G-wolves Hati Novels & Stories

Hart’s wrist burned where the totem mark pulsed, and he could feel power building under his skin in response to the danger. They made it to the basement stairs when another explosion hit, this one close enough that Hart was thrown forward, his head cracking against the wall. Pain bloomed across his skull, and through blurring vision he saw Jethro shifting to wolf form, positioning himself between Hart and whatever was coming down the corridor. Three massive wolves appeared through the smoke, all of them wearing vests that Hart recognized as hunter gear modified for wolves. Liam’s forces, working with Marcus Veil’s technology.

"Wolves!" Vivian yelled, standing up to her feet. Hazel also stood up, with her eyes on the three wolves. She knew for a fact that they were werewolves and seeing the moon symbol on their arm, she knew immediately the werewolves were from Alpha Steve's Pack, Alpha Styx's sworn enemy.

she said, her tone cold and unfriendly. He just stood there, with a small smile on his lips, and replied with a simple word, "Mate." Charlotte rolled her eyes, feeling frustrated and annoyed at the situation. "What do you want from me?" she said, turning off the stove and putting down the pan. "Isn't today just a great day?" She haha-ed sarcastically, obviously burning will frustration and exhaustion.

The lively chatter of nearby nobles withered away into awkward silence. I looked past Valerius’s shoulder. Standing on the raised stone steps near the high table was Hati. He wore a heavy tunic of black leather embroidered with silver thread, his white wolf mantle draped broad over his shoulders. But his face was completely devoid of warmth. His striking amber eyes were fixed on Valerius, glowing with a bright, terrifying luminescence that signaled a dangerous, rising fury. His hands were clenched into tight, leather-bound fists at his sides. Valerius felt the weight of the Alpha’s gaze. His charming smile froze, his spine going rigid as he turned slightly to bow toward the high table. "Lord

A rustle of snow. A shadow moved. Then— A lone wolf stepped out of the darkness. Massive. Black fur. Eyes glowing silver. Rylan stiffened instantly. “Not possible.” Kade swore. “That can’t be—” Lyra’s heartbeat tripped. The wolf lowered its head… in a bow. “What is that?” she whispered. Rylan’s voice was barely human. “A sentinel.” Lyra’s breath caught. Sentinels were ancient wolves said to serve only one bloodline—one house. A house believed extinct.

Silence followed—thick, deliberate, terrifying. I scrambled backward, breath coming in sharp gasps as shadows emerged between the trees. Yellow eyes. Gray fur streaked with blood. Wolves bigger than anything I had ever seen, but unlike the alpha this is average which only means the grey wolf is Alpha's beta Manuel. Their muscles coiling beneath their skin, teeth bared. My back hit a tree, nowhere left to go. I pressed myself against the bark, shaking so hard my teeth rattled. My legs refused to move. One of them stepped forward, massive and scarred, his eyes burning with recognition.

“Do it before it’s too late.” But Caleb just kept glaring up at Kaden’s wolf, his eyes full of anger and hate. He was still fighting the wolf’s weight on him, still pushing back even though it wasn’t looking like he hsd strength left. He was sweating a lot now, his face red and his arms shaking from trying to push Kaden’s wolf off him.

Alpha asks, it's not weird for wolves to hate their soul in the beginning, no one likes having a weak point. "He rejected me, I felt emptiness instead of his soul, and then he was gone," she says sadly. "Rejected you, what a crazy wolf, god have mercy on us," Raphael says in a sad voice, he knows that wolves who reject their mates are crazy ones, they go insane or on a killing frenzy.

Alpha Knight ordered for them to form a circle so everyone could face the dozen rogue wolves all around them. There was something about these wolves. Their clothes were tattered, moldy and stained in places. Their eyes were red and distant, yet held cruelty. They all were Japanese by the looks of it and smelled like wolves. But there was something else. Something none of them could pinpoint yet. ‘Olive, you be careful,’ Wayne warned in their mindlink. She was facing the other way, her fists already bared ready in defense.

I focus a bit more and notice that one of the wolves is Sylas; he has to be fighting Laslo. Sylas is a huge gray wolf, bigger than Laslo’s white wolf. Laslo’s wolf is swiping at Sylas, and his claws connect here and there. Sylas twists his body and kicks Laslo’s wolf, sending it flying into a tree. Laslo’s wolf lays at the base of the tree, sprawled out. Sylas marches to the tree base and hovers over Laslo’s wolf, snarling and biting. His jaw reaches over and grabs at the white wolf’s neck.