Bloody Wolves Novels & Stories

So, if those are the crimson wolves, then what are these? “MoonBlood warriors!” Alpha Sam shouted, his voice carrying over the pack lands as the intruder wolves began growling. He had ordered the women and children to be hidden in the bunkers, only letting the most capable stand and fight. “Prepare yourself. Whatever comes, aim to kill.” As he said those words, the wolves on both sides clashed, going claws for claws, fangs for fangs, it was a complete bloodbath, both sides aiming to kill each other in cold blood.

~. .~ Paws Creek was a lively hub of activity, and the visiting she-wolves from various packs stood out with their distinct colors. Each pack had its unique attire, making it easy to distinguish them. The she-wolves wearing pristine white garments were clearly from the Glacier Pack, their attire reflecting the icy lands they hailed from. Their presence exuded an air of cold elegance. On the other hand, the she-wolves donned in vibrant yellow attire hailed from the Sun Pack. Their outfits radiated warmth and vitality, mirroring the sunny region they represented.

He took a seat on the step and signaled for Clara to sit next to him. "You haven't asked who bit you yet." Clara automatically grabbed her calf, the pain felt like a distant memory now. She felt the less she knew the easier it would be to forget. "Wolves are pack creatures. We live for the pack. Without one we will go crazy. Without one you will go crazy." "What are you talking about?" Clara was confused.

Across every territory gathered beneath Blood Moon. And suddenly— The darkness moved. Shadow creatures flooded from the doorway. Hundreds. Then thousands. An endless tide of claws, fangs, and red eyes. The army of wolves surged forward. The valley exploded into war. "FOR BLOOD MOON!" George's roar thundered across the battlefield. The wolves answered instantly. The ground shook beneath thousands of paws. The final war had begun. George shifted mid-run. His massive black wolf tore through the first wave of shadows like a storm.

He had managed to roll away from Bryan before he was able to nip down on his sides, and he shifted into his equally as large wolf. Vicious growling was all that could be heard as they began attacking each other, all I could see were flashes of their bodies colliding. It was all happening so fast and Bryan's men were blocking my view. Panic struck me as the smell of blood entered my senses; I knew both of them were bleeding. "STOP!" I screamed as loudly as I possibly could, trying to fight my way out of an enforcer's arms. I knew both their wolves had overtaken and were prepared to kill their opponent.

"And then the debt collectors will come for both of us and seize pack lands, and every wolf in Crescent Moon Pack will lose their homes because you were too selfish to accept your fate. Can you live with that?" The trap closes around me so perfectly I almost admire the cruelty. He knows I cannot let the pack suffer for his mistakes, recognizes I have spent three years protecting these wolves from his incompetence, and admits I will choose their safety over my freedom. "You are a monster," I say. "I'm a realist." He responds by straightening his jacket like we just finished a pleasant conversation. "You were never going to give me an heir anyway, too defective for that. At least this way you

I replied to him but as soon as I spelled the name ‘Paul’, I gasped. “What happened? What is it?” Karien inquired as he saw me gasped all of sudden. I looked at him and asked, “Do you remember what was the shade of the wolf fur, and how big was he?” “He had slightly golden brown, white-colored mix fur and not so big as I saw a werewolf in movies. I don’t think he was a strong wolf but he was there attacking those two guys before I got there and he ran off as soon as he saw me” He said recollecting the memories of last night.

I heard Bazaar. I then know what the dark smoke was. It was wolfbane the substance they discovered to kill and weaken a wolf. The wolfsbane was now causing me difficulty breathing. My eyes run water and my vision became blurry still I didn't close my eyes. My eyes remained half-opened until I saw the dark dust that surrounded us slowly disappeared. When it did everyone within the wall was lying on the floor still and scared. It was not easy seeing them since my vision was still a bit blurry, but there was one image I could see clearly, and that was a white large werewolf that appears to be a she-wolf lying on the ground with a knife in its heart, covered in bright red blood. Bazaar walked ov

"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.

And it is when they arrived at the hotel did he understand why his wolfblood was boiling. The entire place was covered with red vines– from the ground to the stairsteps, running all over the walls, taking every space they could. And they weren’t red because of nature, they were red because of blood. And the scent made Remus nauseous, but it passed Eden’s human senses. The vines didn’t look bloody for her, just wet. It didn’t smell of blood, just damp and metallic. “What the hell is this?” Eden observed. “This is beyond saving.”