Divine Wolves Novels & Stories

So when her brother rejected Helicent, she wasn’t surprised, even when everyone was. No other Alpha has refused a Conor. It was a pack, a blood bond that goes way beyond the old times. When the spirits of the wolves initially merged with men, only a certain bloodline was able to help them return and not lose their humanity– the Conor’s. And as the family grew and branched out, so did their ambition. Who’s head wouldn’t grow if your family not only holds prominent positions in the government but also in the underworld?

The armies kept trying and when they were not able to make a scratch at the two beasts, they decided to retreat, but they could not as Iron was already alive, and he was standing by the road, where stood as the only road they were supposed to pass, he stood and forceful pulled out the last arrow by his chest, and just as said by the priest, the arrow wounded his heart, and that turned around and made him love violent always. He was more than a werewolf his eyes were blazing like fire, the little girl now a dragon, had wing, she must have been a dragon before, and many that went toward the exit were burnt by the fire, the warriors tried all they could, but their strength was not enough, and j

However, my father had held me back, warning me that while the pack was excited for my arrival and my transformation, I was also dangerous to them. He wouldn't tell me more than that and I had no idea what to make of what he said. I was dangerous to them? Why? Our smell, Danika. As an omega, we can emit...certain smells that entice other wolves. What? Why? Why would we want to emit that? It's not something we can control.

He cradled something black and wooly in his arms. At first I thought it was a dog. But I remembered werewolves are not permitted to have them, for fear of what they might do under the full moon. There were no pets at all on the island, unless you counted the huge snarling mastiffs with spiked collars that the Enforcement Officers kept in kennels, for use when the werewolves rampaged during Taleeneff. These were my thoughts as Dane Wiltshire crossed the sand toward me. “Good evening,” he said again.

Dove said, dropping to the lowest level with a thunk. “What’s it look like down there, Dove?” Chief yelled down. No response, Scythe jumped down followed by Chief and saw why Dove couldn’t answer back. “You three are trespassing and are not welcome here. Turn and leave.” A tall wolf the color of night with glowing yellow eyes said to them. Looking around, Chief and Scythe debated between them who should do what. In the very same moment Scythe broke left, Chief broke right, and Dove split down the middle, ducking between the 5 wolves on front of him.

“Your dad really left you in the dark, didn’t he?” I didn’t reply, and that silence was answer enough. Vivian’s voice took on a reverent tone, like she was speaking of ancient myths made real. “Phoenix wolves are among the rarest and most powerful beings in our world. Not just werewolves—they’re something beyond. Something sacred. They don’t just shift; they burn and rise. They carry the fire of rebirth, with powers that rival the moon goddess herself. They’re like divinity walking in flesh.”

To take that first step into an existence different from anything she'd ever known. She was alone for the moment with no one to tell her she was crazy, so she concentrated very hard. Mike? Is that you? Holy god! It was just like the book said. Black and white wolves retained the ability of human thought. Was that what allowed them to communicate telepathically? You heard me? Damn! It really works. What works? That shifters can communicate with humans chosen as their mates. Jamie nearly dropped the bowl. Mates? Did he say mates?

Their leader is a black wolf with blue eyes, and he wants to stand on the high cliff and declare war on his opponent. The Red Wolve did not dare to stop but only dared to lean to the side. Wolves usually have gray and yellow fur, but with wolves having white, black, and red fur is very special. The black wolf that received the order to distract Windy was just a wolf with yellow fur because to distract the opponent, he disguised himself to look like Ezra.

Five days after Damien left, the first wolf fell sick. Young male. Twenty-three. Healthy and strong. He collapsed during patrol. By the time they got him to the clinic, he was burning with fever. "I don't understand," the doctor said, checking vitals. "Everything's shutting down. It's like his body's attacking itself." Two hours later, three more wolves showed the same symptoms. And by nightfall, ten were sick. "It's the Goddess," Helen said, her face grim. She'd examined the sick wolves with magic. "Divine plague. I've read about them. She has done this before to the packs who defied her."

Devon’s possessiveness truly bothered me on a deep level, but I pushed that aside the best that I could in order to focus on the mission. “Have you ever heard of the Khoeli Wolves?” I asked, making the term up. He shook his head. I took another sip of my wine and leaned forward to show my enthusiasm. Hopefully this impromptu bullshit would do the job. “It’s quite fascinating really. It’s a lineage of wolves that are descended from a mated pair of wolves blessed by the Moon Goddess. These wolves have the ability to find their mate regardless of their age, so long as their mate has reached eighteen. They are goddess-gifted wolves. The lineage expanded out from the area that is now known as Zim