Avatar Viperwolves Novels & Stories

"Then it's my turn, Hope Balder, brother of the legend Elizabeth, Avatar of rank E, but evaluated with a potential of rank D, I am a hero and probably the strongest in physical power here. With me, victory is assured!" He looked proudly at his audience, most looking annoyed. "What a good talker... I am Cid, but for you all it's Barron, I don't have time to say anything about me or my power, whatever will come to me, I'll crush it." They looked at him while sighing, Eryl amused. "I think it's good like this. Then it's only left you, Sir Carper." "... I know, I am Anesidora, Dora for 4 people but Mister Carper for the others, E-Rank Avatar... Shaman."

My wolf paced restlessly beneath my skin, confused by the overlapping scents of Liam's lingering pheromones from the waterfall and my mother's lingering hostility. "You're out early." I gasped, spinning around, my hands automatically flying up in a defensive stance, the muscles in my thighs tensing to either fight or run. Standing a few feet away, holding a heavy wicker basket stacked with freshly laundered medical linens, was Ava. She was a few years older than me, a beta wolf who worked in the pack’s healing infirmary. She didn't have the fierce, intimidating aura of the elite warriors, nor did she wear the flashy, expensive clothes of the pack hierarchy. Instead, she wore simple medical s

‘Five. ‘Goddess above,’ Andrew whispers in awe. S-six.’ Aviva slips for the first time, her human body slick with blood that’s not her own as she stumbles back into her wolf form and tears after the seventh rogue, the last, which is barreling right toward her.

I will make her mine, at all costs. I shook my head, trying to push the memory away. I couldn’t let him win her over. Not after what Tharok and I had already decided for her. That was supposed to stay our little secret. ‘You better watch yourself out there, Vaerith. That handsome white wolf is the future alpha of The Stormchaser Pack. Hide yourself, keep your distance. You know the rest.’ ‘Leave it to me, Tharok. I’ve got this. I’ve been on more spy missions than I can count.’

"What would I need to do?" Dara knelt down beside them, smiling reassuringly at the young child before turning to look at Natalia. "What is your mother's name?" "Ava." The Vârcolac nodded and then turned back to the child. "Hi Pippa, I'm Dara. I know you're very frightened right now, and I am so proud of how brave you've been so far. I am from a wolf pack too and I know if you were part of my pack, my alpha would tell me that you are going to grow up to be a fine, strong beta." Her words brought forth a hesitant smile, and she kept her tone soothing as she continued. "Ava is very sick, Pippa. She's lost her mate and she is going rogue. Do you know what that means for a wolf?"

—AVA— The wind whipped through her hair as Ava stood at the edge of the cliff, overlooking the jagged path that would lead them straight to the Council Citadel. Below, thousands of wolves were camped. Rogue-born, bloodline defectors, and survivors of forgotten packs—all ready to march under her banner. She held the dagger of the First Queen in one hand. Her new sigil—a flaming crescent—was carved into her gauntlet. But even with an army at her back, Ava couldn’t shake the feeling.

To take that first step into an existence different from anything she'd ever known. She was alone for the moment with no one to tell her she was crazy, so she concentrated very hard. Mike? Is that you? Holy god! It was just like the book said. Black and white wolves retained the ability of human thought. Was that what allowed them to communicate telepathically? You heard me? Damn! It really works. What works? That shifters can communicate with humans chosen as their mates. Jamie nearly dropped the bowl. Mates? Did he say mates?

The royal family demanded respect and that was exactly what they gave her. Halfway toward the dungeon, we noticed movement not far from us. Just within the trees surrounding the garden on this side. Various guards were yelling. Screaming for people to stop. On instinct, I pulled Farren close to me. Held her behind me. A large figure broke from the trees. Sped toward us until he shifted into his wolf form. Seeing Lysander, Farren broke free from me. She sprinted towards him. Her dress tangled beneath her feet. She stumbled. Lysander was there. Followed by two unknown wolves. One of darkest black and the other of the whitest white. Zaven and Kallik.

"They're under pack protection!" "The pack is weak," the first man said. "And these two... they're special, aren't they? We can smell it on them. Bloodline this pure, this strong—they'll fetch a high price. Or maybe we'll just kill them. Send a message." Everything happened so fast after that. Ava's mother shifted—there was no other word for it. One moment she was human, the next she was a massive wolf, silver-gray and snarling. She launched herself at the nearest attacker, and chaos erupted.

She was a vampire, and yet she stood on the hallowed ground of a werewolf pack with the confidence of a queen. "Welcome," she said, her voice a rich, melodic silk that seemed to vibrate in the very air. She offered a small, knowing smile, revealing the elegant, lethal points of her fangs. "I apologize that the Alpha is currently occupied with pack matters; he was pulled away just before your arrival. You shall have to find my company sufficient for now. I am Arcelythe Vladimir Hyde, wife of Alpha Ynovar and Luna of the Veylor Pack. It is an honor to receive you, Herse Gavira and Gavriel Soltharic."