Bloody Wolves Novels & Stories

I glanced around and tried to know exactly where I was this time around, it was a plain field, a battle seemed to have ensued, I didn't know between who but they seemed to be very aggressive, going for kills and not sparing anyone in their path Blood splattered everywhere, the scene was very gory, even for me, heads detached from their bodies, wolves seemed to lie very still like they were dead, everything seemed to move slowly and blurred, screams pierced the midnight air, the moon seemed to glow like a ball of fire. A head rolled towards my feet when I glanced down, it belonged to a child, her eyes were blank and her hair matted with red blood that spilled out of her severed neck. A scream

I glared at him, Jade took the remote and turned off the television “What happened you sounded urgent over the phone?” Jade asked “Hmm, guys there's a big problem” I said and all of them adjusted on their seats immediately “What's wrong?” Dell that has been lying down sat up and asked “It's the black wolves they claim some of their pack members have been murdered by one of our Packs so they have started to kill our pack members, this morning five dead bodies were found at White wolves pack borders, one belong to Westwood Pack member, two belonged to Northwood Pack member and two belong to White wolves Pack member, and something strange was written on their body”

Chandeliers that were once the bringer of light were now lying shattered on the ground; thousands of shards littered the bloody floor. ‘Five… Twelve… Twenty-three…’ Diana counted the number of wolves around her with one scan of the room. Black-furred wolves filled the room along with corpses of residents’ deltas. She could easily differentiate which wolves were which since the black-furred wolves reeked of rancid smell, a pungent odor that could only be smelled by the rogues. Rogues were werewolves who lost their sanity after they turned their back to rationality. But rogues were supposed to be extinct.

The city dims, like a candle turned low, and the ground ignites beneath my feet—not with light, but with meaning. Blood blooms across the stones. Layered. Counted. Cataloged. Human blood is the first thing I register—thin, pale, almost translucent. Fear-heavy. The kind spilled by people who never saw the blow coming. There isn’t much of it here, only residue tracked in by boots and panic. Bystanders. Collateral. Then the wolves. Their blood burns hotter, thicker, streaked through with silvered heat. Three distinct signatures. No—four. One was injured but escaped. Alpha-trained fighters. Not scavengers. Not young.

The whole group seemed to stop. "Griff? What's going on?" Lilly whispered but I shook my head as I looked over at my Dad. The air was thick with the scent of blood and rogues. {Rogues are packless wolves that were kicked out due to some crime. They are usually violent and bloodthirsty} I linked our pack. {Did you smell that? Where's it coming from?} I asked as we circled up together. {The west. Is it an attack?} Nik replied

Chapter 114: The morning’s light broke over the battlefield with a fierce intensity, as if the sun itself had risen to witness the final act of this bitter conflict. The Blue Moon Pack’s defenses, though battered by the relentless assaults of the exiled werewolves, still held firm. Every wolf was on high alert, hearts pounding in unison as the enemy’s forces began to press their advantage in a desperate bid for victory. The air was charged with the electric mix of adrenaline and grief—a solemn promise that every sacrifice made would lead to redemption.

Their eyes glimmered with a malefic light, revealing their true nature as they prepared to unleash chaos upon the unsuspecting nation. The Black Wolves bore a distinct mark of their predatory nature. Etched upon their bodies, each member possessed a sinuous tattoo, resembling a coiled serpent with piercing crimson eyes. The mark adorned their bare arms, a visible symbol of their allegiance to the pack and their dedication to the impending destruction they sought.

Not when I had to fight these fucking wolves that seemed to spring up in every corner of my damn house! Fucking spawn of the devil. I lunged at the first wolf again. He twisted as I went for his throat and managed to get his teeth into my side. I roared in pain as he shook his head. I clawed his muzzle. He let me go and I throat-punched him. He crumbled, choking on blood and pain. Another wolf chomped down on my arm. I snarled and shoved my claws into his eye sockets. The wolf yelped and stumbled a few feet back, cowering.

My howls turned more agonizing as I went into a bad place. And then, miraculously, the wolf stopped as his entire body came crashing down on top of me. I yelped from the impact of a grown man’s full weight hitting my body. Once I recovered, I opened my eyes to see Alex holding an entire bloodied vertebral column with his claws, clearly ripped from the wolf’s body. I instantly pushed the dead man off me and sprinted away as Alex threw the vertebrae away and held off the other three wolves, one of whom looked like he wouldn’t get too far as a bloody puddle formed under him and he eventually turned human, dropping to the ground.

Mom, Dad she called out slowly to them moving close in their direction. By the time she found them they had already transformed into werewolves it's wasn't easy, controlling them as wolves, to make them go under the basement, she tried all she could but failed then she said to them, "I don't care how aggressive you are towards me, you know you can't hurt me because I am also a young wolf, just like you are a werewolf from one pack, I can control you, as been a young she-wolf, I will do anything to make sure you don't cause any harm to others."