Chaos Wolf Novels & Stories

alpha Rowan says, he looked ruffed up, he had a big bite over his neck, and my eyes kept going back to that point on his neck. The two alphas sat next to each other on one side and I sat on the opposite one, I kept avoiding their eyes, worried that I won't be in trouble now. "Have you ever heard about white wolves?" alpha Aiden asks me and I shake my head no. "Verbal answers please," alpha Rowan order me. "Okay, haven't heard," I say in a mumbling voice. "White wolves are the rarest wolves out there, some people don't believe they exist, do you know how many there are out in the world?" alpha Aiden asks me and I shake my head no.

It was chaos incarnate. I dove forward, fangs flashing, claws extended, slashing through a swarm of shadow wolves he had conjured. They were illusions, but they struck with reality—pain, weight, and bite. I snapped through them, energy crackling as my wolf fully embraced the fight, unbound, untamed. Dresden was beside me, teeth snapping, energy blasting from his form, his wolf roaring with every strike. Together, we were chaos against chaos, fury against fury. And then, the unthinkable happened.

"A white wolf who can resist the powers of other white wolves. What kind of power is that? She's just a normal wolf, then." "Assuming she's earned her name, I believe the semantics of her abilities comes in second place." Isaiah countered, making Tori's grimace deepen. "Besides, that's not the most interesting part. When Sabine said that chaos will follow, she meant: Chaos. As in, a person. The Assassin, the Hound, and Chaos. They're who he sends when he needs someone halfway across the world dead."

KAIDA I stood momentarily stunned as the ethereally snow-white wolf vanished from sight, its head turning towards me at the precise moment I whispered Malachi's name – a coincidence, or something more? The image of an obsidian-black wolf, eerie yet majestic, had been my mental picture of his true form, its midnight coat a fitting backdrop for his piercing green eyes. This pearly white creature was a stark contrast, one that left me questioning my assumptions.

After a lot of internal deliberation, Logan decided to wait for the person to come back, then capture the person and demand information. He pointed the flashlight back up and continued looking at the rest of the inscriptions and drawings. The rest of the writings looked ancient and foreign, like Sanskrit, Logan thought. On the other hand, the rest of the drawings were very easy to decipher. They depicted several battles between the rogue wolf pack and other packs, usually ending in the pack's surrender. However, some drawings depicted a strange wolf. This wolf stood out from the others because it was drawn with white paint. The first few drawings of the white wolf showed it walking with two

The second man spoke. "What are you gonna do? No matter what you do, you won't be able to break my spirit, I'll always fight back." I challenged them. "The one thing that makes werewolves a worthy opponent is the fact that they're so confident in their wolf spirits. Your wolf basically gives you your power and without it, you would be nothing. That's exactly why we'll enjoy taking away your wolf." The cloaked man finally spoke again. The words dropped on my ears like bombshells. I was left dumbstruck for a few minutes but I quickly recovered and scowled at them. They had to be joking, they're just trying to scare me.

"I am going to change everything and it's because of you, that I'm so certain. I haven't told anyone this because it was a time that I found doubt in myself–as a shifter and an alpha. A horrible accident nearly killed me when I was in Genoa and it effected my healing, strength, speed; everything," He put his head on her shoulder with a sigh, "I was afraid to lose who I was and in a desperate attempt to heal faster I found... unconventional advice. There is no exact scientifical explanation for rogue wolves because they are like an illness, but what if we introduced that into our normal DNA?" A series of sounds appeared at max volume in her mind, from screams to running steps–the swish of gra

It held their essence, their identity, and it guarded the leaders. With Heartstones, balance returned. Chaos faded. Duels for dominance still happened, but wars became rare. That is, until now. Until Xareth began stealing them. I clenched my jaw. The full moon was just three days away. If I survived until then, maybe my wolf would rise, maybe I’d have a chance to survive. They returned me to the cell hours later, tossing me inside like discarded prey. My limbs screamed with pain. My mouth tasted of blood. I barely noticed Kavira until she scooted closer, her face pale with worry, she asked how I was doing before speaking again.

The wolf goes from attack to submissive more than once which showed us that he doesn’t want to fight but Yanik is making him do it. The wolf turns and looks at me and it’s left eye is tar black while the other is brown, this guy has been cursed ( Kavi, charge him and hold him around his neck so he’d submit I need to get his eye ) < his eye? What on earth for? > ( his left eye has a curse which is probably why he’s the way he is, just make him submit but don’t kill him )

No Species had asked to be genetically altered with animal DNA, it hadn’t been a choice they were given, and their only so-called crime had been to survive year after year of abuse at the hands of scientists, doctors, and researchers who used their bodies to create drugs to help humans. Not that they got much appreciation for any medical advancements their suffering had provided. The door opened and Tiger popped his head in cautiously. “I could hear you snarling from next door.” He edged inside and closed the door. “Are you all right?” “It’s just a bad day.” “That’s not uncommon. Has something happened that is unusually bad?” “We just have a new group of people to contend with.” “We always d