Death Wolf Saga Novels & Stories

His muzzle is covered in blood as he howls at the moon, victory over his prey dripping down his neck like a bloody necklace. The other wolves, sensing their certain demise, rush clumsily back across the river, yelping in fear without even a backward glance at their fallen companion. But Sage isn't done yet. Not satisfied with a single kill, he leans into his haunches and launches himself forward, clearing the river in a single bound and falling onto the nearest escaping wolf. The sound of bones crunching fills the night as I lay with my hands over my ears unable to move both due to fear and pain.

I whispered, more so to myself. “What’s a rebel wolf?” Reaper asked. “They are pack wolves who lost respect in the hierarchy. They remain pack wolves but choose to run with domestic wolves. It’s scarce. I’ve only heard of three incidents in wolf history where it has happened. It usually happens when the rebel wolf has been wronged. They seek retribution. It is why they do not disband. They want an apology for the wrong, or they will seek vengeance for a crime.” I looked at Beast. “Have you reached out?”

I didn't want to die so I fought the best I could, and so did Ralph but he had gotten injured and his performance was reducing. "Ralph!!" I screamed as more rogues covered his body, they were going to kill him!! That was until more wolves came out of nowhere, the one that caught my eye was a black wolf with vicious red eyes and a white once with silver eyes and they were killing rogues relentlessly. Especially that black one, it was almost unstable. More wolves came out and I was relieved, it must have been back up.

“How did they get in here?” Sage doesn’t hesitate as he immediately shifts into his wolf. It’s just five rogues; he takes them. He growls and charges forward, hitting the first rogue hard and sending them both tumbling, and his claws tear into its flesh, leaving it dead. The next one is already on him, biting into his side. Sage wolf howls in pain, but he strikes back, biting into his neck and ripping his throat out. “HELP!”

His commands were crisp, his actions swift, and every wolf under his charge fought with the desperation of those who knew that one misstep could shatter their defenses. Within the chaos, Donavon found himself locked in a duel with an enemy alpha—a hulking wolf whose scarred muzzle and steely eyes spoke of countless battles and unyielding ambition. Their clash was intense, a dance of fury and determination as they circled each other amid the swirling dust and rain. Every blow they exchanged was a collision of past sorrows and future hopes. Donavon’s mind flashed with memories of the elders’ betrayals, fueling his rage and his resolve to end this confrontation.

The wolves howled in unison, their voices harmonizing with mine as I shifted into my wolf form. My white fur shimmered beneath the moon, the mark of my Alpha bloodline glowing faintly on my forehead. Without hesitation, I dashed forward, my warriors following in strides. The west woods loomed ahead, dark and ominous. The scent of blood and iron filled my nostrils, guiding us deeper. Soon, the sound of snarls and the clash of claws echoed through the trees. We emerged into a clearing—and there was Jake. He stood in his human form, shirt torn and blood streaking down his arm, but his stance was unyielding. Around him were three rogues, circling like vultures. His eyes locked on mine the moment

Possibly, there could be a way to hunt down this beast, yet how long wouldn't take to study the ethics of its domination and movement? He picked himself up from the ground, laying Ashley on the ground as he walked around, bending downwards, picking up broken tree branches and twigs. Each werewolf pack had its own beliefs and principles. One which remained for the silver moon pack for years was the principles of cremation. They never believed in the burying of their dead, they thought of burning their bodies to avoid the cases of having a rebirth which could cause something drastic in the pack. There might have been someone out there who had thoughts of the phantom being a product of an unhol

They ask if I need back up and I tell them I can handle it, but I’ll need help getting everything cleaned up and someone to cover the rest of my patrol once I take this wolf down. As a werewolf, the spirit of my wolf and I share the same mind space and can communicate with each other in either form. We’re basically 2 peas in a pod, the pod being either my body or his. My wolf, Gage, is jet black and very large so it can be hard to hide during the day sometimes. I think that’s kind of the point. Luckily this area is pretty shaded and there are some large bushes I can hide under while I wait for them to approach. In my human form I’m 6 foot 2 and very muscular since I still have the strength o

She began to fade with the darkness until no trace of her was seen. Lucia jerked away to earth, panting heavily like she had just run a marathon. Strange, she could remember everything she discussed with her mother. In almost all cases, she barely remembered what took place in the dream. That was a sign... The Witch-Wolf is about to be born... "And where are you headed, Jackson?" A voice trailed him as he sauntered through the thick forest after the meeting of his pack in the forest. He felt heavy because like all other times, he had been frustrated, insulted, and used.

The clash of our pack against Draxler's forces echoed through the air, a cacophony that mirrored the inner turmoil of conflicting loyalties and allegiances. Alpha Draxler, undeterred by our resistance, rallied his warriors with a commanding howl. The conflict intensified, each move a strategic play for dominance. In the midst of the chaos, I locked eyes with Jake, our unspoken bond echoing through our synchronized movements. The battlefield became a canvas of fur, fang, and determination. The primal instincts of our wolf forms guided us through the clash, a testament to the years of training and the unyielding spirit of the Black Moon pack. The air vibrated with the energy of the confrontati