Captain Wolfoo Novels & Stories

Still, I couldn't imagine any of the werewolves of the Dark Crescent Moon pack could be this cruel toward the creatures of the ocean, the very element that had been protecting our pack from the whole world. From the corner of Carie's eyes, we watched Loid growling in anger as he stepped out of the car. Before he could come near, Carie wagged her tail hard and hit the captain where the sun didn't shine. Clutching onto his balls, the Captain fell on the ground, groaning in pain.

He’s a gigantic man with a rough, craggy face that doesn’t look like it’s seen a smile for twenty years. But I can’t think about that now - my head still spins, and I do my very best to keep my eyes forward and concentrate on walking as my body begins to adjust, not allowing myself to be distracted by my surroundings or by my stupid wolf, who is howling at me – begging me to go find them, to hunt them down, to strip off my uniform right now and – The Captain scowls around at us, clearly displeased with our disorder. “Fall in,” he snaps. “It’s time for your first examination.”

Without hesitation, the majestic wolf beneath him turned on its heels, and his loyal subordinates, bound by years of allegiance, placed their trust in his judgment. "Leave them behind! We won't bear responsibility for these fools," the captain commanded sternly. Amidst the chaos, the beastmen scattered in desperation, driven by the primal urge to quench their thirst, only to meet meaningless ends in various ways. What appeared to be a formidable force had crumbled, all thanks to the cunning tactics employed by the humans. Despite his curses directed at the humans, a begrudging admiration stirred within the captain's heart. It was incredulous that a war could be won with such minimal effort,

“What are you waiting for? You’re going to get soaked.” Wondering again if one of the both of them was losing a few nuts he joined her. Matthew Wolffe. Nicknamed the Wolf. Self-made and successful. And he was running in the streets alongside a laughing nurse who caught his attention singing soulfully at a club. She was laughing as she shielded her head from the rain, dodging passersby. Before long they were in front of her apartment. She led him through the doors and up the steps to her apartment. They were both dripping wet by the time they got into the warmth of her home. She left his side and turned on the lights. A puppy with light brown fur danced around her legs.

They curled at his sides like he was gripping back a storm. “Everything okay, Captain?” I added, keeping my voice even. He didn’t speak. Instead, he stepped forward. One step. Two. Three. Until there was no space left between us. I had to crane my neck to meet his eyes, and when I did—my breath hitched. They weren’t blue. Not anymore. They were glowing. Not like contacts. Not like tricks of the light. But glowing. Gold. Bright. Flickering like fire trapped in ice. And something behind them—a hunger, a voice, something not human—watched me.

Even though he was calming me to get through this part of the mission, my shaking subsided, and I relaxed against his body. “All right,” said the captain. “You’re free to go.” “At long fucking last,” Wulfie grumbled. “Beowulf,” she said. “What?” he spat. “Any further complaints from women that you scammed a bed for a night and failed to deliver the goods, and you’ll be spending the next few months in a cell.” “Hobosexual,” someone else spat. “Did she say hobo?” I asked Beki. My wolf was too frightened to answer.

Franklin’s POV The rival captain was not a small man. He filled the doorway in the practical sense, broad through the shoulders, still in his match kit, and his expression was the particular expression of someone who has seen something they intend to get an explanation for and are not going to be redirected from that intention. Rydan and I both stood. The captain looked between us. Then he said, “Sit down.” It was the kind of voice that expected to be listened to. We sat.

"It really isn't. Like you said yesterday the council is a bunch of old rich men. They keep to themselves. Every three years there is an Alpha summit where all the leaders attend, but other than that it's rare you see an elder. The average wolf will never meet them." They continued walking through the store. David turned the cart into the clothing section and started throwing shirts and pants in the cart. "Those don't look like they'll fit you." Clara looked at the women's t-shirts and sweaters he was picking at random. "And you were being too picky, so I'll buy you everything and then you can pick when we get home." "I have enough clothes." Clara said. "I'm a simple girl." "You took one bag

The captain’s expression barely shifted, but I caught the way his fingers twitched. “Oh, Lord Alistair,” he said finally, his voice laced with forced civility. “Pardon me.” But the way he said it, there was no true apology. One of the guards shifted beside him. Another narrowed his eyes at us. The captain’s gaze flicked to me again, like he was trying to piece together a puzzle that didn’t fit. “And the werewolf?” Alistair exhaled sharply, clearly impatient. “As we said, this is Alpha Ragnor of the Bluefire Pack.”

Silas Marwood, the vile loan shark, was planning something unspeakable. Victor, the captain of the Supreme Vikings Confraternity, stood defiant despite the blood pooling around his fallen men. His red beret, adorned with the gold-plated “Eight Legs of Odin,” tilted slightly as he barked, “I’m the seventh captain of the Supreme Vikings, co-founded by Baron Cassian! Lay a hand on me, and your entire family, your generation, everything you hold dear will be obliterated!” His voice quivered, betraying his fear, though he masked it with indignation. The name Baron Cassian, a titan whose mere mention made men kneel, had always been his shield. It worked every time—until now.