Alphas Wolf Novels & Stories

' He snaps. 'War it is!' I say, growling. 'War it is then!' Alpha Zenith yells as he walks back to his warriors. He shifts into an ugly, large, grey wolf. His ear is missing, and he is worn and ragged. I shift into my black wolf and let out a howl, signalling war. In wolf form, my warriors charge toward Alpha Zenith's warriors. I lose sight of him and charge toward the others, attacking us, crashing into them, and biting any area of fur exposed to me.

Peter's is a light redish brown with a black strip up his snout and a few black spots on his back. My wolf is jet black with pure white paws. Ansel's is the exact reverse of Mal. His wolf is pure white, but the tip of his tail and his ears are jet black. Every Alpha I know has a black wolf, and every Luna I know has a white wolf, this doesn't make a lot of sense to me, but I do not have time to think about this right now. Ansel joins us and takes the lead. As a future alpha we expect that he will be the fastest, but I keep up with him easily, making me wonder if he is running his fastest.

but only her wolves understood what she said. Alpha Drake was still battling with Greskin and had succeeded in shutting its mouth but the wolf was unlike anything he had ever seen. It suddenly disappeared and appeared from behind him and slammed into Alpha Drake sending him flying several feet ahead until he fell to the ground, denting it significantly. " Hak'ath na lar'um" Elora said from where she stood and Greskin entered the dent and pulled Alpha Drake from it before he bit his arm. Alpha Drake growled and tried to free his arm but Greskin bit off his arm and ate it.

Because Azura's conservatism and stubbornness caused his anger to explode officially, he shouted: "A werewolf with an Omega attribute like you, do you know how dangerous it is here? An Omega scatters pheromones in front of the Alphas, like a rabbit slowly offering itself to a pack of wolves. Why did you always put yourself in such danger? If I hadn't appeared in the deserted alley that day, you would have been eaten by those fucking Alphas." Azura was amazed; she stared at him with wide eyes, eyes filled with questions. Her eyes were red; tears were pouring out in front of Conal. She slowly asked: "You know I'm an Omega? Since when? The one who helped me in that alley was you?"

The sound echoed loudly, silencing the entire area, as the terrified onlookers experienced firsthand the terror of being in the presence of an alpha. The hunters gulped, preparing their weapons as the massive wolf charged toward them. "Enough!" Slav barked. "Damn it! Open fire! Bring it down! It's an Alpha! Take it down!" Werewolves differed from regular wolves not just in size and strength but also in the terrifying aura they exuded, capable of paralyzing one's soul and rendering them immobile, almost as if trapped in a trance.

He rubs against me and licks my stomach while I giggle; yeah, definitely just a big puppy. I'm a little nervous as I call Tamisra forward. Alpha Gunther was pissed my wolf was black; typically, only Alpha wolves were black. In fact, I don't think there's ever been a recorded black wolf who wasn't an Alpha. She was so black she had hints of blue, which Alphas don't have, her aura was normal, and she was actually on the smaller side, so he dropped it. Stupid male egos are so fragile.

I heard her announce from the other side of the door. I opened the door and walked into the office. My mother was sitting behind her desk while my father sat on the couch with my younger brother, Rory. He was only seven months younger than I was. My mother got pregnant right after giving birth to me and a werewolf pregnancy only lasted six months. That was why we were so close in age. My brother and I were complete opposites. I was serious and disciplined, while he was laid back and a total prankster. Even though we were opposites, we still got along well. It didn’t seem to bother him that I was next in line to be alpha. He was quite supportive of me. I had already decided that when I took o

Her fur strikes a shade of grey that catches the soft light filtering through the trees, her form sleek and strong. Unable to help myself, I step closer and run a hand gently along her neck. She immediately growls low in her throat, her sharp teeth flashing in warning. "Sorry," I mutter quickly, raising my hands and stepping back. She huffs, looking away, and without wasting any more time, I shift too, feeling my human thoughts blend seamlessly with Alacrick, my wolf. Our wolves face each other for a brief moment, studying, connecting. I'm Kira. I don't think we've met” she introduces herself, her voice clear and confident.

Isla took point, pushing through with her shoulder, emerging onto the wooden deck that overlooked the battlefield below. The scene was chaos incarnate. At least thirty wolves were engaged in combat against what appeared to be shadowy figures—not quite solid, yet deadly in their attacks. The sand, once pristine white, was now stained with blood and marked with the signs of supernatural warfare. Isla's enhanced vision immediately sought out Liam. Her mate was unmistakable even in wolf form—larger than most, with fur the color of burnished gold and a presence that commanded respect. He fought alongside an even larger wolf with silver streaks in his dark coat—Maximilian Lockwood, Alpha of Alphas

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.