Archwood Wolves Novels & Stories

Just then Nicole decided that she was going to gather her own group of werewolves just like the packs that were talked about in the historical books she read, according to the stories she read only a strong werewolf could actually pull the stunt of gathering a pack of wolves of which they were the alpha. Nicole was not one to get discouraged by that, because for her she imagined that the greatest kind of strength anyone needed was the knowledge about something.

But those rogue wolves were not easily deterred, their hunger for blood and violence evident in their relentless advance. As my eyes darted anxiously between Louie and the approaching rogues, something strange caught my attention next to Archie. From the shadows of trees, a black wolf emerged suddenly. Its entire form was as dark as night, like a living shadow that seemed to dim the moonlight around it. The shadow wolf moved with eerie silence, taking advantage of Louie's distraction to launch a surprise attack, its mouth aimed straight for his vulnerable neck.

She stood, arms crossed, with a stern look at her mate. "OK, OK, I stand corrected, I was just as over-protective. It's a good trait in a mate." He grinned and pulled her close for a long, deep kiss. He wanted to shift so badly right now, and take her here in front of his pack, but he had promised the Doctor. They heard a triumphant howl come from the southeast and all eyes were in that direction as the females arrived. The auburn wolf was dragging the largest carcass, the six point buck. Each of her hunting pack had their own kill with them which they delivered to the waiting Omegas.

He said as he winked at him. "Yes. Just one day. Just one day." Alexander said, much more to himself. He'd been trying to convince himself. Mike right, Vee and Monika would protect her. After all, those three were irrevocably in love with each other. The Black Wolf's Clan Empire was the largest and most influential in the world, consists of four factions, mainly the Fairy Wolf's Clan in which they operated in the black market and drug operations. The Vamp Wolf's Clan faction was divided into two cluster, in the morning who attacked and operates in sunrise and the night crawlers who invade at night. They were specialized in human trafficking. They loved having humans as their slaves in all a

Emily Williams, a beautiful and young eighteen-year-old she-wolf, happily looks at herself in the mirror. Today is the third anniversary of her relationship with her longtime mate, Jerome Stonewood, the son of the alpha of the Moon Crest Pack. She is excited to visit Jerome, as he promised to tell his father, Alpha Jason, that they will marry soon. Emily looks once more in the head-to-foot mirror, grabs her bag and the small gift box she prepared for Jerome, and leaves her room.

The forest was cold after the rain. There were no dry spots to sleep and the night was much darker since we were deep within the forest. None of it bothered the werewolves. Unlike me, they could see clearly in the night and they have furs to keep them warm. I stood beside Alpha Deucalion as he watches his pack rest for the night. The clothes I was still in were wet. My body shivers cold. I leaned against him trying to find warmth in his fur.

Archer added. ”Stop threatening me, will you?! I can beat them!" the fazed princess declared, trying to look resilient when she's horror-struck inside. Just when she was about to untie Marcellus' lead, another set growl echoed in the woods. This time, it was a deafening one. “And that's a pack of wolves. I suppose your royal flesh is enough to satisfy their great hunger. Now tell me, kid, can you still kick their ass?” Archer reckoned while sharpening the blade of his dagger.

But we weren't alone. The outcrop was surrounded. Five wolves stood in the moonlight, their fur the color of iron and ash. They didn't growl; they didn't shift. They stood with the cold, professional stillness of killers. In their hands, they held modern, high-tension crossbows, the tips of the bolts gleaming with a familiar, oily sheen. Ironwood. The lead wolf stepped forward. He was massive, his face scarred by a jagged line that ran from his brow to his jaw. The mark of the knife.

He whispered to me. Beta Leo walked in. He closed and locked the door. "Shall we begin?" Alpha Zev and Luna Maisie directed everyone to form a loose circle around me. Beta Leo opened a massive book and began reading. "From time immemorial, our people have welcomed our new wolves with a ceremony to recognize our pack connection and strength. The Moon Goddess gifts us our wolves. We are stronger, faster and smarter when we work with our wolves. We honor the Goddess by accepting our wolves and allowing them to take our physical form and make it their own. We each must learn to respect our wolves, and our wolves must learn to respect us."

leave because that would cause suspension and get the packs talking. When you are a wolf married to your mate, it's not easy to walk away until death. If she truly wants an out, she will have to die. She has to stay to protect us; at least, that's what I've been told all my life. also, be careful. They can sense when you have become a wolf and sense your aura. If it seems too strong, that may cause a problem. I didn't see yours until we started talking, and it almost looks like mine. “ I look over at Jesse. “ what do you mean, my aura?? I'm not an alpha. What is going on ?” Jesse stands up, closes her eyes, takes a deep breath, and then opens Her eyes. They're deep, bright red, and around h