Female Death Wolf Novels & Stories

Zayn’s POV The wind carried her scent before I ever saw her. It hit me like a slap—a sweet mix of wildflowers and something uniquely hers, sharp and intoxicating, cutting through the forest air. My wolf stirred instantly, growling with a need so necessary it made my chest ache. Mate.

I growl at the man Dimitri still holds. The man smiles, blood pooling from his mouth. "Our Alpha." He laughs. A female can't be an alpha. No one would follow her. Except she's got her fighters going again. Everyone moves as the man laughs. Their fighters shift, attacking my fighters again. Why would these men follow a she wolf? I don't wait around for answers. Instead, I follow my men chasing the she wolf.

The cell phone had no signal, and I'm sure that if I were to call someone, they wouldn't be here in time to defend me. I slowly backed away from the forest; the wolf was still there, looking at me untouched and with a thirst for human blood. Then the wolf advanced, and I froze in place as if not moving would serve any purpose. I was paralyzed. The wolf is black-haired, huge, and its eyes are as black as the night. It reminded me of Kessler. I felt a tear roll down my cheek; I knew it was my end. It hurts for my father, for Lucas; they'll be alone and feel the loss of another person.

Possibly, there could be a way to hunt down this beast, yet how long wouldn't take to study the ethics of its domination and movement? He picked himself up from the ground, laying Ashley on the ground as he walked around, bending downwards, picking up broken tree branches and twigs. Each werewolf pack had its own beliefs and principles. One which remained for the silver moon pack for years was the principles of cremation. They never believed in the burying of their dead, they thought of burning their bodies to avoid the cases of having a rebirth which could cause something drastic in the pack. There might have been someone out there who had thoughts of the phantom being a product of an unhol

She let herself down and allowed the spirit to go into her. She groaned as she changed Into a huge wolf, the size of a lion. It was strange, for a newly formed wolf to be as big as she was. Something was behind it and the answer wasn't far-fetched. She was a mixed breed... Daughter of a werewolf and a witch. She's a were a witch. A rare breed, born once in a century.

His wolf growled out, his black eyes turning gold, a sign of his wolf emerging from its slumber, only for his sister’s own black eyes to turn copper, challenging his with a small snarl. Being born from a powerful alpha like their father, as well as a strong-willed and outspoken woman as a mother, all three Knox siblings were born as an alpha and to say the least, it had led to an interesting family dinner, one of which is far more than enough to give their parents a headache for a lifetime.

He asked her “I recently talked to your mom. Her wolf is dying and wanted to talk to her.” Rhiannon said, stopping to give Keyne a minute to allow her words to sink in. “Wait, I didn’t think wolves could die.” He said sounding a little confused. “That isn’t true, a wolf can die but it is very rare. The last wolf to pass was 3 goddesses ago. A wolf only truly dies when its spirit becomes broken beyond all repairs.” “What does this have to do with me?” He asked.

Another scared voice came through the link. She! Calvin yelled through mindlink confused, why did they think Aldric was a female. It is not Aldric. The white wolf is a female. She is leading a small group of Rhett’s pack members. She is doing most of the damage. She is unstoppable. Rhett’s beta wolf has broken off and taken the west end with another small group of Rhet’s members. I have reports of wolves coming down the mountain. Micah’s voice came through the only reasonable person.

“Our daughter has more abilities than we’d ever imagined. It shouldn’t come as a surprise for her to be able to create bonds and pair mates, now should it, Celeste?” “But if she demated the little girl…” she gasps, pain filling the room. “The girl that died, the wolf. Oh my… no, no, no.” She cries walking back to the Wolf pool. Picking up a wolf soul she murmurs sorry over and over again. Confounding me in her emotion. “What is it, darling?” I ask. “The little girl who died this morning, she was the one mated to Leo’s son. That was her escape… and now she’s dead.”

It's quite surprising the killer didn't dump the deceased wolf at our pack's border like before. This is a new development. What game is he playing at now? "Other affected Alphas are frustrated as I've heard and quite a few have sent representatives to Wildwood. As far as I've learnt, the wolf hasn't been identified yet but it's a female this time. The first one and..." I could tell he wasn't finished and didn't quite want to say the rest. I squinted at him and he swallowed. "Go on," I gestured, tapping my fingers on the desk.