Dark Wolves Novels & Stories

There was a tale passed through generations, reaching the 21st Century, about a group of werewolves’ special mutation that brings out dormant abilities from a family’s genetic line. They were said to be marked and blessed by the moon goddess for they were the first of her followers. They were given the title of Legacy Wolves, keeping up their tradition and passing on their special traits through their children.

The muzzle of the wolf, grinning and splashing with saliva, clicked in the face of the man, while Ar chuckled contentedly, throwing off his turn. - Well, shall we dance? - mocking, repeated the words of Mark. “Let’s dance,” Mark repeated, stretching his lips into a bloody smile. Arnar sensed the approaching danger from behind and heard Vitali's cry: - Behind! — Violating the order to stay in the territory, he rushed to the rescue. The werewolf flew off, slamming like a stone wall into the body of the High Vampire that appeared out of nowhere. A sweetish aroma enveloped Arnar and forced him to exhale convulsively from the pain spreading in his back.

Each wolf, with its sleek In the heart of the sanctuary, where the winds whispered secrets and the trees whispered tales, a formidable force emerged. Led by none other than the legendary alpha wolf, Arvandus, the wolf military stood tall and proud, their presence an indomitable shield against any threat that dared to encroach upon their sacred land. Arvandus, with his piercing amber eyes that held the wisdom of countless moons, commanded his loyal pack with an unwavering authority.

As the first rays of dawn painted the sky in hues of orange and pink, the werewolf pack gathered in the heart of Luka's territory, their eyes ablaze with determination. Ardolf, a towering figure with a mane of jet-black fur, exchanged a knowing glance with Brian, his trusted lieutenant. Athena, with her sleek silver coat and piercing amber eyes, stood by their side, ready for the impending battle. Behind them, the rest of their pack, a formidable force of loyal warriors, awaited the signal.

Drake looked at everyone and nodded, and the sound of bones cracking and rearranging sounded in the night, and all the wolves howled at the moon. The vast majority of wolves were gray or brown, or a mix of brown and gray, with the characteristic yellow eyes of their species. Yes, the wolf's eyes usually wore yellow. The only one with red eyes, the eyes of a true Alpha, was Fury, and that had always provoked reverence from everyone present. Hell was also admired, with his beautiful green eyes, which stood out from the black and glossy fur. Even Delilah's wolf, despite being almost entirely brown, had magnificent light brown eyes, almost hazel, and her mate, despite having a very small wolf, h

Blood stained the clearing, a crimson proof of the fight for survival. Draven, a whirlwind of silver fur and sharp teeth, moved like a predator, each strike a testament to his honed skills, each growl a chilling reminder of his might. He cut through the enemy ranks, a beacon of hope for the Howling Wind pack, a storm of fury against the darkness. Asher, a loyal wolf, moved with the grace of a panther, his eyes never leaving his target. He fought with the precision of an expert, his claws a blur of deadly accuracy.

Hannah whispered to him, giving him a small smile. “What do you want?” Asher yelled, turning to look at Knox. “Bad guy..what do bad guys want…money, power, control. Same deal. I want Red Woods…I want to destroy Cross River.” Knox said grinning. The hall door busted open, wood shattering out into the room. A large dark gray wolf came bursting through, flanking his sides were several other wolves, all eyes glowing white except the one glowing ice blue. The back door to the hall busted open, another swarm of wolves came rushing in. The deep chocolate wolf leading the way, eyes glowing ice blue, looked fierce. Her eyes locked with the dark gray wolf as a silent order was given to surround the ro

“Direwolves?” He nodded slowly. “They’re not a pack. Not in the way you understand it. They’re a hidden tribe. Outcasts. They are not werewolves anymore. They are wolves with elemental blood. The tribe born of magic. Fire. Wind. Earth. Water. There is much we don't know about them, because no one has ever lived to tell the tales. You must be careful.” I blinked, my pulse rising. “Are they dangerous?” “Extremely. But they’re also... powerful. Ancient. If you have fire in you, they’ll sense it. They may even take you in. Only if you survive the trials.”

There were wolves let loose on the inside of the dungeon. Guards fell. Blood sprayed everywhere. Madness. This world had fallen into utter fucking madness.

“Let’s see if we can spot the wolves while we wait.” It wasn’t their wolven cousins that Estrid was referring to, or others like them who were blessed with two forms. Only a few could see these wolves naturally and even fewer could communicate with them. They were as dark as night and yet moved like smoke or water in a stream. They could disappear into nothing at the slightest hint of light and yet grow and multiply at times like this when the sunlight waned and twilight crept in. For Estrid, the wolves in the shadows were family. They protected her people and asked for so little in return except to be loved. They were vicious against enemies, the shapeless assassins and spies that could pen