Balto 4 Wolf Destiny Novels & Stories

Wait for me! “Let’s see how you’ll do if I do this then.” Ursula said with a grim grin. With a snap of a finger, the muzzle that’s latched on Bathal’s snout disappeared, the metal dissipating into nothingness. “I gave you favor by containing his prowess and power with that muzzle. We will see now if you’re really worthy of anything, Calleb Shaldan.” The bigger wolf shook its head, going in all fours as it snapped its jaws. The freedom, the release of his mouth from being entrapped made the beast growl.

I can't concentrate on doing my job, the peaceful life with Balthazar that I'm living right now makes me feel even more guilty. But I also know there's nothing I can do at this point other than stay in hiding. My appearance will only exacerbate our problems. "What should I say in front of those werewolves? Hello, my name is Balthazar, I am a human who lives in the Yellowstone Pack territory. By chance that night I saw the Alpha Brennan wolf in the woods around where I live?" Balthazar shook his head. "My statement will not affect anything, Caroline, in fact my arrival will only provoke the werewolf werewolf's suspicions."

I was just about to teleport out when Rolph walked back in... followed by Rush Balista. "I should have known you were behind this." "Well, well! It's good to see you again, too." A broad smile spread across Balista's lips as he strolled toward me. "It's a pleasure to see you again." I scoffed, shaking my head. "I wish I could say the same. So, I see you tried another tactic?" I nodded toward Rolph. "Are you even an Arctic Wolf? I know for a fact you're not an Alpha."

Maybe there were worse things than to be labeled as a pack-slayer. She could only think of one thing worse, to be labeled as loyal to Alistar Littlefyre. She moved out of the way as the crowds of wolves parted. She was too stunned to move. She had never witnessed anything like that. The largest wolf she had ever seen in her life slowly approached her. The chaos of the room and situation seemed not to phase him. He was regal and fierce. She knew right away it was Balthazar Riverwalker. His bright yellow eyes locked onto hers. His fur was black as the night sky, with his gray hair sprinkled throughout like the stars. He was majestic.

Her fur looked to be a dark red; she was a beautiful red wolf and almost Lio’s size. While Lio and Naremi had them distracted, Baltasar jumped up on the stone table and picked me up. The second wereleopard had managed to give them the slip and tried climbing up onto the table. Two of the wolves came charging at it and tackled it. Baltasar leaped off of the table with me securely in his arms and took off into the forest. He was heading in the direction that I had entered from earlier. The way I was feeling, I thought I was going to pass out soon. I was already starting to lose consciousness. Baltasar carried me as if I weighed nothing. I couldn’t believe that he was still able to run as fast

Was this done on purpose so I could be with Zaire here? “Here,” she said, pulling me out of my thoughts. “It says that the great black wolf called Amoux is the most powerful wolf in the Black Moon Pack. He was not born, but cursed into a body.” she started reading, “cursed into a body. How does that happen? Aren’t wolves usually born with their humans?” “I don’t know, keep reading,” I replied, scooting to be closer to her.

He was a bigger wolf than she was, by God. Used to working with—taller and with broad shoulders. His guilty determination prevented him from averting his gaze from her or making a concession. It is understandable why Larissa was drawn to the attention-grabbing gray. Lelandi couldn’t help but ponder the experience of having a romp with a boisterous wolf like him. Yet, damned if it hadn’t resulted to Larissa’s death. Keep company with those of your own type, as her father would have advised. No humans; only the red type of lupus garou. No one raised a cup to take a sip of their beverage, and not a single person moved. She fought the need to swallow and pushed herself to look at Darien to see w

Not so much for poor Jacob. The man had been a fool all his life. This wasn't the first time he had tried to coerce a woman into his bed. This was, however, the first time he had gotten some balls and persuade a mated woman. Our mate. Our future Luna. He had bitten off more than he could chew and now lay in an alley for the dogs to eat. Such was the society of wolves. Violent. Territorial. Aggressive beyond belief. "I'm fine, Ozias. I can walk on my own," Alvara said, pushing away Ozias' reaching hands. Against his better judgement, the Beta still tried to reach for her. "I told you I can walk on my own! I am going to bed."

Years ago, a witch cast a prophecy over me. She said I was the cursed wolf, an abomination who would bring the pack to ruin. My parents believed it completely. Locked me in the cellar that same night and left me to starve. My older sister, Sia, fought like hell to keep me alive. When the pack came for me, she stood in front of every single one of them, crying as she tried to shield me. "She's not an abomination. She's never hurt anyone." Because of those words, when the Alpha fell for her but still feared me, that so-called abomination, I volunteered for exile. Walked away from the pack forever. Before I left, I gave Sia a charm. Told her, if anyone ever laid a hand on her, just speak into i

“Were you actually enjoying my story?” “Of course, you’re an amazing storyteller. That was absolutely riveting,” Carter said. “The Alphas, the other packs. Regular werewolves who do their bidding. What else? Why is Balfour called a Beta?” Eric settled back. “Well, regular wolves make up most of the pack. But Betas are the best of them. Balfour is the best, strongest and wisest Beta any pack has ever seen, honestly. He’s been with the Cross family for decades, since before the great war.” He said with admiration. “And then there’s omegas.”