Archwood Wolves Novels & Stories

Then, my eyes lifted toward him. “Conan…” But whatever words I meant to say died on my lips. Another growl tore through the clearing. A second wolf stepped into the space, this one with white fur streaked with brown. My chest began beating faster. No. Archer. The Riverclaw Beta emerged from the shadows with a wild boar clamped in his jaw. He walked toward me, slow, deliberate, his eyes challenging. The pack’s murmurs turned into hushed confusion. He stopped right beside Conan and dropped the boar beside the stag.

"It's nothing. I'll heal." Arnold came over, his face creased with concern. "Those were wolves from the Shadow Pack," he said. "What were they doing here?”

Archview High was a high school situated in the town of Archview, a small town located at the seaside. At first glance, one would expect the small town to be like any other, but it held supernatural secrets: humans who shared genetic codes with wolves. They roamed everywhere, hiding in plain sight to the otherwise normal people of Archview. They were on the streets, in the supermarkets, even in churches They were called werewolves. And Elise was one of them. Except, she was different. The wolves had a hierarchy of power. The strongest remained at the top, acquiring the best social status and political power within Archview, while the bottom feeders were the laughing stock.

Yes, Korotkov felt no better, but he no longer pushed Pasha away from him. Now only the Dryad and Kisa have returned. Only I would never have thought that the search in their forest could take so long. After all, their forest was audible rocks ... The girls did not go into the details of their journey, but apparently they also had "uninvited" guests, like we have in the north. Why then white wolves attacked a flock of snow leopards is still not clear. And where these wolves came from is also not known. Maybe Marun already knew something, but I don't talk to him, and Pasha didn't mention anything about it.

Mary knew as she got closer to that damn state her wolf would become even more restless, it was home and her old family pack would be close. Bill had offered to come along but Mary knew this was dangerous even more so now that Tiffany had let her wolf free. Artemis had not fully made her way out when Mary had paid a witch to bind her daughter’s wolf and keep her hidden, hidden even from the child that shared the body and mind with. And the people that had killed her pack would know she was there as well and would be looking for her.

( here's a little explanation about my wolves in this story. Even though they are immortal and wouldn't die, they can still feel pain which is a side effect from Jacob after making them immortal.) ***Arlo is not your typical omega, no he's not. He's loved by all and spoiled rotten by his family. The only reason they haven't shunned him and kicked him out of the pack was because of the rules. Yes you heard right, the red forest pack is different from other packs, they welcomed everyone and by everyone there are gays, transgender and omegas you name it.

Adasha The wolves emerged silently, their golden eyes gleaming with intensity. Their movements were deliberate, practiced, and lethal. I froze, my breath catching in my throat. How had they gotten so close without me sensing them? I cursed myself for my lapse in vigilance. The relief of escaping Randy had blinded me to the dangers of these unfamiliar woods. There were too many of them. My heart raced as I took in their numbers—this wasn’t a rogue ambush. These wolves belonged to a pack. Their scent carried strength and unity, and judging by their size and discipline, they were Betas. Fierce, loyal, and utterly unforgiving.

The battle that awaited them would test their mettle, their loyalty, and their unbreakable spirit as the Northern Pack of the Lycan Wolf Clan. The moon shone overhead, casting a glow on the dense forest. Dax, stood at the edge of a cliff, his eyes fixed on the distant border. It was time to confront their enemies, a rival pack that had been encroaching on their land. Dax's muscles rippled beneath his fur as he turned to Jason, a lycan renowned for his unparalleled archery skills. The archer stood tall, his bow ready, a quiver of silver-tipped arrows strapped to his back. The two wolves shared a nod, their resolve unshakable.

I tell them. “Good,” my father says. “Jax, inform the remaining alphas to return another day—including Alpha Caleb and Luna Marcie.” Jax nods. Moments later, three large black wolves emerge from the forest. They shift behind the trees and step forward fully dressed. We exchange bows before introductions begin. Two are mated. One is younger—newly an Alpha. We talk briefly. And we wait. “For Herk?” one of them mutters. “I’ve heard he’s not the most trustworthy Alpha.”

The Silas wolf was a dirty brown color and I watched in horror as its broad line-backer shoulders deflated into such profound disappointment it was all I could do not to rage at it. “I don't understand why yer wouldn't let us have our fun with the little birdie! We share all our spoils with you! What's so special about this one?” He whined bitterly, turning his scary red eyes to flash me with a hateful look until I recoiled from the beast. “Shut up and get out. This one isn't meant for sharing.” Alpha Toph growled possessively and for once I was grateful for the wicked Alpha because the other wolf cursed loudly, banging what sounded like knives and metal around in the darkness as I stretched