Blood Wolf Series Novels & Stories

They might fear the sickle of death, but they could not let anyone taint their clan’s honored Priestess without retaliation. The Blood Wolves clan’s population is only less than five hundred individuals, and half of them are the old that are long past their prime, and children that are still unable to defend themselves from adult soldier werewolves of the Royal Ark clan that has been polished to endure the cruelty of a battlefield.

Little does he know he is dream-sharing with his future mate, who is travelling with his mother. I would like to introduce you to ISABELLA and her wolf ZOEY she is a Werewolf-Witch. She was only sixteen when she ran away from her pack, her mother was the only one protecting her but she became sick and after she died her Alpha tried to sell her to another Alpha as part of his breeding and slave program which her Alpha would like to keep quiet from the Werewolf King. Isabella was classed as an Omega as her mother's mate was killed not long after they had mated and she was then raped by a Warlock and then had Isabella as a result. Isabella has now been on the run for two years, using the one sp

Beta Loras growled and shifted into a big black wolf with hazel red eyes, his claws were thick and long He charged at the Alpha who fought back with his knife and tried his best to avoid getting scratched but the Beta was fighting him strongly so he managed to dig the knife into one of the Beta’s hand as the Beta pinned him throat to the wall. The Beta screamed in pain and shifted back in a flash holding unto his hand that was wounded

The young wolf is whimpering and screaming in surrender, but they mercilessly continue their assault. I roar furiously and plow through the pile, as if they were cardboard figures standing in the way. I turn around and throw myself at them. One at a time, they fall for my senseless bites and raking claws. Finally there is only one of them back. Like a whiplash, I return to the driver's seat and take control of my consciousness when I see the large werewolf stand bend over Andreas' limp body. The light brown body lays far too still.

The Blackwood wolves surged behind her. A dark shape burst from the treeline. Amber eyes flashed beneath the moonlight. Lyla’s breath sharpened. The rival’s wolf. Lyla’s body coiled with tension. The wolf lunged. Lyla twisted beneath the blow. Her claws slid free beneath her skin. Her fist connected with the wolf’s ribs sharp and clean. The wolf hit the ground hard. Lyla’s breath sharpened. Eli’s silver gaze flashed beside her. Another dark shape lunged toward them.

The wolf sprinted swiftly towards them, baring its teeth and its eyes shining with the familiar rage of battle. Amora acted without any delays. She swiftly pulled the knife from her jacket and confronted the creature head-on. Her body shook from the impact as they collided, but she remained steady, driving the blade deep into its side. Kael stood beside her, skillfully fending off another wolf with lethal precision. Alec and Lia were both immersed in their own internal battles, showcasing their expertise honed over many years. The noises of growls and clashes filled the air as the fight descended into chaos.

her wolf answered. There are traces of fatigue on her face. She tried to stand up again, and this time she did it successfully. When Cassandra looked around, she saw that they were only three remained in the ring. Two werewolves and one vampire. Slowly, she walked towards them. The black wolf glanced at her and nodded his head, which Cassandra did the same. They started circling their prey. With the black wolf's signal, they attacked the vampire. Cassandra jumped on his right while the black one jumped on his left. She got punched, but the vampire couldn't dodge the black wolf's bite. It gave him a fatal blow. The vampire tried to stand, but he had no strength left. Slowly the mark disappear

It stumbled, its charge disrupted, crashing into a thicket of thorny bushes. The injured wolf, seeing its leader incapacitated, surged forward, its focus now solely on Elara. It was a desperate, frenzied attack, driven by pain and a primal need to kill. Elara met its charge with a brutal efficiency. She sidestepped the snapping jaws, her dagger a blur as she drove it deep into the wolf's chest. The animal let out a strangled gasp, its eyes wide with shock, then a guttural moan. It shuddered for a moment, then collapsed at her feet, its lifeblood staining the crimson earth.

"But someone did. Someone drained his essence, stole his wolf, and left him as a warning. This is the fourth such murder in two years, and each victim has been a high-ranking member of pack families. Someone is hunting us, Kira. And right now, you're the only lead we have." "I didn't see anything. I just found him." "But you touched him. You used your ability, whether you meant to or not. A Blood Heir can read the last moments of a wolf's death, can see what they saw, feel what they felt. It's in your blood, your bones. You might not know how to access it consciously, but it's there." I shook my head, backing away. "No. I don't…I can't…"

"The blood of the white wolf, when consumed by a witch, gives them the ultimate power boost and the ability to control full blood wolves. I can take over every pack in the US. It will help me control every full blooded Mutt in the states." Naomi was getting really sick of listening to her voice. She didn't know how to shut her up in her current situation but she just knew the second she was free Molly was going to be forced to keep her mouth closed. "Now come here" she said using the invisible bind to pull Naomi and Alex closer to the table.