Badass Wolves Novels & Stories

He looked at me, and for a second, the Alpha pride masked the pain. ​"I can walk," he told me before I could offer an arm. ​"Fine. Don't fall." ​The cutters opened their cargo ramps. Marcus and his Vanguard had brought six massive Wildland wolves—feral beasts they’d captured and broken years ago, easily five feet at the shoulder, covered in thick, white armor-fur. They were the only things durable enough to run through the dead zone without dissolving. ​I mounted the largest male. Kaelen climbed onto the female right next to me, gripping the reins with hands that I could see were shaking. Alaric and Marcus took the lead on the other four, flanked by a dozen of the elite Shadow Legion.

Just get rid of everything that was so pressing and getting on your nerves. Which is what I did. White Porsche Cayenne Vadim again flaunted his greatness, and beckoning to a further plan of action. The only thing I did not take into account was two hefty mules who stepped out of the darkness and blocked my path. With a height of at least two meters, and in the shoulders no worse than Rinat, the werewolves demonstrated by their very appearance that it was better not to mess with them. The familiar cut of black formal suits over white shirts, as well as the fact that I saw them for the first time, made it clear that they were Yang's people. Both are black-eyed and dark-haired. Black wolves.

The sound of shrill pain from Alpha Bashiri's wolf muzzle was deafening. “You call ordinary werewolves rubbish. Look at you now, Bashiri. You're so stupid that a blaze that just stays still engulfed your wolf's body,” he said in a husky tone. Addy crossed the flames in his fur and then approached the body of Bashiri's wolf, who was still whimpering in pain.

We were stuck here until they let us through – and I didn’t think they’d be doing that any time soon. ‘Not good,’ Ina hissed. ‘They’re Sand Wolves – the Desert Assassins. They aren’t as big as normal werewolves, but they’re shit-hot at combat and love using their skills to rob humans and other wolves in their territory.’ ‘You couldn’t have mentioned them before?’ I hissed, turning on the spot, assessing our chances of escape. As I took a tiny step back they started to growl, a low, vicious sound building and building as more wolves joined in.

Their fur shimmered as they shifted from their human forms into their powerful, majestic wolf selves. Alpha Marcus, a formidable and wise leader, called out to the pack, his voice resonating with authority. "Tonight, we patrol the borders. We cannot afford to let our guard down. The rival pack has been growing restless, and rumors of their alliance with dangerous supernatural entities have reached our ears." The wolves exchanged determined looks, their golden eyes gleaming with fierce resolve. They had trained tirelessly, honing their skills and preparing for the inevitable clash with the opposing pack. This was their chance to prove their mettle, to defend what was rightfully theirs.

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.

"And then the debt collectors will come for both of us and seize pack lands, and every wolf in Crescent Moon Pack will lose their homes because you were too selfish to accept your fate. Can you live with that?" The trap closes around me so perfectly I almost admire the cruelty. He knows I cannot let the pack suffer for his mistakes, recognizes I have spent three years protecting these wolves from his incompetence, and admits I will choose their safety over my freedom. "You are a monster," I say. "I'm a realist." He responds by straightening his jacket like we just finished a pleasant conversation. "You were never going to give me an heir anyway, too defective for that. At least this way you

I was extremely happy when I realized that I didn't have to share a bathroom with my brothers. Soon someone came up and gave us all a tour of the castle, it was basically a giant maze. I could barely remember where my own bedroom was. Though I figured that I'd get use to it over time. When the tour was over they walked us to the great hall, where the Ancient Wolves were. Legend has it that they were the first ever Wolves to walk the Earth and that they have amazing powers bestowed upon them by the Moon Goddess herself.

I lay on the gas, make a couple jumps and I’m close enough. I raise the gun back up and line up my sights when I see something beyond the rogue. It’s a territory marker. Shit. We’ve reached the pack lands. I can’t risk the shot now. My only hope is to keep chasing him in case he turns back and gives me another chance. Maybe I can turn him around if I get a good enough angle on him. I’d be screwed if one of my shots ended up hitting one of the pack wolves. Normal tranquilizers won’t do anything but these are special. Made specifically to knock out the wolf side and put the human side to sleep. No wolf means no extra strength, speed, or increased healing capabilities. Much easier to work with

Saliva dripped from his snarling jaws as he crouched, preparing to attack. The two wolves collided with a thunderous crash, their snarls and growls echoing through the bakery. Claws raked fur and flesh, teeth snapped with lethal intent. Ryker’s agility countered Bruce’s brute strength as they moved in a flurry of strikes and evasions. Despite the chaos, Ryker’s every move was calculated, his wolf form exhibiting both power and precision.