Death Wolf Saga Novels & Stories

Moon closed his eyes to block the tears in his eyes from falling. "Kurgi and I were hunted for a couple hundred years before meeting up with Anatashi and her pack. She invited us in with arms wide open. We stayed and life settled down for us. Not too long after, at least for us, maybe a couple centuries later, we started hearing rumors of another wolf foolishly challenging Nature. The Dark Alpha of Sakura," he looked Rex dead in the eyes, not allowing him to look away, he continued speaking,

Two Traga wolves were on him and I sought to kill off the other Azraels. After much blood and bone crashing the scales were in our favour and we outnumbered them. I could only spot five Azraels still standing and Intiyago was overwhelmed by two Traga, basically on his belly. Let him go! I commanded the wolves on him. Intiyago was whimpering on the ground as he bled out. The two wolves bowed as they parted from him and ran off into the battlefield. He looked so… pathetic. Was this truly who haunted my dreams? Was this the same wolf who killed my family? Was this the same wolf who killed my mate?

I couldn’t move or even process a thought because the wolf that was standing right in front of me was unlike anything I had ever seen before. It was massive, elegant, and extremely beautiful. Its fur was silver, and it glowed under the sunlight like freshly fallen snow. Golden markings glowed across its enormous body, while ancient symbols flickered beneath the fur. And its eyes, those eyes looked otherworldly. I knew who this wolf was. It was the white sage wolf. The ancient, powerful wolf was only talked about in stories. It was a sacred wolf that only appeared once every thousand years during times of war and bloodshed.

Slipping through the darkness, she found her way to the stairs leading out of the dungeons and climbed. When Isabella emerged into the night, the fresh scent of the surrounding pine forest filled her nose. She hadn’t realized how dank the dungeons had been until she was here now, in the fresh mountain air. She scanned her surroundings. To the left, the open pastures and ranchland of the Missoula subpack. To the right, lit by firelight, was an army encampment temporarily housing the Grey Wolf soldiers. With the start of the war only weeks earlier, the Grey Wolf soldiers from Wolf Pack Run, the main ranch and compound, were here in Missoula to train the cowboys of the Missoula Grey Wolf subpac

The scent of rogues hit me, foul and intrusive, as I raced toward my home. The clearing came into view, chaos erupting. Rogues and pack wolves clashed violently, the stench of death and rotting flesh thick in the air. My eyes locked on a large brown wolf. My claws extended instinctively, and I lunged, tearing through its throat. Blood spattered across my fur, but I didn’t pause. Another wolf jumped at me, trying to pin me down, but I rolled, forcing him beneath me, snapping his neck with calculated precision. Around me, Torey and Prince shifted, tearing into rogues with brutal efficiency. But I ignored them, focusing on the scent I had been chasing all this time.

Someone as gruff as Bestial trying to seduce her into sharing sex would be outright funny. He just hoped the poor thing didn’t quit her new job out of fear, not realizing she was in no danger. The human was easy to spot with her shorter, smaller body and shock tore through him when he realized the source of Bestial’s erection. Her black dress only enhanced the 175 Laurann Dohner brightness of her hair that fell to her ass. Her pale skin nearly glowed in comparison to the tanned Species next to her. Jessie was out there and it was her sweet ass Bestial was fantasizing about. Rage tore through him instantly and he couldn’t breathe.

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.

Didn't he realize he couldn't compete with a gray alpha pack leader? While Peter and the remaining red circled each other, they halted to observe a struggle between a leader and a subchief. Silva returned with the bandage, which she and Ravena used to bandage Carol's wound. Lucian pounced for Crassus, but the wolf twisted so hard to avoid Lucian's snapping fangs that he landed on his buttocks, then withdrew hastily. "Hell, there's more of them!" said someone downstairs. Ravena shifted her gaze away from Lucian and Crassus and toward Silva. She appeared to be as concerned as Ravena was.

“Stay close to me. When the time comes, I will need you to keep me human. Keep me from losing myself to what I have to do.” He held me tight. “I will never let you go. Never let you become the monster alone.” We gathered at the edge of Steele territory. Forty-two wolves. Armed with silver and determination and hope that was more desperation than confidence. And in the distance, the sun began its descent toward the horizon. Three hours until sunset. Three hours until my father rose from the dead. Three hours until everything changed forever. “Move out,” I commanded. We ran toward Blackwood territory. Toward the Council’s compound. Toward a battle we probably could not win.

’ Daya shouts through the mindlink. ‘Welcome to Running River, Daya! Now help us tear this group of shitheads apart.’ Tobias calls out to her in the link. His large, golden wolf is fighting two rogues and handling them easily. He is next to a smaller brown wolf. ‘That’s Sage, next to Tobias.’ Daya’s wolf nods her head in their direction. Sage’s wolf is fighting against a grey rogue with matted fur. She’s ruthless. ‘Darius! To your left!’ Daya yells to me. I duck down to the ground and a large brown and white wolf flies over me, his jaw was open, teeth ready to bite into my neck. Daya’s wolf jumps into the air, colliding with him. Her claws out and slashing into his ribs and shoulder. The rog