Death Wolf Saga Novels & Stories

His Wolves were strong and so they would fight against anything they thought might harm him, alcohol included ' You should just accept it ' Rage said. Asher had named him that because he was the fiercest of all three Wolves that lived rent-free inside his head. Rage was the Wolf Form he usually took whenever fighting against enemies. The Wolf was strong, with dark brown fur and piercing red eyes, he was known as ' Death ' by his enemies because he didn't leave any survivors whenever he went on a Rampage. It took Asher years to be able to control Rage properly, even then he still lost control sometimes. ' She is going to be ours either way. You can save your Sister's love from getting his thr

"I am going to change everything and it's because of you, that I'm so certain. I haven't told anyone this because it was a time that I found doubt in myself–as a shifter and an alpha. A horrible accident nearly killed me when I was in Genoa and it effected my healing, strength, speed; everything," He put his head on her shoulder with a sigh, "I was afraid to lose who I was and in a desperate attempt to heal faster I found... unconventional advice. There is no exact scientifical explanation for rogue wolves because they are like an illness, but what if we introduced that into our normal DNA?" A series of sounds appeared at max volume in her mind, from screams to running steps–the swish of gra

“I might not know the full story but all I’m saying is having them as my mates would be like conquering the world. Imagine seeing Sage protect me or Killian or Silva? They kill all the time when there’s war, they don’t even protect their betas because they know their betas know how to fight but now picture them protecting their Luna or their little pups” What? “Who is Sage, Killian and Silva?” I ask, all eyes are on me. Ria is at the verge of killing me now. “You don’t know their wolves? Like seriously, River what really are you doing in the Moon shadow pack?” “Sage is Shane’s wolf and the most temperamental, Killian is Connor’s wolf and the one that takes out the most prey in a blood war an

Having gathered her thoughts, Anika decided that it was time to take action and interrogate him to find out what was happening. - So, now tell me, what or who are you? - the girl demanded, holding the mop at the ready like a spear. - Why did you become attached to me? And why the hell do you become a human in my house, but a dog outside the door? The guy glanced sideways at her, chewing and swallowing his food. Anika, feeling his gaze on her, clutched the mop tighter. “Well, first of all, I’m not a dog, but a wolf,” the guy beamed with a smile, “if you’re so bad at understanding.”

A rogue wolf, infected with the dark magic of the Order, had been spotted near their territory. Lysander and Jasper joined Athena, forming a plan to hunt down the rogue and neutralize the threat. Their strategy was swift and decisive, honed from years of battling the Order's minions. As they ventured into the forest, Athena's senses were on high alert. The rogue's presence tainted the air, its dark energy palpable. Every tree, every rock, seemed to vibrate with an eerie tension. Suddenly, a snarl echoed through the trees. The rogue wolf emerged, its eyes glowing with an otherworldly light. Athena's instincts flared, her heart racing with anticipation.

ALPHA DOMINIC’S POV The whole pack was in chaos. The killing of those men by the White Wolf really stirred everyone up including me. The White Wolf was taking this too far. Those men didn't deserve to die brutally the way they did. I watched their mates and their pups cry as they were being buried. I could only watch them helplessly. I also felt the people's anger towards the White Wolf and to an extent, towards me. They felt I was allowing the White Wolf to do whatever she wanted. I was angered too, she had gone too far by killing those men but I also understand it was born out of the thirst for vengeance. I saw it in her eyes the day she killed Isla, I knew she wasn't going to stop there.

“While they see disaster, I see potential. I am Alpha Xareth Morryn. Alpha of Crimson Dusk.” Crimson Dusk. Rhydan had spoken of them once, a twilight-born pack, bound by blood magic and dark legacies. “Come with me,” he offered, extending his hand. “Let me take everything from those who cast you aside.” I don’t know why my hand rose to meet his, why my fingers curled into his palm. But they did, and in that moment, I felt my wolf stirring. For the first time, she awakened but she didn’t emerge. Something held her back.

Not this time. The rogue laughed softly, a sound that chilled my spine. “You’ve grown stronger,” she said, voice dripping with venom. “But strength alone will not save you. You think your pack, your bond… can protect you? Watch as it all falls apart.” I lunged forward instinctively, wolf surging, claws flashing. The battle erupted instantly, chaos consuming the forest edge. Every strike, every dodge, every bite was a deadly dance. My wolf and Dresden moved as one, synchronized, unstoppable. But the rogue had anticipated our bond, her attacks precise, strategic, designed to test and exploit every weakness.