G-wolves Hati Novels & Stories

The trap is set and in the process of being sprung. Hakeem shifts form, becoming a large brindle gray wolf with defined muscles. He literally throws wolves out of our way by gripping their necks in his massive jaws and launching them out of the way. Diego takes the stragglers on the right side while I clean up on the left. We make our way to Gael, whose wolf relaxes when he sees Hakeem through the throng. Group up. Make a unit. Let’s box these fuckers in and be done with this. Gael links. Yes, Alpha. Hakeem and I link back.

He whispered to me. Beta Leo walked in. He closed and locked the door. "Shall we begin?" Alpha Zev and Luna Maisie directed everyone to form a loose circle around me. Beta Leo opened a massive book and began reading. "From time immemorial, our people have welcomed our new wolves with a ceremony to recognize our pack connection and strength. The Moon Goddess gifts us our wolves. We are stronger, faster and smarter when we work with our wolves. We honor the Goddess by accepting our wolves and allowing them to take our physical form and make it their own. We each must learn to respect our wolves, and our wolves must learn to respect us."

Onyx pushed forward and looked at him intently through my eyes, making the color change, and Falcon took a step backward and watched me with awe. “His name is Hati, and he is a demon wolf; a demi-god, if that makes it easier to comprehend,” Onyx spoke through me. I pushed him back and my eyes returned to their normal blue. “What the fuck was that?” Falcon asked me with wide eyes. “That was Onyx. He’s my wolf and he appeared after a visit from a goddess, and no, I can’t tell you anything else about it,” I said, and filled my glass with Scotch.

The weight in the air stole the words right out of their lungs. Then—crackling. Soft at first. Then growing. A low, eerie hum that crawled across the back of her neck. It was fire. And it was light. And it was alive. They turned. And everything else vanished. There, in the middle of the scorched battlefield, stood two figures so blindingly impossible that the world itself seemed to hold its breath. Two wolves. But not like anything they’d ever seen—not even in dreams. The first—massive, towering, wrapped in fire so pure it bled gold. Every movement of his fur sparked with flame, not chaotic but controlled, deliberate, powerful. His eyes were blue. Deep and endless. Familiar. Burning. Atlas.

I heard Bazaar. I then know what the dark smoke was. It was wolfbane the substance they discovered to kill and weaken a wolf. The wolfsbane was now causing me difficulty breathing. My eyes run water and my vision became blurry still I didn't close my eyes. My eyes remained half-opened until I saw the dark dust that surrounded us slowly disappeared. When it did everyone within the wall was lying on the floor still and scared. It was not easy seeing them since my vision was still a bit blurry, but there was one image I could see clearly, and that was a white large werewolf that appears to be a she-wolf lying on the ground with a knife in its heart, covered in bright red blood. Bazaar walked ov

Just get rid of everything that was so pressing and getting on your nerves. Which is what I did. White Porsche Cayenne Vadim again flaunted his greatness, and beckoning to a further plan of action. The only thing I did not take into account was two hefty mules who stepped out of the darkness and blocked my path. With a height of at least two meters, and in the shoulders no worse than Rinat, the werewolves demonstrated by their very appearance that it was better not to mess with them. The familiar cut of black formal suits over white shirts, as well as the fact that I saw them for the first time, made it clear that they were Yang's people. Both are black-eyed and dark-haired. Black wolves.

A red stone appeared in the center of the decoration. "Now you're part of the pack," Mikhail's voice snapped me out of my trance. “A black alloy of metals, as a symbol of black wolves, and a red stone is a symbol of the fire inside you,” he explained, pointing to his own, exactly the same pendant around his neck. Am I part of the pack now? Part of the family ... It seemed that tears were pouring down my cheeks ... It didn’t seem, but it was so ... I laughed stupidly, rubbing them over my face, and they kept flowing and flowing without stopping ...

Their leader is a black wolf with blue eyes, and he wants to stand on the high cliff and declare war on his opponent. The Red Wolve did not dare to stop but only dared to lean to the side. Wolves usually have gray and yellow fur, but with wolves having white, black, and red fur is very special. The black wolf that received the order to distract Windy was just a wolf with yellow fur because to distract the opponent, he disguised himself to look like Ezra.

Gavin only then have caught sight of the visiting packs as they stood behind the elder. Gavin looked at them with fascination. It’s his first-time seeing wolves from a different pack. They look vastly different from the people of his pack, so different from the ebony hair and obsidian eyes. These wolves have hairs the color of ashes, and eyes of the same shade but darker. He figures maybe their features are the reason why they are called the Moon Valley Pack, they resemble the moon. Their builds are bigger too, he bets they make great hunters.

He asks. “That was the most amazing thing I’ve ever felt in my life!” I say honestly, telling him what I was thinking. “I’m glad you enjoyed it.” He smiles, “because I did too...I want to do that again and again…” He smirks at me as I see his eyes start to flash from blue to yellow again. “What’s your wolf’s name?” I place my hand on his cheek focusing on his eyes. “Eros,” He coos at my touch, closing his eyes.