Balto 4 Wolf Destiny Novels & Stories

He was proud, but he never wanted Kaeden to take on such a responsibility, something that he would live with for the rest of his life—he never wanted this… Sighing deeply, he tracked forward to where his nose led him. After travelling for twenty minutes, deeper into No-man's-land, Cyro came to an area surrounded by rocks and boulders, atop a boulder in the distance, Cyro saw a huge wolf covered in red fur mounting a smaller grey wolf. The wolf, covered in red fur, bit down on the grey wolf’s scuff hard and ravaged its rear end at a crazy speed. The grey wolf whimpered and before everyone’s eyes, the bigger wolf ripped its head off, flinging it into the air.

She continued to stand. I searched her face, nothing to be found as usual, she was great at keeping her secrets, “alright then. My patrol had an interesting discovery in the forest last night. A white wolf with glowing blue eyes by the river.” Tasha nodded and sat down, not saying a word. “What do you know about it? I remember the stories you told me when I was a pup. Are they true?’

The fark magic consumed Balthazar's, the shadows slithering around them. Something collided with us from behind, sending us to the ground. Dela cried out but caught herself before my body slammed into the ground. She spun around to find a huge black wolf moving toward her. Its violet eyes glowed as it bared its teeth at her. I knew without a doubt that it was Knox. He was as big, if not bigger, than my father's wolf. And everything about him screamed alpha. "Stupid mutts, I am sick of you vial creatures," Dela hissed. Power pushed through me, and I screamed at her. Pushing every fibre of my will into my body as I fought to regain control of my body.

The wolf's bay carried through the air. Lucas wasted no time running towards the sound. Certain this was it, one of his soldiers found something. His paws hit the snow as he sped forward, gearing himself up for a fight. The baying continued and started moving towards the lodge. Lucas shifted his path knowing the howling wolf decided the best thing was to regroup there. It didn't take long for Lucas to arrive. An all too familiar scent filled the air. The wolf who was howling arrived first, he continued to make the call drawing everyone back.

It was a phantom wolf, its eyes sparkling with an eerie intelligence. The pack gazed in amazement and horror as the spirit wolf approached, and then, in a voice that seemed to reverberate from the very bowels of the ground, it uttered, "The Moonlit Meadow is at a crossroads, and the threads of destiny are unraveling. Choices will be made, alliances destroyed, and new destiny established. You are all part of a larger scheme, and the day of reckoning is upon you."

as he quickly stepped back raising his hands in defense. “I didn't get to change you myself, although I wanted to but I had the pack nurse do it I promise.” “What did you mean by you have warriors chasing after them?” Zayn exhaled, running a hand through his hair. “This might be hard to understand for now, but… I am a wolf, the alpha of the Shadowcrest pack and you my dear are my fated mate. I have waited my whole life for you.” He paused, his eyes scanning my face for any sign of understanding.

I ran to my room, slamming the door behind me, and threw myself on the plus couch beside the window; my nails were deep inside it as scenes played in my head. "How dare he," I whispered, my trembling voice escalating into an outraged shout. "How dare he choose her, human, over me." My wolf stirred inside me, her voice silky-smooth, even. "Dialectics, Cindy," she said, cadence working the magic of peremptorily calming my brain. "Xavier is just being a jackass at the moment, but he'll soon see sense. Then he shall be ours according to the ordinance of nature. "Destined?" I spat, getting to my feet and pacing the room. "He humiliated me in front of his mother, rejected me outright, and declared

The world slows as my paws slam into the ground, claws tearing into dirt and ash. Across from me, Balthazar laughs. And then he shifts too. His body expands, bones cracking and rearranging as midnight blue fur coats him. His wolf is massive, larger than any I’ve ever seen. Larger than me. Power rolls off him in suffocating waves, ancient and wrong. We collide. The impact is catastrophic. Air explodes outward, the force throwing both of us back like we’ve been struck by lightning. I skid across the ground, tearing furrows in the dirt before I manage to dig my claws in and stop.

Casper ran to him and peered over his shoulders. It was a journal of an Alpha Tate from 1959. And on the right page were scrawled the following words: "On this day, 12th of June 1959. three wolves found dead at border. Beaten and butchered. One with a tattoo. Crescent with a circle around it."

She began to fade with the darkness until no trace of her was seen. Lucia jerked away to earth, panting heavily like she had just run a marathon. Strange, she could remember everything she discussed with her mother. In almost all cases, she barely remembered what took place in the dream. That was a sign... The Witch-Wolf is about to be born... "And where are you headed, Jackson?" A voice trailed him as he sauntered through the thick forest after the meeting of his pack in the forest. He felt heavy because like all other times, he had been frustrated, insulted, and used.