Fire Alpha Wolf Mga Nobela at Kwento

It somehow hurt as bad as silver chains would. Their feet dragged painfully along the floor as they were pulled along behind Molly and her group until the reached an open space where a huge bonfire was lit. The injured wolves were all sat, on the ground, bound as well, in a group beside the fire. Some of them had more superficical injuries that appeared healing but Naomi couldn't tell who had things like internal bleeding and may be in real danger. A few of them were unconcious and there was still a wolf or two missing.

Not when I am here. The wolves line up, ready to attack. Judging by what I see, the wolves are vastly outnumbered. So I push myself forward next to the wolf, whom I assume is king. I looked at him and smirked. I lifted my hands and flames rose from my hands. “I’m an Alpha’s daughter. I would never just be back up,” I told him. To which he nods his head. I launch fireballs toward the approaching enemy. Taking out as many creatures, killing a bunch of them before the wolves launch their attack.

Veyra, already mid-shift, didn't hesitate. Moonfire surged through her limbs as she crashed into the first of them—a massive brute twice her size. Her glowing white wolf slammed into its side, silver veins crackling across her fur as she dug her claws into his ribcage and tore it open. No heartbeat. Just darkness spilling from the wound, tendrils of shadow lashing out as if trying to hold her back. She growled and yanked free, flames of silver fire erupting from her mouth as she howled again. Her voice cracked the air, the sound vibrating through bone and root. It was music and destruction all at once. The nearby wolves flinched—even her own.

A smile threatened to appear on my face as the memory of that day surfaced before me. ... I head back to the packhouse in search of answers. At this point, I was already seeing red, and my wolf had surfaced and was seeking out blood in retribution for how our mate was treated. And retribution I will get and will take pleasure in doing so, starting from the Alpha and her so-called uncle, who was the Beta, followed by all that will that took part in making her life a living hell.

But I don't pay heed. Going out from the blinding into the storm, I take a deep breath, shifting into my wolf form, my paws hitting the snow. "I need to save her." Was all I say. "No Alpha you can't ! It's-" I block the mindlink, growling lowly. And I run...as fast as I could, feeling the cold ice numb my legs....but I don't stop .....not caring about anything and entering the deadly winds. Disregarding the red alert. Determined to reach her. Hold on Thora. I am coming.

The pain and betrayal lingered, but my anger burned more and the brightest. I was never going to forgive Wilona, and I'll carry the hatred I felt for her to the grave. I was going to avenge Praya’s death even if it cost my life. “So tell me, can you still outrun a wolf?” she added with a mocking smile as she shifted into her wolf, her voice echoing in my mind. ‘Cause your life depends on it.’

Caspian came, half of his chest dabbed with blood, with his eyes fixed on me. He said nothing, only took Winifred from my arms and kissed me on the temple a single time. The roof creaked in protest behind us when the first blast boomed. Then came another. A huge fire consumed the hallway where we had been standing. The ceiling cracked and fell. I saw the wolf, Elara’s wolf, jump through the fire, its claws digging into something. The Alpha. It roared—a terrible, earthshaking thing. But it was weaker now. Dying.

"Who?" The wolf met my gaze. "Those who would see the fire extinguished." The flames inside me flared in response, readying for a battle I hadn’t even begun to understand. But one thing was clear—whatever was coming wasn’t just after me. It was after everything. The fire inside me raged, recognizing the figures before me as something ancient and dangerous. The lead wolf let out a deep growl, his golden eyes burning with intensity. The rest of the pack mirrored his stance, their silver-shadowed forms flickering with raw energy.

Holding Mercedes bridal-style, Devin slowly raised his eyes to me, with a flash of guilt in them. “What else could you do?” I digressed, frustratedly. All of a sudden, a roar filled the air. A violent pulse tore through my chest. It was the bond announcing my Alpha. So I wasn’t afraid when the flames burst around us in a wide, blazing arc. The Elite wolves yelped and leaped back, scrambling away from the sudden wall of fire. Though the inferno wasn’t meant for them, it was for the plooky rogue. It didn’t matter where the rogues tried to escape. Valen’s hellish fire chased them, swirling in a violent sweep.

We are just waiting for the Alpha's stamp,’ Terry answered. ‘The Luna and I will review her over again and have a personal interview with her. Then we'll come to a decision. Is that okay, Luna?’ Alpha Knight asked with a sideways look at his mate. She nodded and smiled at him. “Love and hate,” Mufasa finally spoke up. He closed the book and sighed. “Love and hate?” Olive asked. “Yes, my dear. The firewolf can fully exercise its power when it shifts into a full wolf of fire, burning whatever dares cross its path. It's like a dragon destroying property with its flame, except the entirety of it is the flame.”