Bloody Wolves Novels & Stories

Purity answered with tears in her eyes. And my own tears fell again. “You’re going to drain them.” “Not unless many will share a little of theirs…” Purity reasoned out. “They know what they are offering for her.” And then, one by one, more wolves came in. There were so many that I couldn’t see them all. I was crying and wiping away my tears, trying to recognize every wolf I saw that was encircling Brook. Hunter, Arrow, Zero, Rocket, Paragon, Millicent, Helios, Tala, Echo, Rain, Thunder, Serenity, Blue, Sapphire, Beast, Angel… and someone with a scar on his eye—Alonso’s wolf.

In the middle of a clearing, two massive wolves were locked in battle. Luka’s dark, hulking form clashed with Alec’s silver wolf, their fur matted with blood and dirt. Their snarls filled the air, a terrifying sound of raw power and fury. They circled each other, teeth bared, their eyes blazing with a hatred so deep that it cut through Elara like a knife.

Scene 1: Beneath the Rebirth Moon The Rebirth Moon loomed enormous and alive, casting silver and crimson light over the Sanctuary. It shimmered like an open wound in the heavens, its pale glow fractured with veins of red, as though the universe itself held its breath. Wolves from every surviving pack had gathered here, seeking refuge and unity in the wake of endless wars. Light wolves with glistening ivory fur mingled uneasily with the dark-furred Eclipse wolves, their eyes wary, their paws twitching with centuries of ingrained hostility.

With a synchronized surge, the pack warriors charged at the intruders, a relentless force driven by loyalty and a fierce tenacity to safeguard their sovereign. In the heart of the tumult, over five wolves formed a protective circle around Astrid. Each wolf, a vigilant sentinel, stood ready to ward off any threat that dared to approach her. In the heart of the battleground, a frenzied concerto of primal rage unfolded as the wolves turned upon the rogues with savage ferocity. Fangs sank into fur, tearing into flesh, as the air echoed with growls and yelps. The scent of blood permeated the road, staining the once-pristine ground in crimson hues. The macabre dance of violence left an indelible m

"They're not technically rogues—they're an unaffiliated pack that operates outside normal pack law. About fifty wolves, all combat-trained, known for hiring out as mercenaries." I scanned the report, my stomach sinking with each line. Black River had a reputation. They were disciplined, ruthless, and expensive. The kind of wolves you hired when you wanted guaranteed results. "How much did Vanessa pay them?" I asked. "Fifty thousand up front. Another fifty thousand on completion of the contract." My father's voice was grim. "And there are at least two more contracts we know about. Bloodmoon Collective—about thirty wolves, specializes in ambush tactics. And the Ash Creek runners, smaller group

Lucian got a call from Daniel, Alpha of the red pack, early one morning. They had a rogue attack. The rogues had advanced weapons which had hit some of their highest ranking Betas. Bullets don't work on werewolves unless they were silver. Such bullets were expensive and hard to obtain. The rogues used normal bullets laced with poison. The wolves suffered hours of agony as the poison spread in their bloodstream. They were able to control its spread, but it could be deadly if given in significant quantity.

Something in between. The serum wolves are coming.

Hannah whispered to him, giving him a small smile. “What do you want?” Asher yelled, turning to look at Knox. “Bad guy..what do bad guys want…money, power, control. Same deal. I want Red Woods…I want to destroy Cross River.” Knox said grinning. The hall door busted open, wood shattering out into the room. A large dark gray wolf came bursting through, flanking his sides were several other wolves, all eyes glowing white except the one glowing ice blue. The back door to the hall busted open, another swarm of wolves came rushing in. The deep chocolate wolf leading the way, eyes glowing ice blue, looked fierce. Her eyes locked with the dark gray wolf as a silent order was given to surround the ro

Dawn Pack, and a fanatical joy in serving the marrow god, her laughter a silent promise of blood. The ambush struck without warning, Veyra's wolves—eight shadowy beasts with red-glowing eyes, their fur matted and corrupted—leaping from hidden ledges, claws slashing through the mist like knives in the dark. The first cult wolf slammed into a patrol member, teeth sinking into shoulder, blood spraying to stain the rocks crimson, the scent sharp and coppery in the damp air. Screams and growls erupted, the river's roar amplifying the chaos, mist swirling chaotically as bodies collided.

The man shrieked in pain and tried to fight them off, but they just kept biting harder. Charlie, please get here, Lia prayed silently. No sooner had the words echoed in her head than a man came running up the sidewalk like his ass was on fire. "Holy shit," he swore as he saw the two wolves. "Help me," the man screamed. "Get these beasts off of me. I'm bleeding."