Boris The Wolf Novels & Stories

Their ideal of pack purity was symbolized in their composition: imposing warriors, grey and white-furred, eyes bright with loyalty to an Alpha who ruled by title, age, and fear. Kade’s supporters, scattered recent recruits, half-breeds and rogues loyal to his vision—stood opposite, their coats dark as midnight, their eyes lit with a fierceness that matched their leader's. The moon, finally free of clouds, cast silvery sheen across the field. And in the center, Boris emerged, gaunter than he'd been in years. His grey fur was thin in patches, scars visible upon his flank. His silver eyes resonated with an ancient chill—the presence of a wolf carved in legend. As he spoke, his voice rumbled wit

he got interrupted but he still shaked her hand. " There is nothing to apologize about. Tell me, what's your department?" She asked. " Wolf hunting." The answer came as a shock. " Do people still involve themselves in things like that. Like imagine this is kind of weird, a werewolf. I have to say, I have never seen one before. But I have studied a lot about that and I was surprised that werewolves were not among the earliest extinction. Infact they are just natural selections. So tell me, how many have you hunted?"

Aleister still looked too speechless, which was a strange feeling. I shook my head, understanding he could see I was back in control. “Nate, your wolf is white.” Leon grinned at me. What? White? There is no such thing as a white wolf. They are only Myths from back in the old days. I let out a whine and he frowned slightly. “Follow me little brother.” As Leon stood up, I followed him into his dressing room and the full length mirror. I almost jumped at the beautiful wolf looking at me. My wolf. My fur the colour of the most purest white, that had a slight glow as if the moon was constantly shining on it.

Marking her soft neck and claiming her tiny cunt with his baby maker. Cole had managed to keep his wolf in control till now but now as Elsa dangled in front of him, inviting him to feast over her body to his heart’s content, Cole lost the fight of control with his wolf. As soon as he had finished tying Elsa to the tree, he had let his wolf take the control over his body. Cole had turned into a huge brown wolf with honey colored eyes. His wolf had started breathing deeply and stomping its feet down loudly on the ground. It had stomped over to the dangling body of Elsa and without waiting for another minute, it was buried its nose inside her pussy.

Around it sat six wolves. I knew them all. Marcus Volk at the head, gray-haired, broad-shouldered, his face a mask of pleasant neutrality. Beside him, Helena Vasiliev, the only female Alpha in the Circle, silver braids wrapped around her head like a crown. Then Stefan Wilhelm, lean and hungry, his eyes never quite focusing on anything. Then the others, old men of power. Their eyes tracked me as I walked to the table. "Kazimir Rossi," Marcus said. "Thank you for joining us."

I felt a big lump in my throat, because I hated having to remember how I got pregnant by someone without realizing it— without remembering his face. "So you don't think Thomas is my son," he surmised calmly, as more and more I felt as if my world was beginning to collapse around me. He took a step toward me, making me take a step back as well. “And why do Thomas' eyes change color? Have you ever thought about it? Surely you have already noticed other physical changes in him and how his behavior is compared to other children his age. He paused and I looked at his face while he showed me that he knew much more than I could imagine he knew. “Thomas is the son of an alpha wolf, it is something u

Where the silver half was molded to form a crescent moon, the gold created a perfectly round sun. Every time I slowed, too busy gawking at the elaborate artwork lining the walls, the wolf at Azrael’s side nudged me with its snout. First of all, the paintings moved. How could I not stop and stare? Second, the legends always said that Orion was the most powerful of the wolf gods, but it wasn’t until now that I actually believed it. It was oh so comforting that he also happened to have the worst attitude. When the wolf bumped me for the fourth time I grunted, “Can you tell your pet to stop pushing me along? Don’t let my perky ass fool you, I’m not cattle.”

Beta Duke was busy with some pack issues so he didn't tail around. Blevine warned me to not go far and I didn't intend to disappoint her after being left on my own for the first time. I knew Alpha Jade's return today would put restrictions on me so I had to seize the opportunity. Boris was quite interesting to be with. He hasn't found his mate yet and fears she must have died in the war before meeting him so he is on the lookout for a second chance mate. He has powers of snowboarding, making him ride the snow like a plane, which was a great advantage to a werewolf if being chased by a mage.

Anaki had always wanted to hear about Moon and Kurgi's 'sin against nature' for a long time. "You and Rex's beta would get along just fine with the braicell between the two of you.!" Kit chuckled, making Rex smile, thinking of him. "Only 3 wolves in Creation have dared to go against Nature, committing the most forbidden law, 'Wolves are born...not turned'. The first wolf to do this was Winter Wolf, I was the second, and Rex you were the last, but you certainly won't be the last." Moon recalled Anatashi's words from this morning.