Glamrock Wolf Novels & Stories

My muscles screamed in protest, but the thought of the pack house getting ransacked fueled me on. Suddenly, a deafening roar erupted from the edge of the clearing. A giant silver wolf, with eyes that could outshine a disco ball, charged into the fray like a furry tank. It was the Glacierclaw leader, and let me tell you, the dude did not mess around. With teeth bared and claws unsheathed, he tore into the rogue pack like a weed whacker on steroids, scattering them faster than you could say "retreat." The other glowy-eyed wolves joined the fight, their movements swift and deadly.

Jeremy, Philip, and the others started to move towards the fighting wolves but Gloria raised a hand, stopping everyone. “Leave him.” Gloria rasped with eyes filled with so much confidence and pride. The battle that ensued was hands down one of the best the pack members gathered had ever witnessed. The rogue was huge, strong, and relentless. But the golden wolf was agile, precise, vicious, and bloody furious. Unlike the warriors and assassins who engaged the rogues just for the fun and sport aspect, the golden wolf went in for a deadly combat. Troy didn’t just seek to pin down the rogue to show dominance, he went in for the kill. He gave quick-killing bites to any vital area that got exposed

A flash of silver out of the corner of his eye drew his eyes up to see a slight shimmer in the air before they all disappeared into it, a sword sticking out of his Luna after she jumped in front of an advancing warrior from the crowd. The wolf that impaled the Luna looked just like him! What wolf possesses that skill? The ability to glamor takes a very rare wolf with a specific set of skills. I know only one wolf that has resources like those, Jo, Sir Alpha of the Rogues. That's strike 1... Rex’s uman was frozen in terror, but his wolf acted instinctively, phasing and lunging himself at the upper tier, a black aura radiating from him. "Alpha, stop!" Makai warned. He followed his Alpha's lead

“The Crimson wolves have always been in the FireHeart pack, because their flames and uniqueness comes from the same flames that emanate from the crimson throne.” “Can I ask a question, Doctor?” Minister Blackthorn asked suddenly. “You may.” “You spoke about survival of the fittest, how sure are you that the crimson rogue we showed you is not actually a crimson wolf but a generated one?” “The eyes,” Doctor Monroe said, his smile stretching. “The eyes never lie. A crimson wolf is made crimson because of its distinctive red color. This distinctive color is shown both on the fur, the eyes and hair. They have a characteristic pale white skin like snow. That is the characteristic of a crimson. If

“My kind wolf, introduce yourself to me; who are you?’ Lumaro asked while looking directly into the eyes of the yellowish, ugly wolf. The yellowish, ugly wolf wiggled its tail and through Lumaro’s mind, it gave the answer to Lumaro’s query. “I am Grella; the cursed wolf of Grazziena.” “Grella, I don’t know how the curse will be removed from you but one thing for sure, there will be a way to remove it,” Lumaro murmured and looked up at Aling Lumen and Mang Ruben. "Aling Lumen and Mang Ruben, please meet Grella, the wolf of Grazziena," he said introducing the wolf to Grazziena's adoptive parents. Grella wiggled her tail and growled as if agreeing to Lumaro’s statement. Both Aling Lumen and Man

My wolf ! Noooooo !

"I am going to change everything and it's because of you, that I'm so certain. I haven't told anyone this because it was a time that I found doubt in myself–as a shifter and an alpha. A horrible accident nearly killed me when I was in Genoa and it effected my healing, strength, speed; everything," He put his head on her shoulder with a sigh, "I was afraid to lose who I was and in a desperate attempt to heal faster I found... unconventional advice. There is no exact scientifical explanation for rogue wolves because they are like an illness, but what if we introduced that into our normal DNA?" A series of sounds appeared at max volume in her mind, from screams to running steps–the swish of gra

“No one has to die today.” The lead wolf lunged in answer. Fenrak shifted mid-motion, bones snapping and reforming in a brutal blur. His wolf was massive, silver-gray darkened by streaks of black, muscle rolling under his pelt. He hit the first rogue like a storm, tearing it down in a spray of blood. The second came from the side—Fenrak’s jaws found its throat and crushed. The third barely had time to snarl before he ripped it open. The fourth hesitated, then bolted into the trees, limping.

{My wolf} ⤝⧫⤞

I jump up and open my mouth to yell at her, but as always, another surprise awaits me. Though I have never seen Allison in her wolf form before, I know the one gnashing teeth at me isn't her. How you may ask? Simple, only rogues have blood-red eyes and an excessive amount of drool around their mouths. To make matters worse, because I'm so lucky, this one looks pretty rough, and I can see foam around the muzzle. Oh great, not just a wild wolf but a fucking wild wolf with damn rabies. "God, fucking damn it, you're the last thing that should be getting in my way. Get out of here; you have no business being here," I groan in pure annoyance. It'd be better if this wolf left me the fuck alone; I'm