Bitten Wolves Novels & Stories

As the fight got more intense, the two werewolves shifted, so that where two men were fighting before, there was a very large grey wolf, Thomas, and a slightly smaller black wolf, Jonas. The wolves circled each other, the grey one’s eyes full of wisdom, experience, and anger. In the black wolf’s eyes were a knowing look … and triumph, which was weird because it was being beaten hands down. Several bones in its body had been broken and it was favoring its right front leg, whereas the other wolf was very much unhurt. The fact that the black wolf was being beaten did not seem to faze it, though. Its eyes kept darting around, as though searching for something, so the pack members thought that it

A stabbing pain flies through my arm and head as he picks me up and I wince, but I don't say anything. A low growl behind us makes Maximilian turn abruptly, sending my head into a dizzy spin. Three wolves stand with their teeth bared, ready to pounce on us. "Can you stand?" he says in a low voice, and I nod, though I don't know if I can. But it doesn't matter. These wolves will kill us unless Maximilian is free to fight them. I don't remember ever being so scared, and this time it's not just for myself. I'm surprised that just as Tommy said, I'm worried about Maximilian's safety as well.

Because I came here? The hunters noticed that beside them some wolves had cornered them. They all held their claws near their throats. The others wolves were surrounded as well. ‘’ You called your packs,’’ growled one of the wolves. ‘’ Yes, we did,’’ replied Odin. ‘’ Take care of them will you? They are trying to target the villagers here for no reason. Tie them up and bring them to Alpha at Ravenwood. We need them to confess why they are doing this.’’

That was some DRAMA that year! It happens. Some wolves are so hormonal by the time they get out there that their wolf loses sight completely and just claims the first she-wolf he finds and then rapes her. They call it being ‘lust drunk’. Luckily, alpha’s are stronger and have more resolve than other wolves so I knew I didn’t have anything to worry about there. I just needed to pray that I didn’t pick up MY mates scent tonight. “Line up on the edge of the pavement.” Everyone lines up elbow to elbow practically to have room for everyone to make a straight single file line across the back patio of the pack house.

Growling and body slamming, there was scratching, there was biting. The scents of blood, sweat and apprehension permeated the air, swirling around them and Reyna had to press her hand on her nose stopping herself from feeling sick, the resentment and rage of two dominant wolves burning in her skin were enough to make her woozy. The silvery wolf delivered an excruciatingly painful bite to his enemy's flank. Then it barreled to the golden brown wolf's side so hard that the latter fell on its side without giving a chance to his opponent.

I don't move. "Specific spot." His hand comes up and touches his own neck, the muscle where it meets the shoulder, like he needs the map to say it. "Right there. It's called a claiming bite. It's not a mark. It's not a hickey with better PR. It binds you. Both of you." "For how long?" "Life." The refrigerator hums. Nothing else in the house moves. "There's no undoing it. No walking it back, no divorce, no oops. Wolves mate for life if they choose to. The bite is how. You do it once, and it's done."

This second spirit had paused time. My new wolf collided with Logan’s wolf before I could blink, and with one dangerous bite, pinned Logan’s wolf to the floor. My new wolf bit into the wolf’s nape and didn’t stop despite the wolf’s clawing and violent slashes until it ripped out the head of Logan’s wolf. My new wolf spat the head out onto the floor.

“I didn’t but now I do. When I was young, I used to hear my parents and siblings mention them. I brushed it off because I thought it was just some folklore and it seemed far fetched. But I knew that night when he bit me that I was turning into one. It’s like it’s there in the back of my mind. I could picture out a beast, a wolf.” Rose nods. “Humans considered us as wild, a monster, an abomination. They didn’t know that our wolves are a gift from the moon goddess.” “Moon goddess?” I asked with a frown. I tried to recall what I’ve learned from books. I don’t remember such a thing. I always thought it was just a curse that would take effect every full moon.

“This is Kyle, he was a member of Bernie’s Pack, before the culling, I wondered if Charlie might talk to him about,” “About being a bitten?” Dominic finished Stacy’s sentence for her. Valaria shifted in Dominic’s lap, looking over her shoulder to him, “A Bitten?” Dominic was still shocked at how little Valaria knew about Wolves, “It’s a non-born Wolf shifter, they are bitten by an Alpha and if they are strong enough to survive the first shift then they are just as much Wolf as a born.” Valaria looked confused, her brow creased as she spoke, “I didn’t think that was a thing, I thought that was just a story in romantic novels.”

When he bit me and didn't back off, I slapped my long nails into his neck from both of my hands and ripped his cavernous veins, killing him on the spot. The bite he gave me was painful and I was left paralysed by the lethal attack. I snapped and forgot the pain he caused me and attacked the remaining wolves. Most of them were dead and there were only two wolves left in the arena. One was me, and another one was a rogue who came from the pack. Maybe, he was a warrior once but his scent had the hint of betrayal. He was showing his sharp canines and the wound on my back ached. There was definitely a connection with the bite from these different wolves.