Dark Wolves Novels & Stories

As I hop out of my Range Rover, I see that a council elder is standing at the door waiting to greet me. It’s not a very far drive from Slick Paw to the council headquarters. Even though they have a chamber in Black Claw’s palace, their central offices are located about 2 hours away from our pack. It’s located on the edge of 4 pack territories and looks more like a four-story office building than anything else. From the outside and those not a part of the supernatural world, you would never know this is the seat of Wolf Nation, outside of our capital in Black Claw.

To take that first step into an existence different from anything she'd ever known. She was alone for the moment with no one to tell her she was crazy, so she concentrated very hard. Mike? Is that you? Holy god! It was just like the book said. Black and white wolves retained the ability of human thought. Was that what allowed them to communicate telepathically? You heard me? Damn! It really works. What works? That shifters can communicate with humans chosen as their mates. Jamie nearly dropped the bowl. Mates? Did he say mates?

Haldor asks with real interest. “Yes. Why does it matter?” “Where I come from we call that a dragon aura.” “So Bryce is a dragon now?” I ask, finding it impossible to hide the disbelief in my voice. “No. Dragons are myth, you majesty,” Haldor says and gives me a weird look. “But the dragon aura belongs to wolves who are… of unknown origin and usually part of the ancient bloodlines. The first wolves. They are known for their unspeakable evil and cruelty.”

Emily whispered, her heart racing as she watched. On the field, three wolves fought fiercely. Elvie and Amelia were both dark brown wolves, sleek and powerful, while Natalie transformed into a lighter brown wolf. Blood stained the ground, shocking everyone who had gathered to watch. Marriott gasped, her eyes wide. "Why are they in blood? This was supposed to be a friendly match!" "They're fighting over Tom," Emily muttered, her gaze fixed on the scene below. "Natalie told them he's single now. She's trying to eliminate anyone who could be a threat to her."

It scraped across the clearing like claws dragged over stone. The pack tensed as one. Drax’s arm came around my shoulders and pulled me against him. “Here they come.” They burst from the trees. Ten at first. Then twenty. Twisted wolves with red eyes glowing like fresh coals. Black smoke trailed from their fur and left dark, oily streaks on the grass. Their steps jerked unnatural. Their jaws hung too wide. The smoke followed them like living shadows that reached and clawed at the air. “Hold!” Drax called. His voice rang clear across the line. He stayed planted at my side. No orders that pushed ahead. Just that single word.

“Because you’re ours now, little wolf. You asked for both of us, and now you carry both of us.” My breath hitched. The realization hit like a physical weight, settling deep into my bones. My skin pulsed beneath their dual claims, a strange, intoxicating hum echoing through my veins. My wolf—usually cautious, usually quiet—let out a low, needy growl that shocked even me. My eyes shifted to Dante as he leaned around my shoulder, his icy gaze tracking my chest rising and falling.

The extensive tour of the pack grounds proved to be surprisingly informative. Uncle Marco, with his exuberant personality, led the way, while Cree offered quiet, insightful elaborations. The training grounds were particularly impressive, with warriors organized into specialized groups. The "Donated" wolves, those with magical aptitudes, were divided into four subcategories: ignis (fire), glacies (ice), terra (earth), and caeli (air). Those less magically inclined formed the Bellator combat group, leveraging their speed and strength. The presence of hybrid trainers for the magically gifted wolves was a unique and impactful addition.

But alas, Mom needs my help today and I promised I’d pick her up some hot coffee on my way over to help warm her up since we’re in the middle of Autumn and in Denali, it’ll only get colder from here. Luckily, Denali wolves are built for this kind of persistent wintry climate being that we’ve been living on these snowy-capped Mountains for centuries now that we've grown almost resistant to the cold. It also helps that we're especially known for having white, fluffy fur coats in our wolf form that protect us from the worst of the winds, compared to our other shifter neighbors. I follow reluctantly behind Becca as we enter the Beanery, my mood dwindling with each step we get closer to the worst

The Solar Eclipse Pack was a small pack that consisted of about 500 wolves and 100 of them were warriors. they were located in the rural parts of Virginia, more specific closer to Marion, Virginia. They have been fighting other packs around them for months,because they were the smallest pack of the packs around them. Those fight were more for territory over anything else. The strongest of any of the packs around them was the Blood Lust pack. All they cared about was power and territory.

Lola her blood went cold when she thought about helpless babies being burnt alive. Tristan gritted his teeth and spoke to the flames, “Since then we have been entrapped by the Grey Oak clan to follow their ruthless regime. Founded by Noah his grandfather, passed to his father, and 6 years ago to Noah. Poisoning all wolves with cruelty and a hunger for power. But we keep remembering the Fire Wolves because we know this is not the path the moon goddess intended for werewolves. I can feel in my bones that one day they will return. We just have to be worthy of them again.”