Chaos Wolf Novels & Stories

However, Chaos shows little interest, not even able to open his eyes due to his apparent boredom. I can’t tell whether a human is beautiful or not, he replies with a grunt. I only know my mate is the most beautiful. I nearly roll my eyes. You’ve never even met her, I tell him with a scoff. Yes, Chaos growls back. But I am a wolf. My sense of smell is never wrong.

“Xander, who were the wolves yesterday? They looked... um... crazed, like they wanted to kill us.” "Rogues are werewolves expelled from their pack or who have chosen to leave. Their disheveled fur and foul scent, reminiscent of rotten eggs, signal their feral nature, marked by red eyes. They often behave more like animals than humans, driven by primal instincts, and typically do not work well together. Rogues can be good or evil; some kill out of revenge, while others act on wild urges. Good rogues seek independence and do not wish to harm others, mainly known as lone wolves. They do not want trouble with anyone."

Because they were the pack and they didn't know the expense you had to pay when you were inside Khaos itself. A total of four packs excluding Apex were loyal to the Silent Howl Clan. The Thunder wolf pack, Desert howl pack, Shadow pack and Moon whisper pack. Anna knew them, cause she had an extensive research on the Silent Howl Clan. She took a deep breath, turning backwards to leave but her legs halted, her hands wrapping the rails for support. Her hair blew in the wind as she stared in shock at Xandros. He scoffed lightly. "You don't know the meaning of boundaries?" He asked.

My little baby looked different, but different is beautiful and unique. "This is a white wolf. Don't you know the prophecy?" The warden obstructed my view of my daughter, bending over me. "A born white wolf is a creature that will bring chaos. These babies aren't werewolves; they're weresins!" She cupped my face in her hand, digging her nails into my skin as she muttered.

Then his expression hardened. “So be it.” He raised one hand. The Phantom Wolves shifted in perfect unison. The battle began with a roar. Rogues met them at the gates with steel and fangs. Arrows rained from the towers. Howls and screams tore through the air. Ryder shifted beside me in one fluid motion, massive black wolf with burning red eyes, Chaos incarnate. He threw his head back and howled a challenge that shook the stones beneath my feet. I didn’t shift yet. Ryder had told me to hold human form as long as possible.

How can one wolf cause so much devastation? Khaos had been here less than a day, and already he had caused more drama than any wolf I had come across – it was almost as if he enjoyed it. As if he knew that drama would follow wherever he was, and he fully embraced this. As soon as we had heard that he was smashing up the packhouse, we had thrown our clothes back on and raced down the stairs.

Which made it confusing how she had done so much damage to the rogues. One of the rogues had claimed that the she-wolf had half shifted and held that half shift while fighting them. Half shift is a learned skill that few master. For an underage she-wolf to do that and inflict damage on rogues, it was impressive. I smiled. Maybe the she-wolf would be worth the trouble of an unauthorized visit to her pack.

When they weren't breaking any rules by being on no man's land, they were also extremely hostile. I had tried countless times to just speak to them, to get answers. It wasn't normal for so many rogues to be in one area, and their numbers were growing by the day. Rogues usually had a wild and territorial side that didn't like other wolves, even other rogues near them. Once a wolf went fully rogue, whether by choice or from banishment, its animal would start to take over. Even if they chose to live among humans in unclaimed territory, the lack of a pack would weaken them until either their wolf died or their wolf overpowered their human counterpart.

He paused, his eyes scanning my face for any sign of understanding. “I couldn't help but laugh, I guess either I'm hearing things or I'm not the only crazy one in the room.” Zayn stepped closer, his movements deliberate and careful, as if I might bolt at any moment. “You’re a wolf,” he said, his voice steady. “You always have been. You just didn’t know it yet.” I burst out in laughter once again, sharp and bitter, verging on hysteria. “You’re insane. This is insane.”

They would be nothing but rags once the fight was over. When the fast transformation was over, two wolves stood in the ring. Chloe was a sleek, sandy-brown wolf with long, thin legs and a narrow snout while Darren was a massive, dark grey wolf with a thick neck, broad chest, and heavy paws that dug deep into the dirt.