Female Death Wolf Novels & Stories

Finally, the last wave consisting of elite werewolves of the Del Kingdom, attacked the city walls as they rode behind Melnyk the Conri, Zafira, and Peter the bulldog. Getting there, the sight of someone on the floor broke the heart of both Melnyk and Zafira, and it was Tyler that had a spear through his heart as he lay lifeless on the floor. Melnyk had grown fond of Tyler because of how close he was to Richard, now in the middle of this hiatus that was going on, Melnyk couldn't help but wonder how Richard would feel and cope with the loss of his beta, Tyler. Melnyk decided to channel his grief toward the humans that stood in front of him. He jumped down from his horse, changing into a gigant

Every eye turned back to her with a chilling mixture of shock and sublime terror. Killian turned to Grace, his brow furrowed in disbelief. "Mother, do you even hear what you’re saying? You’re talking about the White Wolf. That’s a myth—a ghost story told to pups. It has never existed outside of ancient folklore." "No, I saw it with my own eyes!" Grace insisted, her voice sharp and ominous. "It hasn't appeared in ages, and though no one living remains to tell its true tale, the legends are clear. The White Wolf is a feral, cursed entity. It brings nothing but ruin and calamity. I saw her tear Maya apart with my own eyes. Look at the body—ripped and mangled with such merciless precision that o

I have no idea how he intends to deal with the situation but I do not want a situation whereby I will be responsible for Captain Perrie's grief. Her scent became even more dense, I didn't need to look up to know she was walking towards us. It was a scent I cannot describe, every human, or werewolf has a unique scent to themselves. Each werewolf when they meet their mate, there is this scent that emits off of them that no other wolves can perceive except their mate. And that scent is enough to leave their wolves in heat and growling for their mates' company. "Hey guys." Her small yet melodious voice greeted. I could do anything just to hear her speak. Not only is her voice lovely to listen to

That was one. They didn’t give her time to recover. Another wolf stepped in. And another after him. By the third, her arms burned from blocking, her ribs screamed from every blow, and her breath came ragged. The mud clung to her boots, dragging her down, but still she fought. The fourth wolf a stockier female named Lira slammed her to the ground hard enough to knock the air from her lungs. For a moment, black spots danced across her vision. But Selene clawed her way up, teeth gritted, landing a sharp kick that sent Lira staggering.

"I'm Austen, by the way. I dwell close by here so I can help you wherever you're going." "Melonie," I say. "I'm searching for a Taxi to go back to the Alpha's Mansion." Mentioning the Alpha. I saw worry within his eyes. "Are you a family to the Alpha Bolin?" he asked. More, I saw in my mind as I lowered my head, sadly. When a wolf finds his fated mate, the she-wolf is now the most important one in his life. For she is now his life partner, a pillar of support, and with whom he will share his future.

He turned his monitor toward me. A birth registry entry from a wolf community in the Southern Reaches. The female wolf, listed as Mira Voss, is recorded as having borne a daughter. No father listed. The date put the child at approximately my age. Mira Voss was listed as deceased two years after the birth, cause unspecified, at twenty-three years old. No pack affiliation. No classification on file. No other records. I read it twice.

I felt it deep within my soul. I swallowed hard, my voice barely above a whisper yet filled with conviction. "A tall wolf with fur as dark as the midnight sky and eyes like molten silver keeps calling out to me," I murmured, my gaze unfocused as I was drawn back into the strange, ethereal vision that haunted me. "She’s in pain, Alpha. She’s terrified. I don’t know who this wolf is, but I trust him. I can feel her, and the woman is dying." A chill raced down my spine as those last words left my lips, my heart pounding so loudly it echoed in my ears.

I slowly got out of the car and looked around the killing field. It was only now that I noticed the dead werewolf off to the side. He did not participate in the battle. It must be Fred. He found his treacherous death. Here is the body of Trent's faithful bodyguard, indifferently abandoned by his master. And two wolves I killed. The first one barely twitched its paws, the second crawled into the safe thick of the forest on broken legs. I bypassed him.

What was going on with me? “The red wolf is only ever a female wolf. They are known to both experience and elicit very powerful emotional responses in those around them, in addition to the other abilities that they seem to have. This means that they are often strongly desired by men and hated by women. A younger wolf such as Raina, especially with no education or training, probably has very little control over the emotional aspect of her abilities.” Beta Jack looked at me, clearly hoping that his explanation would provide some additional insight into the lack of emotional control I was having.

She was beautiful even in her wolf form. I couldn't get my eyes off her as her wolf was signaling me to move from there. I slowly stepped aside from there and stayed like a death in the corner of the room and watched her. Both of Jake and Debra's wolf was circling in the room deliberately, gawking their eyes in anger. Debra growls as she attempts her first assault on him and lunges over him, her jaws trying to bite him and her claws attempting to tear him off. I had never seen her fight and she was never violent like this before. I got chills in my hands as I saw her showing off her rebelling moves. But she was a she-wolf and she might not stand him for long.