Cool Alpha Wolf Novels & Stories

The Alpha was getting angry which meant that he could grab anyone of the normal wolves and then make sure that he used them as the punching bags. He did not make any sound as he went out of the room and asked the beta to go in. Mark went inside and saw that Master was looking at the newly turned wolf. “If you need then I can put her down, Alpha,” said the beta and the Alpha shook his head saying,” There is no point in that because we need to know how is a newly turned wolf immune to both silver and wolfsbane when none of the wolves can even go near the stuff. We are the strongest and the oldest Alpha and still we have problem. It burns us completely where it touches however it looked like sh

A flash of silver out of the corner of his eye drew his eyes up to see a slight shimmer in the air before they all disappeared into it, a sword sticking out of his Luna after she jumped in front of an advancing warrior from the crowd. The wolf that impaled the Luna looked just like him! What wolf possesses that skill? The ability to glamor takes a very rare wolf with a specific set of skills. I know only one wolf that has resources like those, Jo, Sir Alpha of the Rogues. That's strike 1... Rex’s uman was frozen in terror, but his wolf acted instinctively, phasing and lunging himself at the upper tier, a black aura radiating from him. "Alpha, stop!" Makai warned. He followed his Alpha's lead

But if you look closely, you will see the difference between the two. "I'm going to distract the gray wolf." The Wolf with red fur commands the black Wolf next to him. The Black Wolf received the order and left in Windy's direction. The Red Wolf is alert when sensitively detecting someone approaching. When it turned around, it saw a Wolf with black fur and sharp eyes. The Red Wolf was no longer conservative but somewhat reverent towards the Black Wolf. I thought the Red Wolf was the leader of the assassin group, but it wasn't. Their leader is a black wolf with blue eyes, and he wants to stand on the high cliff and declare war on his opponent.

And perhaps more anger. "You understand him too well for someone who hasn't seen him in nearly twenty years," I questioned. - Doubt? - Reed turned to me and folded his arms on his chest - I saw him quite recently and it was not difficult for me to understand that nothing had changed. And, - he spread his hands, supposedly introducing himself, - I am an alpha. - So what? I snorted. - Dont know? Alphas see through the insides of another wolf. We see his weaknesses and strengths, we see what to press to bend him. Or make it your beta.

Alpha Carlos says coldly. “And what about the girl and the wolf?” The wolf asks. “Leave them be, I can not afford a war with the king from America, the other Alphas would join.” Alpha Carlos says. “Yes, Alpha.” The wolf says sounding disappointed. “And let other idiots know that if they begin to search for them, they will be punished,” Alpha Carlos says. “Yes, Alpha.” “And do not call me again because of someone’s stupidity.” Alpha Carlos sneers and they go silent.

I shout, screaming the last word into his face. Cole growls, his eyes flashing blue and vivid, and a streak of fear rushes through me as I see his canine teeth extend into fangs. Something in me registers, suddenly, that it is not a good idea to piss off an Alpha wolf. They are apex predators, after all. Even if they are assholes. Every single one.

It rolls through the hall like thunder, cold and commanding. “Is he here yet?” Garrick demands. “Soon, Alpha,” a beta replies. “Scouts say Kael’s party crossed the river at dawn.” Kael. The name sends a ripple of unease through the room. Even the other omegas still for a heartbeat. I’ve only ever heard rumors of the Ironhide Pack’s Alpha—a ruthless warlord known for crushing rival packs beneath his heel. They say he’s as merciless as he is powerful. That he leaves no survivors. That his wolf is black as midnight, his temper worse.

Men screamed as their heated suits broke down and their lungs filled with frost. The drones above started falling like shooting stars. The Shadow Wolf swiped a paw of oily smoke through the air, and the electronic signals instantly disappeared. Volkov's fancy science was being taken apart by a nightmare that shouldn't exist. Kael, in his huge gray-and-black wolf form, patrolled the courtyard's edge. He was the cleaner. Any mercenary who somehow got past the Tulpa found themselves face-to-face with an Alpha who had five years of bottled-up anger to unleash. He was a blur of teeth and silver-scarred power, moving with a deadly grace that ignored the chaotic magic above.

The bond snapped tight between them, undeniable and raw. No. This isn’t right. His wolf, Rand, howled in warning. It’s her. “She’s wolfless,” Raymond thought, jaw tightening. She is our mate, Rand insisted, don’t you feel it? He did feel it and that terrified him. Wolfless meant weak. It means useless . It meant a mate who couldn’t run with him, couldn’t fight with him, couldn’t lead beside him. An Alpha with a wolfless mate would be questioned, mocked, challenged.