Glamrock Wolf Novels & Stories

The forest was eerily quiet, the usual sounds of the night absent. Then, a pair of glowing eyes appeared in the darkness. The wolf that stepped into the clearing was unlike any Nicola had ever seen. Its fur was jet black, its eyes a piercing red that seemed to burn with malice. It was larger than any pack wolf, its presence radiating danger. The wolf growled low, baring its teeth. The triplets moved to shield Nicola, their own growls rumbling in response. “Rogue,” Dylan muttered, his tone laced with disgust.

A dense ring of werewolves tightened around the two wolves in the center. Both brown, powerful, they are frozen on opposite sides of the circle. Bending down, ready for the next jump, not taking their eyes off each other, they waited. The fact that there had already been clashes was indicated by the crimson fur on their skin. Each left a mark on his opponent. The snowy glade was covered with dark spots - bloody footprints. The werewolf with the yellow stripe on his skin was alert. His eye contact with the enemy was broken, and his gaze darted among the werewolves in search.

I think to myself right before a red she-wolf and three big grey he-wolves approach me from all directions. I clench my fists, my heart pounding. I am pretty much naked with only my wet panties on but that’s the least of my worries. These are rogue wolves, their strong scent gives them away. Rogues once belonged to packs but were casted out of different packs for different reasons. They are salvage and law unto themselves. “I am the Beta of Ruber pack. Stay away from me,” I yell, doing my best to keep a brave front. I just can’t die before meeting my wolf nor do I want to be some rogue’s slave.

The rogues stood there in total shock as we attacked them. My midnight black wolf, Estine, was ripping throats out left and right. My wolf is clearly the biggest wolf out here, killing rogues. Conrad and Max are a little smaller than me with brown wolves. Conrad's eyes are still a loving amber. However, Alpha River's human eyes are sky blue and his wolf, Max's eyes, are forest green. My pitch-black fur is covered in blood. The only thing that remains of my blackness are my coal-black eyes. I look around and the dead bodies of rogues are piling up.

About twenty meters away I spot them, or more to the point I spot him. Clayton Blackridge Alpha of the Lobo Sombra pack in his huge gun metal grey wolf. Standing to his right is a brown and grey wolf slightly smaller in height and not as muscular, possibly his Beta. My wolf starts stalking towards them and even though I am protesting she wants him. As I get closer he shifts back then the other wolf turns I realise he is giving us some privacy.

Something else. Three pairs of glowing, red eyes emerge from the darkness. They are large, ragged wolves—rogues who smell of rot and old blood. They don't look at me with reverence. They look at me with a base, territorial hunger. They see a "masterless" female, a prize of silver fur to be claimed and broken. The lead rogue, a mangy grey beast with a scarred muzzle, steps into the moonlight. He snarls, his hackles rising, his scent a foul cloud of aggression.

His eyes glowed, molten gold with streaks of black threading through. A Lycan. The rarest, deadliest form of wolf. The air itself seemed to bow under his power. Wolves around us lowered their heads, some whimpering, their alpha’s true form unleashed. Even Adam, his Beta, stood stiff, pale, trying not to look directly at him. And me? I couldn’t breathe. Brock’s beast turned toward me, gaze burning. For a moment I thought he’d lost control, that I was next. But then — his massive form lowered, his claws retracting slightly as he stalked closer, every line of his body trembling with restraint.

The rogue was pushed off me. A large wolf bit into its neck and dragged put the rogues that before spiting it on the floor. The wolf smelt unfamiliar, not a rogue but not a member of any of the Confederation packs either and definitely not from the capital. It was also unlike any color of fur I had ever seen before. It had grey fur with white patches all over it. Quite uncanny, but that didn’t make it any less beautiful. But that wasn’t the issue at the moment, the issue was how this strange wolf got on our pack lands. This dude could be working with the rogues for all I know I snarled at him, circling around him. He was way bigger than me but that wouldn’t make my back down. I could take hi

Roger nodded but didn't take eyes off of her, he could also feel Telly watching her, pushing forward. "Must be some large she wolf" Gabby smirked "hope she is a red head" Roger glared at him for a moment then turned his attention back to the gray wolf in question. The sun was up and he was actually getting a good look at her for the first time, all dark gray not a spec of any other color, definitely could be mistaken for a black wolf, of a night. Even a young alpha wolf he supposed, but he already knew different was a high ranked warrior.

It kept looking at me with blue green eyes that were a contrast of mine. I noticed it had silver like white fur which was very rare. It had a lightning streak at the side of its body. Walking around and around me like a predator hunting and stalking its prey. I took on a defensive stance,ready for when it pounced. But the wolf looked at me for a few more seconds and opened its mouth to speak. The voice I heard speaking shocked me so much that I didn't hear what she said the first time. “It's time to wake up, Your Highness,” the wolf said to me.