Divine Wolves Novels & Stories

I picked it up to see that all of them had risen by a level. Among them were fifteen warriors who were the most powerful. I could also see that out of the fifteen, eleven warriors had already become Mighty Wolves. While the other four had improved to Devine Wolves. The Divine Wolves were the stronger ones while the Mighty Wolves followed. I saw this as another great improvement since we began to train and another step closer to our win against Andrew and his vampires.

At the same time, the other Wind Spirit Wolves fell to the ground, their eyes wide with fear. Like the wolf leader, the other wolves assumed that the person in front of them only knew basic animal communication. They had no idea he was the Dragon Lord of the Divine Dragon Clan. The Wind Spirit Wolves might be united and powerful, famous among the enchanted beasts, but they would be slaughtered when confronted by godly beasts.

Each wolf, with its sleek In the heart of the sanctuary, where the winds whispered secrets and the trees whispered tales, a formidable force emerged. Led by none other than the legendary alpha wolf, Arvandus, the wolf military stood tall and proud, their presence an indomitable shield against any threat that dared to encroach upon their sacred land. Arvandus, with his piercing amber eyes that held the wisdom of countless moons, commanded his loyal pack with an unwavering authority.

Drake looked at everyone and nodded, and the sound of bones cracking and rearranging sounded in the night, and all the wolves howled at the moon. The vast majority of wolves were gray or brown, or a mix of brown and gray, with the characteristic yellow eyes of their species. Yes, the wolf's eyes usually wore yellow. The only one with red eyes, the eyes of a true Alpha, was Fury, and that had always provoked reverence from everyone present. Hell was also admired, with his beautiful green eyes, which stood out from the black and glossy fur. Even Delilah's wolf, despite being almost entirely brown, had magnificent light brown eyes, almost hazel, and her mate, despite having a very small wolf, h

she roared. "You all would be punished," She announced the punishment. "Mercy Goddess. Mercy. We can't go against Alpha Raven. Please spare us, Goddess. Mercy Queen Mercy for the sake of Divinity". All become scared at her roar. "The divines never interfere into the werewolf pack matters but it has demolished the peace of a pack. You all forget the divine powers and their honors in the lust of taking revenge and crashing each other. By showing power on each other. If Alpha died, your pack will slave of other power packs. No one protects your pack from the enemies. Red Moon Night is near. You all will be burned in the greed of power and roughness. You all will be punished for agreeing on viol

I muttered under my breath. That family was really something else. I couldn’t even stay mad at Halle anymore. But still, I couldn’t ignore the fact that the rest of the pack members would go crazy if they discovered that Halle didn’t have a wolf. She was technically their Luna. And they wouldn’t want someone without a wolf to lead them. They just didn’t have to find out about it. “What are you going to do with me?” Halle’s voice trembled, her eyes filled with a mixture of guilt and remorse.

"And then the debt collectors will come for both of us and seize pack lands, and every wolf in Crescent Moon Pack will lose their homes because you were too selfish to accept your fate. Can you live with that?" The trap closes around me so perfectly I almost admire the cruelty. He knows I cannot let the pack suffer for his mistakes, recognizes I have spent three years protecting these wolves from his incompetence, and admits I will choose their safety over my freedom. "You are a monster," I say. "I'm a realist." He responds by straightening his jacket like we just finished a pleasant conversation. "You were never going to give me an heir anyway, too defective for that. At least this way you

He'd stood up again, that same lecturing tone he'd used earlier creeping back into his voice. "The white wolf represents the divine made manifest. Our connection to the spiritual realm, our—" "I don't give a damn about your spiritual realm," I snapped. "I asked my daughter a question." "And she'll answer it. But first, I think it's important you understand the historical context." Alexander smiled that patronizing smile again. "You see, white wolves have always been mated to the Alpha of the Northern Pack. It's tradition. Sacred law. The union ensures strong offspring, maintains the bloodline—"

Mary knew as she got closer to that damn state her wolf would become even more restless, it was home and her old family pack would be close. Bill had offered to come along but Mary knew this was dangerous even more so now that Tiffany had let her wolf free. Artemis had not fully made her way out when Mary had paid a witch to bind her daughter’s wolf and keep her hidden, hidden even from the child that shared the body and mind with. And the people that had killed her pack would know she was there as well and would be looking for her.

Iris flinched in protest, but I sent her a gentling look before turning back to him. “Folk tales? The Goddess is the source of all wolves’ strength, the power that binds a Pack together, the source of strength that guides us on the hunt. She defends our identity and guides us to our best future. To attack me is to attack the Goddess, and to attack the Goddess is to attack the very heart and soul of all wolves.” “Like most bullshit, you use very pretty words, but it’s still bullshit,” he said. I looked at him, seeing him through the Goddess’s eyes.