Direwolf Novels & Stories

He muttered as they got into the elevator. Deivl is a high-ranking Rogue PackLand mostly known for its vicious tactics and lack of mercy. Its leader was a slimy snake of a man simply known as Dare. He was very old, at a hundred and fifty-three, yet didn't look a day over forty, and extremely wealthy. His private mansion was situated somewhere in the hills, far from civilization, surrounded by thick forest, and hidden behind many security measures. The only access to it was through a secret route, he built himself along a few trusted Rogues and the day he ran from the Alpha of Alphas Betas, this was where he arrived and hid himself till the situation died down. And just like the Tiger Clan, h

"Don't come anywhere close to me" Ava took a step backward sobbing, she thought he was going to turn his back and leave, but her hope shattered when he took another step towards her. Ava had seen his profile and she had decided not to have anything to do with him. Don Drexel Mason popularly known as the snitch killer or the grim reaper, is the most dreaded Mafia Assassin in the underworld, not just in that country he was known all over the underworld in the whole continents.

"It's the grimoire of my people." He narrowed his ice-blue eyes. "so, you're an Arctic Wolf." It was more of a statement than a question. "Yes," I replied, folding my arms across my chest. "Who are you?" "I'm Rolf, Alpha of The Winterborn Pack." His lips curled into a smile as he liftedhis eyebrows. "May I come in?" "Yes, of course." But I didn't budge from behind the counter. "Do Elias and Xander know you're here?"

The rest of the dinner was the usual with the whole family being merry. Serena lay in bed as she thought how her brother is soon going to be passed on the duty of the beta. Damon is 22 and the gamma’s son is 23 but both of them have had to wait till her brother’s best friend, the alpha’s son Vante is 22, his birthday is in a month. They waited because in our pack the ceremony is held only after all three of them, three of them referring to the people taking the position of Alpha, Beta and Gamma are of age that is 22. And soon she was drifting off to dreamland.

He noticed it and said, “Grey of Dark Knight, 18. A black belter and master of martial arts. In charge of training new agents and expert in face to face fights. Aikon Advincula outside but just call me Aikon. I’m Stargazer’s bar tender and Polaris’s barista. Hope we can be friends.” “Ai.” JD-hyung muttered as he nodded and shook his hand. Then finally, he turned to Sean-hyung with a smile I can’t explain. Sean-hyung spoke. “Mist of Dark Knight, 18. Number one in handling arnis, chako and sword. The intelligence officer who has contacts anywhere you go. Sean Madrigal but call me Sean. Stargazer and Polaris’s cook.” He stopped and smiled. But instead of shaking his hand, JD-hyung pulled Sean-h

"I'm the dark lord," Vador replied with a sly smile and this is Aleister," he said pointing to Alei. "The dark lord," Ava laughed which only irritated the lord. "Be quiet," he ordered in disgust "You think I'm a joke?"He asked removing his mask from his face. "You think I'm one too? For all I know you're just the guy dressed in a dark hoodie pretending to be badass. You just turned my brother's body into ashes, you rotten bastard.

On his shoulder blades, the dark veins weren’t faint traces anymore. They were thick, corded lines of obsidian bruises, writhing like a nest of vipers trapped between the bones. Every few seconds, an unnatural violet pulse would run through his flesh, illuminating the ancestral mark at the base of his neck, the royal wolf of the North, warped by five hundred years of Elyra’s cold vengeance. "Draven," I whispered, crossing the threshold. His head raised slowly. The man who could silence fifty thousand warriors with a gesture looked at me, and my breath caught in my throat.

"'Before the ceiling of the world was sealed, the surface was ruled by two apex predators: Lord Valerius Vance, the First Void-King of the Surface, and Lord Sovereign Kaelen... the Blood Dragon of the Celestial Realm.'" Dominic’s shadow aura flared violently, black plasma dripping from his broad shoulders onto the stone floor, sizzling as it met the ancient air. His massive, calloused hand slammed onto the edge of the stone table. "Kaelen," Dominic purred low, his gravelly voice dropping into a dangerous, feral growl. "The founder of the Eastern Dragon-Wolf Dynasty." "He is not just their founder, Dominic," Evelyn revealed, looking directly into his molten eyes. "He is still alive."

It felt like heaven after the hell I’d just been through. Suddenly, the bathroom door swung open, and a man stepped out. I froze. He was stunningly handsome, but that wasn't what stopped my heart. He was tying a towel low around his waist, and beads of water were still clinging to his broad, tanned chest. His arms were strong and corded with veins, and his abs were so visibly outlined they looked like they’d been carved out of stone. When I looked up to see his face, my breath hitched. Standing in front of me was Darius Stormfang. President of the Supreme Werewolf Council. Rider’s uncle. The most feared and respected man in our world.

He didn't need one. I knew who he was before he spoke. You don't survive on the run for as long as I have without learning the names of the things hunting you. Kael Dravon. Alpha of the Ironmoor Pack. The man who'd consolidated three territories in two years through a combination of strategy and sheer brutality, depending on who you asked. His enemies called him the Iron Jaw. His pack called him something else — something in the old tongue that I'd only seen written, never heard spoken aloud. It translated, roughly, to: the one the moon made wrong.