An Unexpected Wolf Rank Novels & Stories

Jo laughed. "Your friend is an omega. How can he have the rank of beta?" Tristan asked. "The Rogues don't rely an rank to keep the peace. It's a every wolf for themselves kinda system. If they have a special skill or trait that makes them useful to me, I make sure they are placed in seats of power. It serves the whole pack well." Jo smiled proudly. "Did Chad teach you this? That's not peace and power. That's chaos and destruction in a nutshell. Do your wolves, your pack, share the Bond?" Tristan asked knowing the answer.

Now finding out that there were ulterior motives made it harder to ignore. “I can’t believe my uncle would do this. No that’s not entirely true. I can believe that he’s capable of doing this. But I don’t understand why. What am I to him other then a responsibility he doesn’t want?” “Well, if what I can see in the treaty. The Vagas Moon Pack promised to provide any who reside the area that for special treatment they’d provide access to their blessed moon wolf. Now if my knowledge of legends is correct. A moon wolf is a seer like a direct connection to the moon goddess and other gods. A moon wolf is solid white. You are the only solid white wolf in the pack correct? I know we don’t have any.”

Stay with me here, I know I am overloading you with a ton of information about us, but it all will make sense in the end. Werewolves live in packs, and a hierarchy system rules the pack. The strongest werewolf is the leader of the pack and is called Alpha. His mate, and equal, is called Luna. They are the head of the pack. The second in command is the Beta, the third Gamma, and so on. You get the idea. They all help lead the pack, but the Alpha is always the last to have the final say. The werewolves whose connection with their inner wolf is weak, or are unable to shift, are called omegas. They are the lowest rank of the pack. Most of them work as servants. There are regular pack members su

With each lesson, I knew that I would uncover the depths of what it truly meant to be a werewolf, unraveling the mysteries andexploring the extraordinary beauty that lay within. Freda's eyes lit up with a renewed focus as she prepared to dive into the captivating topic of werewolf ranks. She adjusted her posture, exuding an air of expertise and a genuine enthusiasm to share her knowledge. "Now, Sandra, let us explore the intriguing world of werewolf ranks," Freda began, her voice resonating with authority and excitement. "Within a werewolf pack, there exists a hierarchical structure that ensures order, harmony, and unity among its members. This structure is defined by different ranks, each w

I sat on the windowsill, resting my head against the glass, staring at the tree line when James walked in. "Hey, Laila!" he greeted cheerfully. I didn’t turn my head. "I saw a big gray wolf. Was it a werewolf?" "Yeah. A pack member. No animal wolves live here," he replied, walking closer. "Aha. So your wolves come in different colors?" "Yep. Sometimes size and color show a wolf’s rank," he said, leaning down to kiss the top of my head. His arms caged me in on the windowsill. "For example?"

In the year 2021, Every Wolf in the kingdom of Katula had ranks starting from Alphas, the Betas, and Gammas down to the omegas. In most cases, the omegas were considered the lowest in rank but in the kingdom of Katula, there was something lower than an Omega. They were called the Rankless wolves. Wolves without no rank. They can either shift or communicate with their wolves. They were just wolves to be with no rank and because of this, they were used as nothing but slaves. Not different from humans because they had no wolf.

There was a tale passed through generations, reaching the 21st Century, about a group of werewolves’ special mutation that brings out dormant abilities from a family’s genetic line. They were said to be marked and blessed by the moon goddess for they were the first of her followers. They were given the title of Legacy Wolves, keeping up their tradition and passing on their special traits through their children.

Because following the other in which things were run, Zafira was not supposed to be in the room and here she was asking the question that was on everyone’s lips. Melnyk answered her questions by saying “We are blessed in this lands, first people saw us as unlucky for our forefathers were cursed and they became werewolves but as soon as they realized the gift it came with, they became scared because we have the ability of a wolf and that of a human." Melnyk paused for a while and soon continued "An average wolf is said to be stronger, faster and smarter than the average Man, yet they attack us and we can’t fight back because of a mistake my great-grandparent did” He paused again like he was s

Instantly, Jeremy’s protective instincts took over. “Shit.” Jeremy shifted and sprinted after her, running as fast as his four legs could carry him. She was fast, but he gained on her quickly. She dodged left, then right, trying to throw him off her trail. Had he been any other wolf, she might have outmaneuvered him. But he wasn’t just any wolf. He was Jeremy Lennon, high commander of the Grey Wolf armies, and he’d made it his life’s work to be outplayed by no one.

If he’s noticed or not, he says nothing. “Right,” Jay agrees with another low hum in his throat. “Well, we have similarities to real wolves, but we are not like actual wolves at all. Real wolves, despite what humans once thought, do not have ranks like alpha, beta, omega… so forth. They’re just a mother and father breeding pair and their offspring. Werewolves, however, have those ranks,” he continues, his voice smooth and warm. I nod my head slowly. “And you are… the leader of the group, right?” I ask. After a moment’s pause, I then add, “the Alpha?”