Angelic Wolves Novels & Stories

I had to tell Cole. Cole was our Alpha and he would know exactly what to do with this information. What my brother and the other wolves dont know is that our pack has been under attck by witches using black magic. Dead wolves have been found around the territory with their hearts ripped out and turned to sludge. Weird symbols were carved into their bodies.

Glory let out a heavy breath, her black curls rippling down her left shoulder and her back as she looked up to the moon speaking in a smooth voice. “Wolves are the beings of nature descendants of the gods….” “Gods? As in more than one?” Jake spoke before she could get even one sentence out. Her right brow cock upwards like you are kidding, her lips pulled into a tight line that says cut me off again and that will be your last time to cut me off. Her bright blue eyes were a dark cobalt color almost black with her annoyance burning into her flesh and forming in her eyes. “I'm sorry, I will save my question for the end,” Jake spoke in a sheepish tone.

“Where’d you learn that?” “High school,” Jake said, slamming it into gear. “Long story.” Tyres shrieked on torn asphalt. The W.R.X. launched. Wolves pounded after them, then one by one peeled off, howls echoing under concrete. At the head of the pack, a scarred she-wolf—taller, broader—snarled, snapping at a male that edged too close. They didn’t follow. They watched. They always watched. Jake tore a glance in the mirror. Nothing but yellow eyes and patient rage.

"Nothing personal, little Luna. You just happen to be in the way of my destiny." "No!" I try to scramble backward but the silver ropes burn and hold me in place. "Please, don't do this!" "It'll be quick. I promise." He raises the machete above his head. "Just close your eyes." "No, no, please!" I'm screaming now, pulling at the ropes even though they're burning my skin. "Somebody help me!" The door to the shack explodes inward. Two massive wolves storm through the broken doorway, snarling and snapping. One is black as night with green eyes. The other is dark brown with eyes like warm chocolate.

“Apparently, she's already killed a lot of warriors.” “You should be more impressed by the information I found out,” Jace said calmly. “Miss Angelicca has apparently killed a large number of werewolves. That's what I find truly remarkable about her. Honestly, that's more than enough reason for me not to hesitate to remain under her command.” The group continued their journey, their footsteps echoing softly along the road. As they walked from one destination to another, Angelicca remained the center of their conversation. The warriors exchanged stories, rumors, and personal opinions about the woman leading them. Some spoke of her overwhelming strength, while others discussed the tales they ha

Roman’s POV There was something familiar about Angel that I couldn’t quite figure out. Angel was the daughter of normal wolves, they and their 2 children joined our pack when Angel was around 2 year old. We completed checks on them and there were some missing answers but back then technology wasn’t as good as it is now and after they intergrated into our pack and they submitted to me as their alpha we had no concerns. We kept an eye on them like we do with all members who are not born to our pack but after 12 month they are usually given more space and Angel’s family were no different.

But before she could act further, a deep, menacing growl rumbled through the air, vibrating like a thunderous warning. The wolf she had hurled had regained its footing swiftly, and it wasn’t alone. Two more wolves emerged by its side, their eyes glinting with predatory intent. They recognized Amani—the Alpha who had invaded their territory, the formidable leader fiercely defending the two vulnerable omegas. To them, her dedication to these omegas presented a glaring opportunity, a vulnerability they were eager to exploit.

Angel’s POV Ace seemed torn, caught between the darkness that enveloped him and my offer. His voice cracked as he spoke, "But what if I never get better? What if I'm stuck like this forever?" I drew a deep breath, my voice filled with determination. "Ace, I won't pretend to have all the answers, but what I do know is that there are professionals who specialize in helping people like you navigate through this darkness. They have the tools, the knowledge, and the experience to guide you towards a path of healing. We have to believe that there is hope, that there is a chance for you to find peace and happiness once again."