Archwood Wolves Novels & Stories

"It means that he was once the leader of his pack, but he was overthrown and cast out by his enemies. Ardolf was a wolf shifter from the Esteros pack, born with the blood of an alpha running through his veins. He was a strong and powerful wolf, with golden fur and piercing green eyes. He had always been destined to lead his pack, but fate had other plans for him.

“Agreed. I don’t even think my father can get her out of that mess.” With one final nod of agreement, Archer took off and bolted into the woods. He darted behind some trees and a split second later, the massive brown wolf was sprinting across the campus. The rest of the brothers and Wyatt all exchanged looks before that all took off after Archer. Each of their own wolves sprouted from their skins and chased after the alpha.

Archer could only look at me with his mouth wide open, my wolf being one he had never seen before. I had such a drastic wolf to that I have seen, my fur was a bright white colour, which that in itself is such a rare colour, most wolves are either a brown sort of shade whilst most Alpha’s are black. But the rarities didn’t stop there with my wolf, the one thing which set me apart was the gold dust colour which shimmered throughout my fur in streaks. Hadwin always told me it was as though I was sprinkled with gold dust, that compliment staying with me each time I think about my wolf. As I turned to look at Archer, the worry at the pit of my stomach still hung in the air when his shocked expres

Another roar rumbled the Earth but this time it was not what sucked the life out of me. The men in front of my eyes had turned into monsters. Unnatural and terrifying big wolves. Not wolves... these wolves stood up like humans. "Oh, my Lord! Make it a delusion." I mumbled as my wits left me. The monster-cum-Jordan eyes fell on me when I tried to make an attempt at life. He snatched me up by the waist in his claws. "God, let it be a dream! Please!" I took a breath in to shout my heart out as my last ditch effort before death when another scream breached the cruel forest.

After finishing a new round of exploration of the entrance to the Full Moon Island, Archer burst out to the surface and floated on the sea, squinting at the dazzling sunlight and thinking about his Luna. She was in his pack now, training hard according to the training plan he had set up, with her wolf. More than a month had passed since the last meeting in the auditorium, and he still hadn't seen her wolf. From what Lydia said, it was a rare little red wolf, which he had only seen it once in his life, even rarer than a silver wolf. Crimson, cherry and orange made up her gradient coat color with a tuft of snow-white fur on her belly, just like his. What a sweet coincidence, they were just mad

Arche was flinging another wolf into a tree, blood had covered his front leg, dripping from an open wound in his shoulder, but it clearly wasn’t stopping him. The field was a mess of wolves either circling each other or tumbling beneath one another. Narvi wasn’t far from Arche, crouched and snarling over another wolf who was now submitting, but I started to panic when I couldn’t see Alaric or Hyperion. If I called out to him, it could risk his life, and as my panic started to mount a sudden whimper made Artemis snap her head to our left.

"I am trying to think of the best way to say this...you are home." "What?" Clara felt her nerves rise. "You're a member of the pack, we all live here. Let me give you a tour." He started towards her and Clara raised her arms, taking a step back. "Live here? Where is here? Who is this pack?" "We're in the mountains, about fifty miles outside of Laramie, no other town is closer. The pack is all wolves, we live and work together, and are for the most part self-sufficient. We are a larger pack, numbering eighty-two now that you've joined us."

She began to fade with the darkness until no trace of her was seen. Lucia jerked away to earth, panting heavily like she had just run a marathon. Strange, she could remember everything she discussed with her mother. In almost all cases, she barely remembered what took place in the dream. That was a sign... The Witch-Wolf is about to be born... "And where are you headed, Jackson?" A voice trailed him as he sauntered through the thick forest after the meeting of his pack in the forest. He felt heavy because like all other times, he had been frustrated, insulted, and used.

The other two wolves emerged from behind the mansion, their fur a darker, more foreboding shade that seemed to blend seamlessly with the shadows. The three wolves padded towards Nicholas, their eyes fixed on their Alpha with a deep, unwavering loyalty. As they drew closer, they fell into step before him, their howls merging with his in a chorus of sorrow and defiance. Together, the four werewolves stood as one, their voices echoing through the night, a testament to their unbreakable bond and their shared commitment to their pack.

He threw his head back and released a sonic boom of a laugh that had me damn near jumping into Azrael’s arms. “They like the names you’ve chosen for them, she-wolf. Though, Ember insists he does not have attitude problems.” I narrowed my eyes at the horse because he definitely had attitude problems. As Kasar and Azrael began to talk about Adira’s Forest, I tuned in to listen. “We’re losing miles each month. The creatures are fleeing their homes by the dozen. I’ve recruited Adira and her Huntresses help in relocating them, but even she does not know what is devouring her woods.”