Boris The Wolf Novels & Stories

I watched through her eyes, powerless, as she lunged at the bear. The queen stood tall, raising her claws, a faint glow gathering around her paws, but she was no match for the ruthless precision of the my wolf With a feral snarl, my wolf pounced, sinking her claws deep into the queen’s chest. The bear roared in pain, as the wolf dug mercilessly, retrieving the shimmering crystal lodged inside her heart. The Heartstone wasn’t like the others I’d seen before, it was pure white. My wolf dropped it into the obsidian vase Xareth always carried. And that was when everything changed.

With only seconds to recover and get my paws between me and the now large brown wolf that was on top of me. I was sure that was it. There was only so much I was going to be able to do in this position. A very bad position to be in, might I add. My paws dug into his chest, pushing him back only inches as his jaws snapped at my throat. A deep growl rolled through me as I dug my claws in deeper, hoping to cause enough pain to get him to back off even a little. That was all I needed in order to get out of this position. And then, just like that, he was gone. A large black wolf I had never seen before slamming into him, shoving him off me. The black wolf taking him by the throat and showing no me

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

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.

The words exploded out of me. Boris simply raised an eyebrow. Everything suddenly felt much bigger than it had an hour ago. Much more dangerous. The room seemed smaller. The situation seemed worse. Because if the rumors were true, then Traci wasn’t some random wolfless girl anymore. She was a White Wolf. Mated to two Alpha Kings. A White Wolf capable of healing fatal injuries. Boris folded his arms. “So Maddox.” His gaze locked onto mine. “You said you had this under control.”

More likely, whatever they were doing was more important to them than Claire, and they would’ve told Boris to do whatever was necessary to keep her confined. There was a screech of brakes a second later, and she let out a sigh of relief before she even knew who was arriving. Boris turned to confront the threat, and she realized it was Bodie. As a human, he might not have been a match for Boris, but he shifted as he ran toward them, his wolf coalescing from his human features as his clothing fell to the wayside, some of it ripped beyond use.

I sit back in my chair and pick my slice back up as I stare at the goddess sitting across the table, her voice is soft, “your wolf does he have white paws?” I smile at her, “yes, his name is Boris.” She nods, “the picture you sent me where did you find it?” “I didn’t find it anywhere, I created it,” I lean back in my chair and smile at her, “you liked it.” I wink at her, “your wolf, Storm, did I do her justice?” She gasps, “how do you know her name?”

Yes, Korotkov felt no better, but he no longer pushed Pasha away from him. Now only the Dryad and Kisa have returned. Only I would never have thought that the search in their forest could take so long. After all, their forest was audible rocks ... The girls did not go into the details of their journey, but apparently they also had "uninvited" guests, like we have in the north. Why then white wolves attacked a flock of snow leopards is still not clear. And where these wolves came from is also not known. Maybe Marun already knew something, but I don't talk to him, and Pasha didn't mention anything about it.

In any case, she was again not honored to remain in the house and, with the first glimpses of a new day, was sent to where she was called to serve the master of the city. In the evening she was called again. Boris was stuck in an office with Valt and another werewolf with an extremely unpleasant nasal voice, because of which they called him Nasal. Alyosha cautiously mentioned that there were riots in the city and it was not difficult for me to connect them with the blood that was on Boris the other day and, of course, with what he was so desperately eager to find with my help. The she-wolf, who was in full sexual-combat gear on standby, staggered around the living room, looking with hatred a