Chained Wolf Novels & Stories

The wolf was chained, bound in shadow, its massive form hunched low, and yet there was a deep, mournful sadness in its gaze. The wolf’s voice rumbled through her mind, low and ancient, carrying the weight of millennia. “I am the First. The one they sealed beneath truth. You carry my blood.” Caitlyn staggered back, her breath catching in her throat. Her knees buckled beneath her, and she nearly collapsed to the ground. She had always been told that the Moonborn were born of moonlight alone, forged by the gods, an unbroken line of power. But this—this creature, this First Wolf—claimed they were born from him. And she... she was the bridge. The chosen one.

Not when I had to fight these fucking wolves that seemed to spring up in every corner of my damn house! Fucking spawn of the devil. I lunged at the first wolf again. He twisted as I went for his throat and managed to get his teeth into my side. I roared in pain as he shook his head. I clawed his muzzle. He let me go and I throat-punched him. He crumbled, choking on blood and pain. Another wolf chomped down on my arm. I snarled and shoved my claws into his eye sockets. The wolf yelped and stumbled a few feet back, cowering.

I follow the sound around the side of the house, past the trees, until I reach the outskirts of the pack… and then I freeze. Jake's wolf. He’s massive, all muscle and wild fury, snarling and thrashing like a storm no one can contain. His fur bristles with rage, and his eyes... they’re completely taken over by something feral. And what the hell... chains? Actual metal chains are wrapped around him, digging into his fur as a bunch of people try to hold him down. They’re failing miserably. He yanks and shakes, sending two guys flying like rag dolls. He’s wild. Uncontrolled.

They had answered the call. The leader of the eastern packs was a massive wolf named Alpha Thorne. He was tall and broad-shouldered, with silver-streaked hair and eyes the color of steel. He dismounted and walked toward Elara, his boots crunching on the frozen ground. "Queen Elara," he said. "I am Alpha Thorne of the Eastern Reaches. I have brought three hundred wolves to join your cause." Elara inclined her head. "Welcome, Alpha Thorne. Your aid is most welcome."

The lead wolf pulled a chain from his waist, a lecherous grin spreading across his face. "This chain's been cursed by a witch and is specially designed to deal with unruly she-wolves like you. Once it's on, even a noble Luna has to behave." Despair and terror washed over me. I closed my eyes. Was this to be my end? Sold off like livestock, dying in some dark corner somewhere? "Stop right there!" Just as the chain was about to touch my neck, a silver streak flashed by.

i woke up in dark room, my arms chained to the wall behind me, i try to struggle but the instant i do my skin burns, letting me know that the chains are silver, one of the most deadly things to our kind. it makes us weak and disconects us from our wolf. panic seeps through me, i dont know what to do, or how to escape, i have always been a weak wolf, mother tried to toughen me up, but i was always so scared.

I spoke with a flat tone and watched the colour drain from his face and fear take over. “Kill him.” He shouted as he shifted into a muddy coloured brown wolf. One that was no match for my own. I ran straight for him, shifting mid air into Khaos' huge black wolf. One of the other wolves came at me from the side as Jack went in for my throat. Both were nothing, as I kicked my back legs out at the unknown rogue and heard the snapping of bones as I shattered his jaw. Followed by his yelp of pain. Jack, seeing that he wasn't going to get my throat veered left and jumped onto my back, sinking his teeth into my shoulder.

dad says from his side, white wolves are rare, she's one of the rarest wolves out there, being a mixed species, one who could fully shift to both sides. The white wolf shook her whole body, trying to move back and forth, getting used to her new body, trying to take control over her wolf side. After a couple minutes she gained her control and started to play, she's just like Rory, she wants to play and mess around with me, and I'm here to keep her company.

With a unified howl that reverberated through the wilderness, they surged forward, their wolf forms a blur of strength and agility, driven by a shared mission to unravel the Nightshade Pack’s enigmatic silence. Alpha Mikhail Silverclaw led the charge, his golden amber coat gleaming like a torch in the moonlight. His massive wolf, a towering symbol of authority, moved with the confidence of countless missions, his amber eyes scanning the darkness for threats. Behind him, the seven operatives followed in tight formation: Beta Elena Moonshadow, her silver and moonlight-yellow fur shimmering with elegance; Gamma Marcus, his midnight blue coat blending into the shadows; Lucas Stonefur, chestnut b

A strangled noise of pain and irritation left my throat as I turned my head to see the blood dripping down the wolf's face from where my nails had sliced him open. His jaw was clenched, holding me firmly in his muzzle. I snapped at him, making him jump to the side. His hold twisted, sending searing pain up my leg, but I went for him again, getting a hold of his ear and ripping. The rogue released me as he cried out in pain, and I made quick work of shaking off the other wolf and tearing this one's throat out, ending his life.