Glamrock Wolf Novels & Stories

Good morning mother-in-law >> [[ good morning dear ]] he gives her a quick kiss on the cheek then looks at me (( let's go then )) we head out. (( Before I forget again, Ameera will be bringing someone here to get tested at the Clinic, I believe he's her mate but they can't sense each other because he's been unknowingly consuming a drug that dulled his wolf and his senses )) << YOU INVITED A ROGUE INTO OUR PACK?! >> (( he's was a Gamma at his old pack, they got attacked and he was banished by the Alpha that took over because he refused to accept him as his Alpha )) << hmmm, I see, I think I know which pack that was, let's go it's almost Eight >>

My wolf won’t have this! ^~^

Bones snapped and reformed. Muscles expanded. Fur erupted across his skin. His wolf was unlike any other. It was massive… towering. Maverick’s fur was a dark obsidian black, almost swallowing the light around him. His presence alone carried dominance and authority, pressing down on everything in its path. His glowing, ice-cold eyes burned with a ruthless hunger for blood. As Maverick landed heavily on the ground, without hesitation, he lunged forward and slammed into the nearest rogue, his claws striking across its face with brutal force.

Ceri was staring at me intensely. "What's going on?" I looked at Derek. He shrugged, "It's your wolf being crazy, you want to tell her or should I?" I exhaled hard. "Gem, my wolf, thinks he should have two girls because the three of us have been friends for a long time. Celly found her mate and they are together but haven't announced yet. Ang and I were dating, but she doesn't want to talk to me because my wolf is a psycho. I need to apologize and convince her that she is the only girl for me and my wolf. I need to get my wolf on board. And I have no fucking clue how to do this."

The muzzle of the wolf, grinning and splashing with saliva, clicked in the face of the man, while Ar chuckled contentedly, throwing off his turn. - Well, shall we dance? - mocking, repeated the words of Mark. “Let’s dance,” Mark repeated, stretching his lips into a bloody smile. Arnar sensed the approaching danger from behind and heard Vitali's cry: - Behind! — Violating the order to stay in the territory, he rushed to the rescue. The werewolf flew off, slamming like a stone wall into the body of the High Vampire that appeared out of nowhere. A sweetish aroma enveloped Arnar and forced him to exhale convulsively from the pain spreading in his back.

"I deserve this punishment," Gloria said calmly. She did not doubt it because of Sean's words. It was as if she had accepted her fate. Sean was very shocked. He had known Gloria since he was a child. Black Thorn Pack and Silver Spring Pack were adjacent to each other, and Silver Spring Pack was also very powerful. As the daughter of Alpha, Gloria had every reason to be proud. She was once flamboyant and happy. She had completed the shift at the age of fifteen, and her wolf was a silvery-white female wolf.

He hollered, pumping one large paw in the air before baring his teeth at me. I saw the moonstone glow brighter on his chest just as the eyes of the beastlings glimmered redder and they doubled their attack. “He must be controlling them with the stone! They're all wired to it!” I screeched, turning my head to see Gallagher’s copper wolf getting swarmed by the shadowings before he tore his way out, shaking off the black gooey blood from his fur.

He smirked, while bringing out his sword from the scabbard. My Wolf cringed in anger, as he struggled inside of me. How dare he insult me! How dare he talk to ne in that manner? Has he forgotten who I am? Has he forgotten that I’m a more powerful than he is? They’re all Ivan puppet and I can’t wait for the day, I will put a end to his life also. “You!” Alpha Roxanne of dark moon pack growled, as he stretched his sword to him menacingly. He was one of my father enemies, he planned his deaths with Alpha Blake, I will bring them down one after the other

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.

The yard was louder outside than inside the shed. Metal clanged, engines snared, the faint rhythm of music spilled from somewhere behind a garage. Wolves and humans worked side by side, some shirtless, others tattooed, all wearing leather patched with the same emblem, a crimson skull with fangs. The Killers MC. An older wolf stood by a row of bikes, sleeves rolled to his elbows, grease streaking his hands. His presence was quiet but heavy, the kind of man who didn’t need to raise his voice to be obeyed.