Excerpt From Wolf Stalker Novels & Stories

“It’s so ridiculous, I don’t know what to say. Why are you looking for the two-legged wolf anyway?” Truthfully, after tracking and killing the wolf wearing sheepskin, the main quest prompted them to kill the werewolf boss monster of this stage. The other members who sped through this stage already knew its location. However, Zen could not pass up on a new recipe to learn. “All the better to ensure no other casualty will occur to the villagers and residents near it,” Zen smiled, quoting a famous line from the children’s folk tale Red Hood was inspired by. Cringing at the horrible catchphrase, Han’s expression darkened. Reminded of the horrible stalker, the protective uncle slammed the table w

Malik turned back to Santos, ready to finish what he started, but all that remained where the wolf used to lay was a black piece of paper. Phasing back to his human skin, Shadow picked it up, reading it with a sense of dread, there were only a few words, but they were enough. This land belongs to me, and I intend to take back what's mine, consider this notice Alpha Stalker, the war between Vampyres and wolves is upon you... Authors note: This concludes 'Shadow Stalker'book one of The Fated series, I hope you'll join me in 'Tri-mates curse' the second book in the Fated series.

To which the wolf growled and hooted. - I don't understand you, let's be careful. We have to get home. Not knowing from which side to approach him and how to help, she ran from one side, then from the other, with the words: “Come on, come on. Well, a little more." And already next to the porch ordered: - Spread, - the wolf growled, shaking his head. - Alex! I said - move on! Fast! Thank the creator, he did not growl. A moment ... and in front of me is a naked man. He covered himself with his good arm.

Tyler's Pov The intense terror hanging in the air so much delighted my Wolf as I faced the outlanders that attempted to invade our camp. The outlanders are rouge wolves from another wolf pack. Of recent, they have been invading our pack and have failed continuously in taking control. As I approached the fight scene, I pounced on the first outlander I spotted and the ground welcomed his body. The crimson blood dripping from my claws surely sent the message to the surviving duo that I am not to reckon with.

She spoke as she got out of her car, now really looking at me as she tried to make sense of what she saw. double fuck! I blinked a couple of times as I looked away from her, trying to mask my movements by shutting the door of her car. Hoping that she didn’t just see my wolf peeking through my own fucking eyes. “Huh.” I just stated, not trying to get any deeper into it. Tell her! My wolf had barked at me like a love-sick puppy. But that was the craziest idea I had ever heard. I had promised Jake to keep our secret, and our family along with it, a secret.

[Apple] My attackers quiver, their legs shaking as their eyes widen. One pisses himself as the wolf takes a step forward. Neither of them moves, frozen in place, unable to react beyond unintelligible whimpers. Snapping forward the wolf's maw opens wide, his teeth dripping with saliva. He can't mean to kill them? Can he? What if someone found out? I take a step forward. The wolf's head swivels, and his eyes, black from pupil to sclera, turn enough for me to see that the wolf has taken over completely.

she said softly. Their conversation was interrupted by a series of distant, measured footsteps approaching the safe house’s entrance. Both leaders turned toward the sound, eyes narrowing in instinctive alertness. A tall, lean wolf emerged from the mists—a solitary figure whose presence was strikingly out of place in the familiar territory of the pack. His coat was a mix of shadow and silver, and his eyes, luminous and intense, held a mixture of urgency and sorrow.

I cannot see out of my eye, nor can I back away from the door as the other wolf still has ahold of my arm that I am sure is mangled beyond repair. Just when I think all hope is lost, Jaxon bites into the back of one of the wolfs neck. Another wolf appears from down the hallway and he is massive much like Jaxon. He is white with speckles of black across his body. He takes out the other wolf as both him and Jaxon tear each wolf limb from limb leaving no pieces in tacked. I back away from the door.

He clutches his sternum, gasping as a vision seizes him. Xavier (hoarse): “W-what… what is this?” His eyes glaze over as the world around him dissolves into something other. He’s suddenly standing in a dark chasm beneath the stone. Lava seeps through the cracks. Chains rattle in the gloom. A wolf—massive, eyes molten gold, and fur flickering like a dying sun—snarls within a pit ringed by ancient symbols. Flame Wolf (a voice like smoke and sorrow):