Falling In Reverse Raised By Wolves Novels & Stories

A howl with a purpose. A quarter of the warriors followed and shifted, the sound of bones breaking and skin tearing serving as the music as the sun started to set. The battle willl stretch ‘til night. In place of the men were wolves, all mighty and ferocious. Fierce slit eyes, a magnificent mane of fur, and razor sharp nails digging the soil. The wolves sat and it was the others’ cue to climb onto them. Atleast four men could ride one wolf. Another howl came from Flavian, and altogether, the wolves huffed and took a leap. In the blink of an eye, all that was left of them were dust from the utter speed.

I howl louder than I ever have and go for him first. He shifts mid air and his claws come around to my shoulders. His black fur matches mine but not his strength. I naw at his neck and he tries to claw anywhere he can reach. I look over for a split second to see Lawrence has shifted and is rolling around with blood in his teeth and fur as Bryat bites his ankle. I continue my assault on Herk and the words of the alpha I questioned ring in my head. Herk was the highest bidder. He was going to take my Claire. With each sickening thought my bites grow deeper and we roll towards the ground. He tries to pin me but I flip his body over mine and pounce on him again. “STOP!” I hear the girl scream, a

More wolves surged forward. The bridge shuddered violently as they jumped onto it from both ends. “No!” I screamed. The remaining ropes snapped one by one, loud and final. The bridge collapsed. For a heartbeat, everything stopped. Then we were hanging. Dominic clung to a single rope wrapped around his forearm, his other hand locked around mine. Below us, nothing but death waited. Above us, enemy wolves closed in from both sides of the cliff. My arms screamed in agony. “I’m slipping,” I cried.

I said, stepping down from the dais and walking toward the shattered timber opening that looked out over the southern ridge. From here, the sixty-foot wall of stone and ice looked like a gray scar across the white valley floor. It was a brutal, unnatural monument, but it was solid. "The Reverse Claim didn't just break the old bloodline. It conquered the wolf. The entity that my father passed down to me, the thing that demanded blood every time the moon turned red; it’s dead. My wolf is a beast now, not a demon. He answers her."

Counted the mates I knew and then counted them again. Seven. It clicked as we started ascending the stairs. Clicked when I noticed the black and white wolf ripping guards apart. Their teeth gleamed in the afternoon light. Eyes bright as blood spilled all around them. There were two other wolves with them as well. From their colors, I knew this to be Amadeus and Lysander. My squirming intensified. I beat his back so badly that Priamos now grunted with every blow. "Put me down! I am not a child to be carried!" I screamed a final time. Alastair rushed to my side when we made it all the way out. Not even covered by the palace's shadow in the distance.

If I ran now, it could chase me. I turned to run and tripped over my own feet as I tried to escape. I landed on the floor with a thud and stared at the ceiling, tears falling silently from my eyes. This can't be happening. I can't die yet. There has to be some way for me to get back home. I screamed, "Help! Somebody help me! there's a werewolf trying to eat me up! help!"

In that moment, Alex was transformed, his body contorting and shifting until he stood before the moon as a magnificent wolf, his senses heightened, and his instincts razor-sharp It was a moment of revelation, of awakening, as Alex embraced the true nature of his being and accepted his place within the ancient lineage of the werewolves. But with this newfound power came a sense of responsibility, a duty to protect his family and their secret from those who would seek to exploit it. And so, with a heavy heart and a determined spirit, Alex set out to forge his own path, guided by the wisdom of his ancestors and the strength of his own conviction.

I laughed as he jumped at me again, and I grabbed him by his leg and tossed him to the ground. "I remember this one time, the two of you decided that you wanted to beat on this one pack wolf. See, he was weak at the time because his wolf had tucked themselves away. What you didn't expect after you tossed him from that cliff and down into the gorge, was for him to come back to life." I moved toward the wolf, aware of another coming up behind me. While the murderer before me was climbing to his feet, I quickly spun around and snapped the neck of the other wolf who had just joined us.

I yell back to him, but too late, he was angry now, and I'm dead, so much fun! Raphael followed me out of the office, toward the kitchen, all around the great island, known also as the dining table, our chase took another turn, toward the backdoor of the house and finally we made it toward the backyard, I was trying to shift to my wolf form, but to do that so quickly I'll have to stand still for just a second, but in that second I could die, it's better to keep going on two feet, I did a U-turn around the tree, I was quick on my feet when I knew that Raphael is doing a turn from the left side, I turned to my right going back toward the house, ready to make him run after me again, but I stop

Coughing, gulping air, I managed to roll. The night felt pitch-black, chaos everywhere. I tried to sit up and rip off the gag. Two wolves were fighting. I knew Knox’s wolf, and he was battling a brown and white she wolf. He tried to hold her back, she lunged at me again and again, rabid with rage. Obviously, they’d made a deal, and it had all gone to hell. And they still hadn’t noticed the best part, but I had, even in that huge darkness. Red dots circling above and streaking toward them.