Do Wolves Seek Revenge Novels & Stories

says one of the wolves growling showing that he hates me. “I need to see her; I need to confirm that everything is fine with her.” I say and get up to try to get back in. “And the repentant dog returns to do the same stupid thing that has not served him to achieve what you want.” says one of the wolves. “I'll keep doing this until they let me in. “So, you're going to die today.” one of the wolves says and I nod. “To be honest, that's something I deserve. All the damage I've done to my children and my wife, they make me deserve to die, but, by themselves I can't do it.

The Trista wolf killed them before getting to my parent. From that night forth, my loathing for Trista wolves doubled. After my parents’ death, I was crowned Alpha, and the first thing I did was search the entire clan for the Trista-marked wolf. Anywhere I found one, even outside the walls of the Shadow Pack, I end their lives brutally on the spot. To the current day, I still hadn’t found my parents’ killer. With the memory still clinging to my mind, I went for the lamp next and smashed it on the floor. Those cursed Trista demons do not deserve to live. Until I wipe all of them from the face of the earth, my revenge will be incomplete.

Their parents and mates had been slaughtered, dismembered bodies lay scattered across the ground, and even pups too young to shift had been shown no mercy. Though these survivors had escaped death themselves, the hatred burning inside them could never be extinguished. Now, their wolf instincts had long since consumed their reason. Revenge against Velda had become the sole purpose left in their lives. At this moment, at the border between the two villages, those survivors had already gathered along the roadside. Bone-deep hatred blazed in their eyes. Their fury had consumed the whites of their eyes, leaving behind only cold, blood-red vertical pupils. The air itself was saturated with the suf

All I could think was revenge. I am not the most revengeful person, but in a matter of a night, I have come to the point where I am ready to destroy the world to find out the killers of not just my family, but my Pack. The wolf had already taken charge. Everything I was against, I was now going to do deliberately. How time changes with a snap of a finger…

A few council members shifted awkwardly. Kael didn’t deny it. “We’re discussing the future of the pack.” “And I’m part of that future,” she replied. Her gaze swept across the room. “You’re afraid I want revenge.” Silence confirmed it. Aria continued calmly. “If revenge was my goal, half of you would not still be breathing.” That blunt honesty startled several wolves. “But revenge builds nothing,” she added. One of the older warriors leaned forward. “Then why return at all?” Her answer came without hesitation.

“I'm just listening, Luna. Taking it all in.” Her lips curved. “Listening is good. But you know, silence can hide secrets. Don’t you think so?” She knows. Or she suspects. Beads of sweat gathered on my forehead. But I kept my face bright. “Loyalty is everything, Luna. I’d never hide anything.” “Good,” then she turned to Marcelin. “How do we solve the problem of banished wolves from your pack coming to ours as rogues?” Marcelin nodded. “We are trying to banish less. And explore other forms of punishment. We are using patrols to hunt down the existing rogues.”

At what point did everything go completely crazy? Still the wolf began to speak. -Once upon a time there were three puppies. Two males and one female. She was older than the two of them but they were always close. They were good times. They cared for and loved each other. The three of them were happy and vowed to be together for a lifetime. But the older of the two males had always concealed that he loved the female. But he promised himself that the day they were older he would declare. I imagine you can already imagine what happened. My brother was faster and when the big day arrived it was announced that they would become partners. The older male felt betrayed. The younger male knew that h

He reasoned, feeling oddly detached. Lance wanted to argue, but it was a solid point. Why hadn’t they just killed a sheep- or a chicken, for that matter? Or one of the barn animals? Why leave this here for them to find in the first place? It wasn’t a usual Wolf move, none of this was. Wolves didn’t waste time messing around with things like warnings and revenge. When they waged war, they waged it like animals, the way they hunted. Something didn’t add up. . TBC

"And I have something he does not." "What?" "A reason to survive beyond revenge." I touched his face. "That makes all the difference." We stood together in the corridor as night deepened outside, two wolves preparing for a battle that would determine whether peace was possible or if the cycle of violence would continue forever. Tomorrow, I would face Rowan. Tomorrow, I would help my brother fix his final mistake. Tomorrow, we would all discover if redemption was possible for wolves who had done terrible things trying to protect the people they loved.

He loved coming to the casino, not to gamble, the supply of liquor, always managed to put a smile on his face. Wolves who had an issue with shifting or who haven’t found their mate, tended to drink. Sex wasn’t good enough for them because the only women they could fuck were humans, and their holes were too small to accommodate our fat cocks. Frustrated to the point of madness was not an understatement. No, we needed mates. For some reason their holes were bigger and could satisfy us completely. Yet, Winter never had this issue. In some ways he was the perfect one out of us three.