Dark Wolves Novels & Stories

He said, "I thought you were on her side all this while. But please, you are not doing us any kindness here. Do you think you are doing the right thing? I can tell you are doing the wrong thing. Let's beg her and see what she does." "Beg my ass" he scoffed out a mirthless chuckle and pointed the gun towards Andre "You will not tell me what to do with her. Do you understand me!" Andre said, "Calm down. That will do, Norris. There is no need for that." My lips trembled at the drama. They wouldn't dare to fight me or my wolf, because we both were just deadly. I could single-handedly take on a whole Pack and beat them to a pulp.

One of the vampires shrieked, and Black ran towards them with angry eyes and slashed at him, wanting to separate his head from his body if it wasn't for his treachery from behind. Aaron turned with him to support him, as the Alpha could not fight them alone. That is impossible! Zayn backed away and howled so loudly that the vampire retreated backwards with great fear. This howling is a call to the rest of his flock!!! One of them turned with wide eyes when he saw a large horde of wolves running in the distance headed by his Jack betta wolf and his father Stephen Black immediately transformed and wore what one of his wolves threw his teeth at him carelessly and hurriedly while his wolves foug

As I got closer to the territory line, my wolf began crying, trying to fight against the separation I was trying to put between us and our mate. I refused to turn back. How could my mate be Bryan Daniels? I've heard the stories. They say he's a malicious monster with no heart. Too evil for a mate. He takes pleasure in torturing and taking lives, especially after his father took his mother's and emotionally his. At the age of fifteen, he trained his pack to be tough, to be the best. The Dark Apollo is a powerful pack and was built to be ruthless and cruel. I could just see the boundary line when I was tackled to the ground with a loud thump. But the person shifted me so that they would take t

I ran. --- The wolves stood at the tree line. Hundreds of them. Not attacking—waiting. At their head, a massive wolf with fur the color of ash and eyes like molten metal. "That's not any pack I know," Dax said. "It's not any pack," Morwen whispered. She had joined us on the wall, her face pale. "Those are the Ancients." "The what?" "The first wolves. The ones who served Sol, not Luna. The ones who have been sleeping for centuries."

Werewolves adjusted around it without a sound, lanes closing, exits thinning. Jake whispered, “Hold your positions.” No one answered. They didn’t need to. The Direwolf came forward, “Humans, you are in my domain now.” Scott whispered, “Well fuck me, a talking dog.” The direwolf replied, “I can hear your whispers smiter.” “You know me?” Gabe and everyone looked at Scott. “Smiter?” “Yes, I have heard stories,” said the Direwolf as it paced and readied itself to launch at the unwilling.

She had no idea that he had been recruiting dark wolves. After the war, some packs were destroyed or scattered, which resulted in the development of several groups of renegade wolves who did not obey the council or any other order that was given to them. Whenever rogues were found, the packs would eliminate them and flush them out of the area. Dark wolves were a very powerful group of rogues, they were like a pack, but they didn’t follow the council. Chris had exposed his entire pack to danger when he began recruiting them. The council was not going to let this go without a fight, and he was going to have to face their anger. Sh

~. .~ Paws Creek was a lively hub of activity, and the visiting she-wolves from various packs stood out with their distinct colors. Each pack had its unique attire, making it easy to distinguish them. The she-wolves wearing pristine white garments were clearly from the Glacier Pack, their attire reflecting the icy lands they hailed from. Their presence exuded an air of cold elegance. On the other hand, the she-wolves donned in vibrant yellow attire hailed from the Sun Pack. Their outfits radiated warmth and vitality, mirroring the sunny region they represented.

Sensing Drake's unwavering resolve, he took him under his wing, recognizing the potential for a loyal and deadly ally. Drake's disdain for the wolves manifested in every calculated move and every whispered word of betrayal. To him, the wolves were not just adversaries on the battlefield; they were the architects of his personal tragedy. The echoes of his family's cries lingered in his mind, a haunting symphony that played with every beat of his undead heart.

Her companions, graceful and solemn, nodded in agreement, their faces alight with a serene happiness. A werewolf, Dylan large and imposing with fur matted with the grime of combat, threw back his head and howled. It was a sound of victory, of liberation, that resonated deeply in the hearts of all present. His pack joined in, their voices harmonizing in a primal anthem that spoke of endurance and triumph.

His eyes met mine one last time before he took a deep breath and shifted. His bones cracked and within seconds, his wolf form stood in front of me. It was sleek, dark gray, and looked strong but it was smaller than Kaden’s massive brown wolf. Kaden’s wolf let out a deep growl, showing his sharp teeth before lunging again. Kellan’s wolf tried to dodge, but Kaden tackled him hard to the ground. They rolled over each other, teeth snapping, claws ripping into flesh. Kellan’s wolf managed to bite down on Kaden’s shoulder, but Kaden shook him off like he weighed nothing.