Blood Lad Wolf Novels & Stories

The sky is inky black, pierced only by the stars and the glaring white moon. Sitting comfortably in the emperor box are my parents, Alpha Salvatore and Luna Isabel. I remember this night very well. It was my thirteenth birthday, and I just received the first signs from my wolf spirit Lycus. I remember Father being so pleased that he immediately called an audience into the arena to celebrate, and to test my ability as a new wolf. And the tradition for that is chaining a lone human to the floor in the middle of the arena, to be let go and chased down by the wolf as fast as possible.

It was a perfect combination. "My pleasure," I purred with contempt as I eyed my prey. The prisoner's head hung low, his malnourished body unable to withstand the poison that even the smell of his urine couldn't hide. Wolf's bane and liquid silver in low doses did wonders to subdue a wolf. Their beast would be put to sleep, and they would lose any connection they had to their pack... if they had one.

up, stood tall without a weapon in his hands, the armies had been directed by the king to kill him and in such time the rank of an officer would count to nothing, the one leading said in a louder and with an authoritative voice, " Iron bath, I command you to move, you betrayal," the word betrayer was the only thing that got him angry, and he ran towards the armies ahead, and with a single blow, he broke the Man's neck, the archers wasted no time, they released arrows towards them, even the armies with him, who had came alongside the archers died in their hand, he and the girls stood alone and more armies came along, it was morning and it was not possible for him to turn, and if he couldn't

I whined, picking up a sweatshirt with fragility. "Well... because you didn't listen to the warnings and so you brought this upon yourself. Good luck and try to stay alive." Alpha Gray laughed, closing the door to my escape and the door of the big laundry room. Werewolves sweat and blood smell awful than humans because of the supernatural power they hold. But I will surely be dying over this foul smell. "Oh! Look. It's Clara the troublemaker." The beta entered the room, pushing a big trolley filled with another pile of dirty clothes.

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.

"Turn? What are you saying?" "Ah, so that boyfriend you are with tonight is keeping you in the dark. Figures, since you are not marked. He must not be serious about you. Born wolf shifters may not continue forever, but science will ensure that they do." A small box in his hand revealed a syringe, filled with a glowing, blue liquid. "Now, let us not make this difficult," he said, voice soft but his eyes were reflective, the eyes of a wolf. They lunged at the same time; her towards the box and he towards her. She screamed when he grazed her arm, just out of reach. Using an old desk as a barrier, she managed to get behind it and hold an old candleholder out in front of her.

It broke every reason to live in the heart of this boy flooding his heart with grief and anger for the werewolves, making their destruction the only reason why he was still alive. One of the lessons that this young boy had learnt from his father was that to beat an incredible stronger army, you need to be part of them so that you could find out how they think, and their secrets. This young boy had known fully that when he had learnt about an army he would fight and defeat them. This young boy had chosen to become a werewolf so he could raise his army under the least suspicion and destroy the people who had destroyed his home and made his father die before his time. Slowly and diligently, he

He knew that too and that’s why we live in the human world. I don’t have a wolf. My mother told us that wolves usually come by the time a person turns eighteen. I’m twenty-four and still wolf-less, even though I am still stronger than a normal human person. My brother, Rodrigo did get his wolf, but on a dare, he drank wolfsbane right after getting his wolf and his wolf died. So now he is wolf-less and angry about it four years later. Mia is seventeen, so we won’t know if she has a wolf for another two months.

I hear pained groans from behind. “Juniper!” Fear seizes me, is she okay? I turn towards the wolf in haste, I have to knock it out, because if I don’t. Neither of us are making it out alive. Dark red eyes stare back at me. Wolves who possess red eyes are of high rank, either born of nobility, or the Alpha bloodline. So, who’s this wolf, obviously of Alpha bloodline and is wandering as a rogue? The wolf growls angrily and steps forward. I am of Alpha bloodline, I have Luna powers. I can possibly take it out.

Cayden stood up he couldn't believe her words. "When I first saw you the woman looks exactly like you. Her hair was bright red but your's is black. Iris could you be a Blood Wolf? You're not yet eighteen there is still a chance!" Cayden was excited of his new discovery. His decision of siding with the Luna was worth it. There is still hope for the Blood Wolf bloodline.