eye colours. Strange! Perhaps they hold more power and rule their community. I don't know.

I countered, voice turning dark, “considering a woman beat you in a competition, I imagine your pride is in shambles. Now, if you’ll excuse me — I have better things to do.” His eyes flashed—wounded pride and simmering rage. He was halfway into his wolf, shoulders trembling as he fought for control. He growled, voice dropping deeper. “Don’t think owning this place means I can’t take it down with a snap of my fingers.” “Like you’re already trying to?” I shot back. “Go on…What else can you do, hmm?” The shift of an angry Alpha was impossible to ignore—heavy, crackling, oppressive. It pressed against my lungs, squeezing the air out.

The 25-year-old werewolf, who by rights should have assumed the mantle of alpha, had been cruelly robbed of his destiny by a grievous injury sustained in a brutal pack battle. Ryker, a stalwart friend and loyal pack member, proudly bore a banner emblazoned with the inscription "Hail the Future Alpha!" in bold, golden lettering. The banner was draped majestically above the fireplace, where it fluttered proudly in the flickering candlelight.

As I scanned the audience, my gaze locked onto Damien, igniting a surge of anger and irritation within me. Of course, the bastard chose the front seat. The meeting started. Then it was time to raise questions. A man who I acknowledged as the owner of an art collections platform raised his hands from the back seat. “You may speak,” I permitted him. “The Sacred Wolf is a symbol of peace for the werewolves. Why dispute over it when we have a greater evil ahead of us?” “She is valuable to any pack and can be used for the pack’s advantage. As long as she is rebirthed to their sanctuary, she will belong to that pack permanently,” I answered as I spoke into the microphone placed in front of me.