Do Wolves Seek Revenge Novels & Stories

“He made me suffer. Made me feel his hate through the bond.” “So you want to return the favour?” “Yes.” She’s perhaps the single most bloodthirsty spirit wolf on the planet. Most don’t feel the need for revenge. Especially not after they've found their rightful home. “Right,” I say and straighten, sliding my back up the rough bark of the tree. “And you think that will make you feel better?” “I don’t really know,” she admits, “but he deserves a taste of his own medicine.”

His wolf was howling with rage, howling for revenge, howling that he needed to tear apart the pack responsible for murdering his beloved mate. It felt like a dream, his brain was telling him that Ertha is alive somewhere, maybe she was just on the human world. And even if he was wrong and she truly is dead, he couldn't let it go. It still hurting him so bad. And since then he felt empty; he had no strength to even care truly about anyone and everything anymore. And as he was thinking that way, he couldn't stop himself from planning what his revenge should be on that rogue.

Lucas tried to explain to Chad. "What happens when you snap? Do you recognize what's going on between your Wolf and human?" Chad asked, suddenly curious. "My human gets angry at what it wants to, which works up my Wolf. After that my Wolf gets stronger the more my human gets angry. If I get too angry, my Wolf craves blood, flesh, death. My human tries to reason with my Wolf. Usually it does the trick, but there are times, like last night, that my Blood Wolf comes out. If that happens, it's all over for those who provoke me. There are rare times my human prevails, but at great cost to my human." Lucas looked down, ashamed.

He vowed to return to the pack one day, to reclaim his rightful place as Alpha and to punish his uncle for everything he had done. The past years had been a harsh journey of survival and self-discovery. Romeo had traveled through uncharted territories, faced numerous dangers, and met countless wolves, some friendly and others hostile. His journey had molded him into a formidable leader, a far cry from the carefree young wolf he once was. The pain of his past had become a source of strength and determination, driving him forward even when the odds seemed insurmountable.

London's husky voice came. Wait, London's voice? He was awake. A part of me was overcome with joy, but it didn't last because another part of me seethed with anger because I wanted to be there when he woke up, which was strange. Also, I had hoped to be able to say something to him, but I guessed it would have to wait until another day. "Wolf hunters invaded the North and have been responsible for murdering wolves, and recently other bodies have been appearing in more brutal ways than recorded before. They believe the wolf hunters have upped their game and want revenge for the fallen ones." She managed to say it in between breathy moans.

stated Watkins, Vice Chief of Defence. “They don’t need weapons and they would win without them unless you have an abundance of wolfsbane around the place of course.” snapped Pete sarcastically. Sarah frowned at her boss, what the hell had got into him and how did he know so much about these wolves? “We have wolfsbane bullets.” Grenville snapped back. “And wolfsbane gas grenades, we’ve been prepared for years you know. Anyway,” he paused to regain his composure, I don’t think they want a war, my theory for the massacre is revenge.” stated Grenville calmly. “I can tell you from my research on this species that they are incredibly vengeful if someone crosses them, just look at the clan wars as

**Winter's POV** I stormed out of the Elders' Hall, my heart a thunderous drumming within my chest, beating against my ribcage with a fury that echoed through my very bones. The gruesome sight I had just witnessed burned into my mind, filling every thought with flames of anger and pain. I sensed my wolf beneath the surface, its feral rage simmering, begging to be released, to unleash carnage on those responsible. But I knew all too well the danger of letting go in such a state. It would be chaos and destruction—no calculated justice or order, just raw violence and uncontrollable devastation. I'd let my wolf free in rage once before, and the memory of the aftermath haunted me.

Oliver and eight other fighters surrounded me, sending the bears to the front line using their brute strength and savage skills to rip through the invaders. My wolf craved to spill more blood with each throat we rip out, yearning for the taste of that metallic liquid to fill his jaws with each bite and slash of our claws, preening at his crude hunger for death and destruction. The thought of having as many young girls as we want once we kill Alexander and take our place as the King of wolves, drives him forward with his thirst to kill. Then, I see him, and my wolf howls. He can’t be contained now, he will have his revenge. He will have his day. He will have his blood.

he snarled. "Oh look, somebody's brain suddenly started to work again," I smirked. "Why are you here?" he asked. "For revenge, of course. Do you really think you could come and destroy our properties, hurt our wolves and expect us not to get revenge?" I snarled. "Then where are the rest of you? Why didn't they follow you here?" the other wolf raged. "We already backed out of the fight and left you after admitting defeat, so what more do you want?"

You’re just slow. Zeus immediately bolted forward again, catching the scent of another rabbit nearby. This time, he dove through the tall grass, snapping his jaws around the small animal before it could escape. Celeste circled him approvingly. For a while, they ran like that, chasing and hunting, while crashing through brush and streams. The world became simple—just instincts, wind, and the thrill of the run. Eventually, both wolves slowed, their energy finally spent.