Archwood Wolves Novels & Stories

~. .~ Paws Creek was a lively hub of activity, and the visiting she-wolves from various packs stood out with their distinct colors. Each pack had its unique attire, making it easy to distinguish them. The she-wolves wearing pristine white garments were clearly from the Glacier Pack, their attire reflecting the icy lands they hailed from. Their presence exuded an air of cold elegance. On the other hand, the she-wolves donned in vibrant yellow attire hailed from the Sun Pack. Their outfits radiated warmth and vitality, mirroring the sunny region they represented.

At the main entrance, wolves flowed like flies on shit, fighting each other to gain entrance and I bowled them over, roaring through the doorway. Wolves' bodies were thrown in all directions as a one wolf wrecking machine guarded the stairwell leading to Alina's room. Elijah Deveraux looked every inch the apex predator, his monstrous wolf keeping the mindless frenzy at bay as he fought viciously, protecting his daughter. His wolf gave a brief look of gratitude as I entered the fray, fighting my way to him until we stood back to back. "They can't get past us." His powerful voice sounded in my mind, and I nodded grimly as the next wave of wolves descended upon us, intent on claiming a mate.

Within three days, wolves began to arrive. Bryn came from Ironmaw, now Alpha herself, her scarred face softened by years of leadership. Ash came from the southern settlements, where he had founded a sister school for refugee pups. Mera, ancient now and nearly blind, made the journey from the Western Pact with Sorrel at her side. Frost arrived with a contingent of Northern wolves, the ice-blue eyes of her kin reflecting the same cautious hope that had brought them into the Compact decades ago. Aria, of course, was already there — she had never really left, her seer's wisdom woven into the fabric of the First Lesson like silver thread through a tapestry.

I had a driver's license, he drove someone's car, he said - we need to take the woman and the girl to another city. Well, you have to, you have to. The car, Moskvich, was filled to capacity with their things, and I drove them, then I returned back, but three days later we returned to the flock. A little more than a year has passed, Aidar again approached me: Can you help? Well, why not help? Here we already drove by car two days before another town, and again I figured out which of the werewolves in the area was seen. He went into the house, said that he would come down in a couple of minutes, and a little wolf cub ran up to the same entrance, smiled at me sunnyly and went there too.

The Headmaster, an imposing older Alpha with silver-streaked hair, welcomed us all. “Here at the Royal Werewolf Academy,” he boomed, “we value strength above status. Every student will undergo a wolf aura assessment before being assigned to dormitories and training classes.” One by one, students stepped onto the raised platform and placed their hands on a large glowing crystal. Bright lights and powerful auras erupted from most of them, earning thunderous applause. Isabella went early, her transformation flawless and dazzling. She shot me a smug look as she stepped down to cheers. When my name was finally called, the hall grew quieter. I walked up to the platform on unsteady legs and placed

The pack’s archive was a room at the back of the pack house that most wolves passed through quickly on their way to somewhere else, but I spent the better part of four days living in it and by the end of the first day the archivist, an older wolf named Mira who had the precise organizational habits of someone who had been keeping records longer than most institutions had existed, had stopped watching me with suspicion and started leaving relevant documents on the corner of my table before I had finished asking for them.

He pointed out, helping himself to pour a glass of water from a new jug that one of the maids had quietly provided. We sat in silence and only the sound of our breathing could be heard. "Well?" I asked finally. Archer cleared his throat, setting his cutleries down. "We found some wolves around the east province. Turns out that's where the rogues came from." I nodded urging him to go on and Archer continued, his hands stayed clasped on the table. "Majority have been killed but a few slaves were taken." My eyes linger behind Archer as I consider what to do with more slaves. "Number?"

Hannah whispered to him, giving him a small smile. “What do you want?” Asher yelled, turning to look at Knox. “Bad guy..what do bad guys want…money, power, control. Same deal. I want Red Woods…I want to destroy Cross River.” Knox said grinning. The hall door busted open, wood shattering out into the room. A large dark gray wolf came bursting through, flanking his sides were several other wolves, all eyes glowing white except the one glowing ice blue. The back door to the hall busted open, another swarm of wolves came rushing in. The deep chocolate wolf leading the way, eyes glowing ice blue, looked fierce. Her eyes locked with the dark gray wolf as a silent order was given to surround the ro

Her voice was quiet, but heavy. “The wolves of the Eclipse.” Luka frowned. “What about them?” She lifted her gaze, and for the first time since waking, she looked truly, deeply unnerved. “According to this,” she murmured, “they weren’t just wolves.” She slowly turned the book around, revealing an aged illustration. Two wolves stood beneath an eclipsed moon—one black, one white. Tangled together. Bound. She took a slow breath. “They were more than mates.” Theoden’s jaw clenched.

The ground was slick with blood, and the once-pristine white snow was stained crimson. Mac shifted, my paws sinking into the snow as I sprinted to the left, where Archer’s pack was struggling to hold their ground. Archer’s massive wolf, a dark and imposing creature, was locked in combat with a hybrid, but the creature was too fast, too strong. Archer’s wolf roared, but it was cut short as the hybrid lunged for his throat. His teeth sank into Archer’s shoulder, and the Alpha’s wolf bucked, throwing the creature off just in time to avoid a fatal blow.