Archwood Wolves Novels & Stories

Or the things he thought were problems. So, we ran to the closest park. The place where four wolves playing in the shadows wouldn't alarm anyone passing by. Alastair slowed to a crawl once we came closer. Amadeus flew by, followed close by Lysander. Scanning the area, they gave a single yip to let us know it was safe. As if we would get mugged.

Whole villages apparently had that ability and when danger presented itself they shifted into their wolf shape, gathered as a pack and disappeared. The first thing that caught her attention was the extensive family chart at the very beginning of the book. Labeled Pack Diagram, it listed all the human form names of what she assumed was an entire pack. What on earth could this have to do with her grandparents? Did they study this? Surely they weren't - No. She gave herself a mental slap. That was just too wacky to even contemplate. She was letting her imagination run away with her. The legends fascinated her from the moment she opened the volume, especially those chapters about werewolf shifte

Adrenaline coursed my veins as the fighting picked up, more enemy wolves were sighted approaching our borders. “Come to Papa!” Arch, my beta, pounced excitedly, his eyes feral, jaw opened wide revealing sharp, canine teeth. Within my periphery I could see Arch fighting two wolves, snarling and snapping his canine teeth, his movements fast and calculated. Arch is among our best warriors and trainers, his strength and agility only being surpassed by me, the Alpha of the pack. Within seconds the two wolves fell unceremoniously to the ground, dead and cold. Faster than I can blink, Arch swiftly moved on to the next wolf.

'You should go see some of the guests while they arrive" She was like that a year or two ago when my wolf refused to show up. It was the first time in my life that I'd felt so embarrassed. My wolf showed up later, but there was no need for it by then. Any wonder then for this behaviour now that I couldn't find my mate? Another trouble was slowly brewing. Everyone began to despise me. I'd always be ridiculed and tormented emotionally, but it never crossed the four walls of the Pack House, which was the Alpha's palace. It would be a great shame if it got into the ear of the rank and file that the Luna was close to eighteen and had not yet found her mate. Which was what my father was fighting t

A wolf leaped out of nowhere, aiming its sharp, and canine teeth ready to prey them. Arth threw a plunge of his sword at the beast’s body while on air, and screaming, he slammed it down against the snowy ground. Its weight had struck Arth, almost losing his balance. More enormous than what he had expected, its white fur and blue eyes told him it’s an Arctic Wolf, only C-class beasts but will dominate if hunting with their pack. And dominance had indeed come… as the pack of white wolves have arrived, growling with rage in sight of their dead member.

Making a swift decision, she straightened her dress and ventured into the corridors, choosing the route that led to the archives. Upon entering the archives, Alara felt the familiar hush welcome her. Alden, the elderly clerk, offered a polite nod before returning to his work. Rows of dusty tomes and scrolls stood silent sentinel. She navigated toward the section dealing with ancient wolf lineages, scanning spines for anything that might further explain the fabled bond between an Alpha and a white wolf. She had read scattered references before, but she hoped to find more concrete details that might aid them in the conflicts ahead.

I stepped out of the vehicle and went to the forest with him. Once we entered the forest line, I stood looking at him, "D-do you mind turning around, I have to, I'm " , "just do your business, we are wolves and being naked is in our nature "he snapped, "I j-just cant-", "but you can be naked in front of that pup I was strangling "he growled his eyes turned dark shinning his wolf was coming out, and so I quickly turned around and took my pants slightly down and did my business, once I was done his eyes where dark with just and he had a smirk on his face, I felt disgusted and so I walked past him , but he still stood there, and when I turned around within seconds he went deep in the forest and

Its loud, long howl has brought in about 100 purple and blue-eyed wolves. David swallowed his saliva with difficulty because in front of him stood hundreds of purple and blue-eyed wolves. They all hissed angrily with eyes that flashed with great hatred. David's body stiffened looking at the facts before his eyes because the blood descendants of Archelius are still alive today. David thought if the herd Theodor was referring to was an ordinary werewolf or a Rogue. However, the reality is the bloody werewolf Archelius; his blood relatives.

He pulled himself up to standing, and even though there was a large patch of fur missing on his chest, and the burn was beginning to crust over, he snarled at me, as if to say he wasn’t giving up. Just then, the sound of footsteps in the woods on either side of the house caught my attention. I kept the new ball of fire in my hand and an eye on the lone attack wolf, but I could see more wolves arriving out of the woods. Four came from one direction, six from another. All of them had glowing eyes, but none of them were red. One was so old, I didn’t know how he was managing to keep up. His fur was a wiry gray, and he was scrawny with a limp. I could tell by looking at his face he did not want t

Their eyes glowed with an otherworldly intensity, a fire that reflected their determination and loyalty. Archer's wolf bore a regal presence, its coat a rich blend of deep chestnut and mahogany, a royal tapestry that commanded respect. Its muscular frame exuded strength and grace, a true embodiment of a leader. Every movement was calculated, a dance of controlled power, the eyes holding a wisdom that transcended mere instinct.