Direwolf Novels & Stories

Dolion's eyes gleamed with a newfound determination. He had decided that he wouldn't use force to claim Ava. Not that he'd allow her to reject him, but he couldn't bring himself to hurt her anymore. His reputation was built on brutality, but there was one line he never crossed: harming women. If a she-wolf committed an unforgivable offense, he'd let the council handle her punishment. But if a he-wolf dared to cross him, Dolion would mete out his own brand of justice.

Alek remained towering over the man with an inscrutable expression. "I still have to bestow you my vengeance" He scooched down, wearing a sinister glimmer in his eyes. "Look at my face and remember my name. It's Alek Vasili Wright, the Wolf of the Underworld. Ruler of the Petrov Mafia. You could have done your assignment of whose territory you're messing with" he smirked while watching the gaping eyes of the man. "You messed up big time, man. If the emperor cannot clean your nation with traitors like you, I will. I will hunt every remaining kind of you" Alek sneered while playing with a knife.

Now think, is it worth it to go anywhere from here? "Won't they find me here?" Something I very much doubt that for such it will be a problem. And in general, explain who "they" are? “They” are mercenaries. Three werewolves and they don't care about you, me, or anyone. They have an order and they fulfill it. - Who is the customer? - Alpha Onyx, - I nodded, although I did not understand anything and there was a mess in my head from the information received. - Why do they need this artifact, if you say that it is tied to the blood of the Ambers?

It was a pathetic and undeniable craven existence but it was how they were winning the war. Dave let out a sigh. "No. He used a HG blade." I nodded. A brilliant man named Henry Gomez spent his life developing a UV spiked, but essentially silver based liquid that could be applied to any metallic object, leaving a coat of active poison that would kill both shade and host upon entering the their shared body. Something in perfectly balanced formula temporarily imprisoned the shade and as long as the wounds you inflicted on the human were mortal, the shade shared the same fate. The HG liquid had become as precious to us as light bulbs. It was hard to come by at the best of times, especially out h

White wolves were supreme to other supernatural beings, but that was until a dark sorcerer, DrakoenDrakoen, made a move for their incredible power. Drakoen is a formidable being consumed by all evil. He is the embodiment of all that is evil. He wants to be more powerful than anything living. He wanted the collective power of the White Wolves, which would make him untouchable and the ruler of the world. The white wolves could not let such power fall into corrupted hands. They made a sacrifice to kill themselves to die along with their power. They could not take the risk of fighting with him and losing to him because he had an army of creatures who pledged their allegiance to him.

Leon POV The anger I felt reading that letter, was nothing compared to the pain I felt watching Juvia read it. I couldn't get a read on her. Her face was void of emotion as she read and reread the letter. This letter was signed by Alpha Hunter Jacobs. He wasn't just any rogue Alpha, he was known as the rogue alpha king, the strongest of all the rogue Alphas. Its been said he could match one of the Noble Alphas in strength. What on earth could he know about Juvia?

a werewolf announced. Zane Drocco is a handsome lad carrying the title of being the oldest among them despite the clear skin and youthful appearance. He's had visions of the past, present, and future. He's also laid out several prophecies that turned out to be quite true, and everything he envisioned had come to reality. Apart from that, he is also the strongest warrior who led battles to victory in centuries. A literal knight in shining armour.

ALEXANDER My father and sister were both pretty fucked-up, but, damn, Blake was sick. Because we had to make do with what was available in the casino, which wasn’t much, Blake had a bunch of his warriors holding the members of the Bois Sombre Pack down while he tortured them. They were both fully naked after being forced into their human forms. Chef’s knives were brought in from the kitchen, and Blake tested each one of them out on the men’s torsos until he figured out which one was the sharpest, their ensuing screams widening his smile, his eyes gleaming.

"What is it?" "It's the Darkforce. The alternate version of the Speedrealm. It has to be," Carol added, her face caught in a mysterious sense of trying to figure out what exactly was going on. "So, these speedsters seem to have attracted this new player who is hunting them down. Hunting you down!" "These speedsters. How many more did you find?" Carter waved at the screen and two familiar images suddenly popped up. Carol's face turned grim the moment she saw the images. The masked faces. Male and female in red and purple, respectively.

"No. You are my wife. And she will use you if she can." Vespera did not respond. She did not need to. They both knew what Virelle was capable of. The delegation emerged from the trees on the opposite side of the clearing. Twelve warriors, armed and watchful. And at their center, two figures who drew the eye like moths to flame. Darian Blackwood was massive, broad-shouldered and scarred, his face a mask of cold calculation. He was rumored to have killed his own father to take the Crimsonfang throne. Vespera believed it. There was something in his eyes that spoke of violence barely contained.