Bloody Wolves Novels & Stories

Draven's form blurred as he changed, becoming a massive black wolf with violet eyes that locked on me before he bounded toward the fray. I followed, blade raised, adrenaline surging. The camp erupted into chaos. Invading wolves poured from the shadows, their forms sleek and deadly. Fangs sank into rebel flesh, claws raking through hides with sprays of blood. One invader, a gray furred beast, lunged at a rebel sentry, jaws clamping around the throat in a crunch of bone.

"What do you say we make it more interesting?" The crowd screams its approval. "Release the rogues." Gates around the arena slam open. Four wolves pour onto the blood-soaked ground—rogues who've lost their sanity completely. Their eyes are blank, rabid. They don't see packmates or allies. They only see prey. The first one lunges at me. She never stood a chance.

she whispered, “have blind spots.” My blood turned to pure ice. I spun on my heel to run, but the forest split open before my claws could even extend. Five massive, black-furred wolves burst from the thicket, moving with a silent, tactical coordination that could only belong to elite northern mercenaries. I lashed out blindly, my elbow striking the first wolf squarely across its snout with a wet crack, but two more slammed into my chest, their immense weight driving me hard into the damp earth.

Kayleigh It’s been an hour since the attack. It didn’t take long for us to beat up all twelve red wolves. Bash forced one of them to shift back into his human form and then carved his name on the guy’s back. Like a marque. The bloody brand was a message to his pack that Bash and Gio, both Blutschilds from different continents, will be coming after the red wolves. Thanks the Moon Goddess I’m in the company of skilled fighters. I mean, I know I wasn’t bad at all. I carried my weight during the fight. But the red wolves who attacked us were strong and seasoned fighters as well.

Chaos. Wolves slammed into each other in violent arcs, fur flying, and teeth sinking deep into flesh. The ground was already slick with blood, crimson splattering across torn grass. The rogues were faster than they should have been, stronger even, and their eyes glowed with not just the feral madness that came with mixing witchcraft into the werewolf dna but also with something that practically reeked. Blackthorn park was holding. My wolves fought like soldiers, sharp and brutal. They moved in unison, breaking lines, cornering rogues, and ripping their throats out when the chances came. They were organised and experienced.

’ A bulky chestnut colored wolf with gold markings linked his trio. **Kugri** ‘What do they want out here, with us? Don't they have enough in their bowls dealing with the Rogues?’ A smaller gray wolf growled. **Moon** ‘Their intentions are good as far as for them being in our presence. That makes them worthy of talking to.’ A pale, almost invisible wolf asked quietly. **Shyfter**

Emily whispered, her heart racing as she watched. On the field, three wolves fought fiercely. Elvie and Amelia were both dark brown wolves, sleek and powerful, while Natalie transformed into a lighter brown wolf. Blood stained the ground, shocking everyone who had gathered to watch. Marriott gasped, her eyes wide. "Why are they in blood? This was supposed to be a friendly match!" "They're fighting over Tom," Emily muttered, her gaze fixed on the scene below. "Natalie told them he's single now. She's trying to eliminate anyone who could be a threat to her."

One of the vampires shrieked, and Black ran towards them with angry eyes and slashed at him, wanting to separate his head from his body if it wasn't for his treachery from behind. Aaron turned with him to support him, as the Alpha could not fight them alone. That is impossible! Zayn backed away and howled so loudly that the vampire retreated backwards with great fear. This howling is a call to the rest of his flock!!! One of them turned with wide eyes when he saw a large horde of wolves running in the distance headed by his Jack betta wolf and his father Stephen Black immediately transformed and wore what one of his wolves threw his teeth at him carelessly and hurriedly while his wolves foug

Within minutes, the celebration turned to slaughter. And then, just as before, Xareth ordered my wolf to remove the Heartstone from the Alpha he had defeated. I watched the stone float on the artifact, glowing and pulsing, another trophy added to his growing collection. All around me, joy had turned into wailing. Children wept beside the lifeless bodies of their parents. Blood soaked the soil. Women screamed, smeared with crimson, clutching the hands of the dying. Their howls of agony echoed into the night, chilling and unrelenting.

Her sky-blue eyes drilled holes behind Hakan’s head, flashing the three muscular men a smirk whenever their eyes would wander over to where she was. “Then, I’ll be leaving Richard in charge while I go out to the city. Check the borders, I’ve been hearing talks about rogue wolves roaming around the forest from our hunters.” The man called Richard stepped up before bowing his head, as he received orders from his alpha. The three burly men left immediately when Hakan dismissed the group, turning around to face Skye with her arms crossed and looking bored.