Direwolf Novels & Stories

He looked at her face. "You memorized the bloodline hierarchy for tonight," he said. She stopped two feet from him. "How do you know that?" "Because you're not nervous." He held her gaze. "Which means you prepared until the nerves had nowhere to stand." Nora said nothing for a moment, because that was accurate in a way she didn't particularly want to confirm out loud. "The Harlow bloodline," she said instead. "Third rank. They have a treaty dispute with Vael that's been unresolved for sixty years. Do I acknowledge it or not if it comes up?"

"Hey, boy. You should stop this whole thing. They can't be selling humans—for what? It's against the rules." Brax growled, struggling to come out again, but I held him at bay. I only blinked once, then turned my head towards the screen again. "Are you sure her blood is as sweet as you claim?" The voice came from the screen. A man dressed in a dark crimson suit stood at the arch. He was staring lustfully at the lady being auctioned. "I would pay extra just to taste her blood here," he said. At that moment, I knew something would happen. Or maybe it wouldn't. My eyes caught her breathing heavily, like her life depended on it. Rolling down her cheeks were salty tears that threatened to claim my

Araya leans forward and presses her forehead against her mate's, whispering words too quiet for anyone else to hear. Then Ronan's breathing stops entirely, and the ancient Direwolf passes from life to death with surprising quietness for someone whose entire existence was defined by loud violence and overwhelming presence. Araya sits back and releases the hand she's been holding, her expression showing someone who knew this moment was coming but still feels unprepared for its arrival. "He's gone." The words feel inadequate for what just happened, but Lucian can't think of better ones. Ronan is dead. The legendary Direwolf who sur

Marco gave me an apologetic look and stepped out. Silence stretched and ten minutes passed since Marco left me here waiting for him. Then the door opened again but it wasn't Marco. The man from the night before walked in. Same dark shirt. Same controlled presence. I didn't need an introduction. His name was on every floor of the building: Axel Valenti. Founder and CEO of Aurelian Group. He entered calmly and took the seat that had belonged to Marco moments earlier. "Where's Marco?" I asked before I could stop myself.

Kiran said. “Who seconds this presentation?” Richard asked. This was where James would step up but instead, Malachi stood up. “I, Malachi Sinclair, former Alpha of the Southern Alaskan Pack, seconds this presentation,” he said with a smile on his face. “Do you, Levi Montgomery Sinclair, confirm your desire to be ceremoniously inducted and accepted into the Southern Alaskan Wolf Pack?” Richard asked me. “I do.” “Do you, Levi, swear to uphold the wolf laws that have been taught to you?”

He wore a loose long sleeve shirt that didn't hide his muscles and black joggers. His golden eyes locked on to mine as his expression remained stoic. He shut the door behind him and walked to the side of my bed like a predator stalking its prey. I pulled my legs closer as I avoided his eyes. "I am Darius Blackthorn, Alpha of the BloodVeld Pack, and you are my chosen mate.”

my mother says patiently. “Yeah, and I want to see how my little sister holds up against me now that I’m mated to vampire royalty,” Leana says. “I’m more interested in seeing how I hold up against your mate,” I say, looking at Drake who is sitting beside her. Besides the very pale skin, the obvious way to tell that he’s a vampire is that there is no food in front of him. The rest of us look like we have plates big enough for three people each. “He’s not the only royal vampire here, Custos Regni,” a vampire says from across the room.

The world tilted. One heartbeat I was standing in the bustle of the market; the next I was somewhere else entirely. I was in a dimly lit room where a hooded witch was leaning over a table. Gold coins spilled across the wood. She was speaking to someone hidden in the shadows in low tunes. “She’s a Direwolf,” the witch said. “The evidence we've been looking for. They still exist.” “Good. We must find them and eliminate them. Their powers are too strong for this world.” The cloaked figure replied.

Their fur shimmered in the dim light—Valkax, the white Direwolf, with eyes like frost; Gryndor, the grey Direwolf, silent and sleek as smoke; Thalor, the dusky Direwolf, whose presence seemed to absorb the light; and Nyxar, the black fury, whose growls resonated with a deep, primal rage. "Your Majesty," the Direwarder’s voice broke the tension, "here you see Valkax, Gryndor, Thalor, and Nyxar, the Black Fury. Valkax appears to be pregnant, and her ruthlessness is understandable, so..." Before the Direwarder could finish, Nyxar pounced on one of the keepers poking spears at him to keep him out of b

he said as he stare out to the water “I’m not going to ask again, who are you?” I asked fiercely “I’m Darius” he looked at me with a side eye and my mouth dropped in surprise. Darius was a rogue Alpha, whose mate betrayed him like Karl did to her. He rained down hell on different packs who dared to cross him. He spread fear anywhere his name is mentioned. His nickname ‘The black death’ describes how his wolf is, black and deadly. Fear gripped me, I couldn’t fend him off by myself. A lot of people tried and they met a glorious exit.