Excerpt From Wolf Stalker Novels & Stories

It was just one Hunter. As I slowly turned around to see glowing red eyes low to the ground. The silhouette of the eyes slowly came out of the bush, revealing a wolf. The grayish wolf gave a slight lunge towards me with a loud snarl. The wolf stalked towards me as I growled once more.

Lucian leaped up on the mattress and pressed his nose on her hand. He shook his head and grinned. "Would you like me to rub your belly as well?" Peter and Silva returned their gaze. A wolf that would bear his belly to another showed great trust in the other, yet Lucian sniffed her crotch. Ravena smiled and pushed his head away. Silva laughed and switched on the television. Peter watched Lucian and Ravena for another minute, then focused on the door as Lucian rested his head on her lap. "I'm Bruin Stillwater," the red pack leader introduced himself to Jake below.

Leah and Lance. The wolves had completely different fighting styles than their human counterparts. They lunged for the Collectors. Leah’s terrifying black wolf went straight for the throat of a particularly large Collector. He was a darker-skinned man with matted brown hair. His eyes were filled with that swirling white vacancy all Collectors possessed. The entire right side of his face had rotted away, revealing damaged teeth and a dingy grey skull. Leah’s wolf clamped its jaws around the large man’s neck. There was an audible pop as his throat shut in on itself. He let out a gurgled cry. The wolf shook its dark muzzle until the head was hanging on by the thinnest layer of skin. Only then d

He knew that one wrong move could shatter their chances of giving the intended surprise attack. As the moon reached its peak, casting a luminous glow upon the clearing, Tyler sensed a shift in the atmosphere. He held up a hand, signaling his companions to halt. The air was charged with tension, anticipation thickening the silence. Suddenly, a figure emerged from the shadows. A magnificent white wolf, larger than any Tyler had ever seen, padded toward them. His eyes were sharp and piercing, reflecting the wisdom and strength that came with age. It was Darius, the Blackstone's alpha.

I focus a bit more and notice that one of the wolves is Sylas; he has to be fighting Laslo. Sylas is a huge gray wolf, bigger than Laslo’s white wolf. Laslo’s wolf is swiping at Sylas, and his claws connect here and there. Sylas twists his body and kicks Laslo’s wolf, sending it flying into a tree. Laslo’s wolf lays at the base of the tree, sprawled out. Sylas marches to the tree base and hovers over Laslo’s wolf, snarling and biting. His jaw reaches over and grabs at the white wolf’s neck.

My wolf heightened my senses, and I listened carefully, picking up the faint sound of voices not far ahead. I followed the sound, my heart pounding, until I saw them. Lily. She was on the ground, her face pale, her eyes wide with fear. Stella stood over her, a knife glinting in her hand. “You should’ve stayed hidden,” Stella hissed, raising the blade. My body moved before I could think. A roar tore from my throat as I lunged forward, grabbing Stella and throwing her to the ground. She screamed, thrashing against me, but I didn’t care. Rage consumed me as I let my wolf take over. My claws extended, and with one swift motion, I ripped her heart from her chest.

The first Void Stalker lunged. A massive brown wolf intercepted it mid-air, snapping its jaws shut around the creature's waist. But there was no crunch of bone. The wolf let out a startled yelp as its teeth passed harmlessly through the shadowy form. The Stalker retaliated, swiping its dark-matter claws across the wolf's flank. The Lycan didn't bleed; instead, the flesh around the wound instantly grayed and necrotized, the life force sucked directly into the void. "Physical attacks are useless!" Marcus shouted, his heart hammering against his ribs. "They aren't flesh!"

he said touching the fading lines on his chest. Exchanging playful banter with Skylar we headed towards the pack-house. Xavier met us halfway when a filthy smell stopped us in our tracks. Turning to the source was a small dirty grey wolf along the tree line of the woods. The wolf was no bigger than average, way smaller than a beta and warrior wolf. Snarling the rabid wolf stepped forward in our direction, Skylar placed a protective stance in front of me as the rogue ran towards us, its paws pounding the dirt forcefully each time they landed.

A wolf with pale eyes and a scarred face and a hunger for revenge. The wolf stepped forward, his voice cold. "You killed our Alpha. You destroyed our pack. Now we're going to return the favor." Lyra raised the dagger. "You're welcome to try." The wolf lunged. --- The battle was chaos. Wolves clashed in the snow, their claws finding flesh, their teeth finding throats. Lyra fought beside Stellan, their bodies moving as one, the bond pulsing between them. She was not afraid. She was not running. She was fighting for everything she had built.

I went to walk away, as rude as it sounds, but she had too little of cloths on for a conversation, other than the direction for the porn video playing in my head. “Little girl you flirt to much, you will get burned. It is Alpha to you.” Growled my wolf, Stasia throat in my hand. I hadn’t even realized we walked up to her. My wolf had control, at least somewhat, more than I would like. Oh, fuck.