Blood Lad Wolf Novels & Stories

After all, he had received a call from Noir himself, the Black Wolf. The Black Wolf was the captain of the Shadow Wolves, the elite squad directly under the Wolf King. Even if it was no one important, the only person that someone as influential as the Black Wolf respected was not someone that Adam could afford to offend. Andrius said, “You’re done? I heard him saying someone was dragged by a truck for a few kilometers. Did it happen?” Densel was stupid enough to mention it in front of Andrius which was suicidal for him.

“The blood wolf is a hybrid, made from two different monsters, both violent and bloodthirsty, the loup-garou and the vampyr. It craves blood constantly and can never be appeased. It's a being so powerful that the native tribes start worshiping it as a god. It’s not until a coven of witches stand up against the blood wolf and put it down with a spell that the land is freed of its evil.” He looks up at me, and I swallow hard. What have we done?

Within three seconds, she found herself falling into darkness. Lobelia caught her daughter before she hit the ground, an expression of horror on her face. She'd hoped that even though her daughter was a blood wolf, she wouldn't take over her father's alpha title. She prayed earnestly over the last year that her baby girl be a regular blood wolf since a blood wolf can't inherit the gifts of normal werewolves, but as usual, her prayers were unanswered. Being a blood wolf was already a big enough issue but being an alpha blood wolf was even worse.

Lethal. A shadow streaking through fire and ash— I, Xavier Da La Vega, the Black Wolf, born from pain and purpose. I howled—not a challenge. A plea. The golden wolf’s gaze fixed on the woman huddled protectively over her child. "NO...please no...," The woman cried and begged.

Lyra's POV Ice-blue eyes pierce the darkness, their intensity making me cringe. I stumble backward, my feet tangling in an unseen root. As I fall, a massive white wolf emerges from the shadows, its pristine fur marred by splatters of crimson. The coppery scent of blood fills my nostrils, growing stronger as the creature approaches, lips curled back to reveal razor-sharp teeth. The hunger radiating from it is palpable. No, not hunger – ravenous, all-consuming starvation.

Either way, I am glad he’s here. “It says here that the wolves that we acquire are classified according to their strengths. The black wolf… one of the rare kinds and one of the strongest as well. The only werewolves who acquire black wolves are those who have direct Lycan blood.” Alden nods, listening intently. “Come to think of it, you have a black wolf, right?” I ask while flipping through the pages. Alden smiles. “Yes. My wolf’s name is Noir. He can be a little shit sometimes.” He pauses for a bit and briefly closes his eyes as if he’s talking to his wolf. “But he’s very reliable.”

But he was not prepared to fight tonight. I put three drops of my blood in the tea I served him and Luther’s team this morning. He neither smelled it nor tasted it. He may have become a hybrid but despite the wolves’ blood in his system, a crimson wolf’s blood was something. It was fatal for him. It may not be enough to kill him, but it could weaken him.

to respond. “ I’m okay. I just haven’t had sex since we broke up, so it’s been a while. also, do you have bites in your mouth? And did you always know you were a wolf when we were together? And was your brother ever really sick? “ Arron grabs a glass of water and hands me one “ yeah my mouth is a little sore we did get rough and yes I’ve always known Im a wolf I shifted at 6 years old well that is the first time I remember but my mom says all of her sons were shifting since new borns it’s said that makes naturally shift early we are of superior sex and to answer your question no my brother wasn’t sick not exactly he was experiencing his first transformation and he had been in pain longer th

Such a delicate wolf girl. Anyway, it was my turn to play my character. I had no idea who was Thomas but I knew he was her uncle through her conversation to herself. It was not hard insulting him as the stupid, useless and ugly werewolf cause he was each one of them. Who is his mate anyway? How can someone be mate of such an ugly creature? Look at me, if I hadn’t had to hide, every vampire girl in Goldenwood would die to touch me. And who knows Blackwood’s she-wolf would fall for me too.

I took my bike and rode off to Babe’s house. A different part of me wanted me to go back and let Maj do what she wanted but another part knew it wasn't right. Babe doesn't deserve any of that. “STOP! STOP PLEASE” I stopped my bike behind a building as soon as I heard her pleas. The wolf was already dragging her. I stayed behind at the edge of the building and waited for the wolf to recognize my dominant aura. It didn't take long before it did. It stopped and bowed. I might not be the Alpha yet but I was the Alpha’s son. My command is power. I growled at the wolf and as Babe took off, the wolf also did. I didn't need to follow it, it will make its way back to me.