Female Death Wolf Novels & Stories

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.

“I heard that the wolf meat tastes good and a female wolf like you is even more nourishing. If you don’t speak, I won’t ask anything either. In a moment, I’ll strip you naked and throw you in without washing.” The female wolf demon seemed quite young, around twenty years old. She had a casquette and mask on previously, so her appearance could not be seen. But now on a closer look, she seemed very ordinary, and there was even a slight ugliness. She had lines on the edges of her eyes that looked like tattoos, her lips were particularly prominent and her nose was slightly slumped. The female stared deadly at Ted and said, “Come over here, I’ll tell you.”

Bloodtooth wolves, their bodies marked with their pack's totem. They didn't care about exposing themselves—their brutality was pure vengeance. By the time I got back, all I found were my mom and grandmother's bodies. Now Frostfang's down to me, the only unmarked she-wolf left. To the hyena-like tribal elders, rebuilding Frostfang's glory was just a joke. To them, an unmated female's just a breathing ornament. But Velda? She was different. She just tore through a northern tribe's leader, becoming the first female commander to earn the Bloodclaw Medal.

If I can get to my feet, maybe I can slip into the woods, make it back to safety. That would mean leaving the others behind. From my spot on the ground, I peer through the wreaths of gray. How many of them are still alive? In the distance, I see a small female wolf with blonde fur running for her life. A large male, dark, dirty, and drooling, runs behind her. Her yelps sound almost like human screams as he catches her, leaping onto her back, sending her into the forest floor with one crushing blow. Even through the crackle of the fires, I hear the snap of her bones. When he is sure she is dead, he steps away, chin dripping crimson. She does not get up.

What's worse, her wolf may have endured long periods of torture before her death. Zayn exhaled a long breath and examined the corpse proficiently. He gave his opinion after a while: "She-wolf, around the age of 18, died from trauma to the head from falling. All organs inside her wolf were broken, and claws were lost, with obvious cuts. She seemed to be murdered." His assistant recorded his opinion while mumbling in regret: "Too bad she is so young to die in such a way." Zayn was taking off the rubber gloves when he stopped all of a sudden. He squinted at the corpse, his eyes shifting as he thought of something.

She must have sensed us, but she likely thought we were someone else. Probably the person did this to her. “Alpha Cross. She’s dead. What do we do about this?” One of the wolves in my team asked. I should have the answers, but all I can do is gawk at the mutilated woman. Something about her was oddly familiar. Stepping closer, I crouched beside her body and used a stick lying around the empty barn to lift her hand. As much as I could without breaking it off. With the position her body was forced into, it’s hard to really examine her limbs. She died a brutal death.

My wolf asked me as I sat down on the bare floor and she did the same also looking at me like, I was some sort of an Allen from another world ,she had here ear shaped like a wolf and with some stipes on her body . Indicating that I might have to do the talking, " who am I ?".I asked her as I looked at her and she stared right at me also , " well you are a girl that can call the dead back to life " she said as she smiled at me " I can call the dead back to life but why couldn't I call my parents back to life the day they died , is this some sort of a joke to you ?" I said standing up and trying to walk away from her ," and where do you thinking you are going to ?" , My wolf asked me as I look

I threw the guns away and sidestepped the wolf, kicking it in the side, but because it was larger than me, it didn't even get phased and instead turned around, snapping its jaws at me. I took out the dagger I had prepared for Alexander and plunged it right into the wolf's eye, who howled in pain, followed by falling limp. I retracted my dagger and continued the fight when, like a flash, a large black wolf with a white and brown tail appeared out of nowhere, jumping into the fight. In less than minutes, the wolf wiped out almost all of my family, leaving only a handful of us. Looking at the agility and fighting skill, I instantly recognized him: alpha Alexander, the man I was here to kill!

His breath caught, his claws trembling as he stared, disbelieving, at the woman he had mourned for lifetimes. His voice broke. “Selene…?” Her gaze was tender as she stepped closer, raising a hand to touch his face—but she did not. Her fingers hovered over his skin, a breath away, a memory made flesh. “You must not do this,” she whispered. “Let go, my love.” The Death Wolf recoiled, his expression twisting with torment. “She killed you!” His voice cracked, raw and fractured. “She took you from me! She deserves to die for what she’s done!”

“Or have you not told her, Alpha? About the other Voss women. The ones who tried to ‘fix’ you. The ones who died screaming when the bond turned on them.” Elara’s head snapped to the black wolf. “Is this true? Did you lie to me?” The wolf’s ears flattened, a whine escaping his throat. I didn’t want to scare you. They died because their minds couldn’t handle the bond. But you’re different. Stronger. “Liar!” Kael roared, lunging. The black wolf met him mid-air, fangs sinking into Kael’s shoulder. Kael howled, clawing at the wolf’s face, and the ridge erupted into chaos—wolves clashing, fur flying, the air thick with snarls and the stench of death.