Chaos Wolf Novels & Stories

We had the same blonde hair, same hazel eyes, and same heart-shaped face. But there was one thing different about us. Chloe had a wolf but I didn’t. That was the reason why I was nervous. I was about to be Luna but I still hadn’t discovered my wolf. As werewolves, on our 21st birthday, we discovered our wolves. But it had been two years since my 21st birthday and I still didn’t have a wolf. The worst part was that my twin sister discovered hers on our 21st birthday. I wondered if something was wrong with me or if I was cursed.

Kael’s POV The Prime Purge Wolf lunged at Lyra. I shifted instantly into my massive black wolf, launching myself between her and the creature in an explosive clash of claws, teeth, and stone. The collision was louder than the collapse of the previous chamber. The Prime Purge Wolf was far stronger than the prototypes or the Royal Purge Alpha, and I felt its reinforced skeleton through the impact. I was thrown backward but twisted mid-air to land upright, planting myself firmly between Lyra and the beast. The masked officer watched with satisfaction, revealing that this creature was never intended for Crown control.

“Corrupted souls, powered by chaos, dogs of a very ancient evil that threatens the multiverse as we know it.” “They were all corrupted by shards?” “No, a certain one corrupts beings, the shard of Chaos. It’s the source of the harbinger’s powers, but that’s different from the one you use. That is the shard of Ente, the protector. Each universe has one, to repel the chaotic energy that the harbingers carry. Naturally, the shards of chaos are generally weaker than the shards of Ente, mostly because they aren’t real shards, just mimics, fakes, created by the same evil I told you about, Zoi. However, the shards of Ente are formed from the being of Lord Ente. You have one of those shards in you no

She asked him. Lydia folded her arms across her chest as she waited for him to give her a tangible explanation to his words. "I am Alpha Tristan, the Alpha of the shadow moon pack and the most feared Alpha. When the moon goddess placed a curse on my father and I, not only were we cursed but she blessed us with strength too. If I howl in my wolf form, I can bet you that they will come into formation," Tristan said.

You might as well change your name and move to Neverland. "Neverland isn't a real place, and no, we are not going to run. We will fight it like men," I snarled at my wolf. How did I get stuck with the most irritating wolf? I looked at the things the creature was capable of doing besides poisoning and drinking blood. Chaos, destruction, and evil. Those were the three words that were used to describe it. Well, that's just great. I grabbed the book and ran upstairs so I could tell Theo what I found.

It had been almost two months since Nicole discovered her abilities as a she wolf a moment that had entirely changed her life, she had experienced three major events in just a space of one year. Each every was just a means to set up the next big event in her life all building a stronger woman. It all stated with the tragic accident, then she found true love in Henry and became a mythical being.

And more beautiful. I draw air into my lungs and let out an imitation of a wolf's howl. My voice breaks out and echoes through it. And then - the voices of the pack. With a wolf howl, they respond from different directions. No more than a minute passes, and werewolves come out of the forest towards me. The first is a huge light wolf. No one dares to step ahead of him. The confident gait of the alpha, the ears are straight, directed forward. Nearby, everyone else is trying to lean a little to the ground, their tails are lowered and their ears are tucked in. My Hachiko.

"They're upon us—attack!" Chaos exploded like a dam bursting. The pack surged into motion, claws extending with sharp snaps, fur rippling over skin as partial shifts took hold. Howls rose in a cacophony, mingling with snarls and the clash of bodies. Rogues poured from the forest—mangy, feral wolves with scarred pelts and wild eyes, their numbers swelling like a dark tide. They leaped over the underbrush, fangs bared, aiming for the heart of the gathering.

Neoma warned with a stern gaze. The red wolf immediately recalled the horrendous thrashing she received and fell silent with her ears pressed flat against her head and tail between her legs. Neoma saw the sorry sight and softened her approach. "As long as you don't go overboard, I will not either." The red wolf sneaked a peek at Neoma's face then humphed while looking away. "I'm Neoma, what's your name?" The red suddenly jumped up in excitement and looked proud. "I've ditched my given name. Just call me Red Chaos! No one can control me!"

Every wolf, rogue and ally, stops fighting to stare. Through our bond, I feel his emotions—awe, pride, and terror. The prophecy. Always the damn prophecy. "Celestial Wolf," someone whispers. And then: chaos.