Demon Wolves Novels & Stories

"You really have no idea who Damon is, do you?" "I don’t care who he is," I snapped, my voice rising. "The police can deal with him." Her smile faded as she shook her head. "The police are afraid of him. Damon isn’t just powerful—he’s untouchable. Some even say he’s a Demon Wolf." My eyes widened, the term unfamiliar yet chilling. "A Demon Wolf? Like… an actual monster?" "Rumors," she said quickly, though there was a flicker of unease in her eyes. "But that’s not the point. The point is, Damon is dangerous, and there are other ways to win a battle without fighting head-on."

What is her gift? - We, by virtue of nature, cannot freely communicate with animals, they are afraid of us, - she began to explain, - and werewolves with such a gift not only approach any animals calmly, but also feel their life streams. For example, you can say that your head hurts, show where it hurts, and werewolves with such a gift feel it. They are excellent veterinarians and are highly valued at our fur farms. In our flock, sable, arctic fox, marten, ermine are bred. A very profitable business. I still don't get what's wrong? A wonderful gift, - but I thought to myself that I don’t have a gift at all.

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

The night fell silent, swallowed by an eerie stillness. Zara's gaze shifted toward the source of the howl, her eyes widening in terror. Emerging from the shadows was a creature, unlike anything they had ever encountered. Its form was a twisted amalgamation of wolf and demon, its eyes glowing with a malevolent light. It stood tall, exuding power that surpassed anything they had witnessed before. "What… what is that?" Zara stammered, her voice barely a whisper. Alpha Marcus, his breathing heavy, cast a glance at the menacing entity. "A demon wolf," he gasped, his voice filled with urgency. "We're outmatched. We must retreat!"

and that's when her face turned flushed white. H-How, how does he know? Play it cool Tabitha, he could be joking. I could read her mind as she panicked. Demons blend in well with wolves since the discovery of wolfless humans, well you can't blame them since Alpha Peralez invaded their home, lucky for everyone only low ranking demons associate with werewolves, it's pathetic watching them pretend to be something they're not, besides, Alpha Peralez is aware of this but chooses to keep a blind eye.

I held him in my arms warmly and placed another kiss on his temple. It turned out to me that Xavier was a hybrid of a werewolf and a demon in his previous life. Compared to low-level monsters like vampires, demons are more powerful. They are also advanced species and are extremely rare in number. Each one of them is very powerful and they do not die easily.

Then a loud voice shouted; "The demon wolves!! The demon wolves!! They are the ones. They are here to kill everyone of us! Run!" The demon wolf? That's bullshit! I've heard so many stories about them when I was a cub, of how powerful they are, and of how they could spit out fireballs from their mouth. But what I heard was that all the stories were very untrue. It was supposed to be a myth, so what's this person shouting about one demonic creature? I tried to use my super-sensitive olfactory receptors. Then I could smell it. The scent was very different from a wolf's scent. But it wasn't human and wasn't alien.

Her voice was quiet, but heavy. “The wolves of the Eclipse.” Luka frowned. “What about them?” She lifted her gaze, and for the first time since waking, she looked truly, deeply unnerved. “According to this,” she murmured, “they weren’t just wolves.” She slowly turned the book around, revealing an aged illustration. Two wolves stood beneath an eclipsed moon—one black, one white. Tangled together. Bound. She took a slow breath. “They were more than mates.” Theoden’s jaw clenched.

“The witch is coming our way. She is coming in hot and anger. Braces yourselves for her. If you have any trump cards I suggest you pull them all out now because you will need everything you got to survive.” They chorused ‘yes’, rushing tents to get through weapons. I took her chance to get to high ground. I looked towards Zulu’s group with the telescope. I flinched immediately something can to my view. It wasn’t like any wolf I was used to seeing. The marks on this beast told me that it was a demon wolf. I grinned. That boy has one hell of a Trump card. I watched as he handled the witch’s men well enough to get the wounded Zulu away. That rest of his men following.

The more raw and unrestrained part of him. He was larger than all the wolves I have met. I think he is even triple my size. He could rival an average dragon or a dire wolf in largeness. He was adorning pitch black fur, almost as dark as the night sky that he could blend in the shadows, perfect for him as a predator. His wolf screams dominance and intimidation especially with those glowing red orbs. Now I understand that his moniker of being a demon wolf is not just because of his violent tendencies— looking at him like this, he does resemble a demon. Sinister and formidable to his enemies.