Glamrock Wolf Novels & Stories

As chunks fell away, they revealed the Dragon Ash's ice-pattern insignia embedded within—a provocative display of a wolf's trophy. "Boom——" the boulder exploded into dust. Paisley advanced through the debris, her irises glowing with the wolf's signature golden-red. Her whip tip, still dusted with rock powder, stopped at the right place. She said, "Protecting the pack is every wolf's duty——dare you question our combat eligibility?" The werewolves behind stared in disbelief. The lead Gamma quickly nodded: "We'll take you all! Of course we will!" The five were registered as Gray Claw warriors.

In short, it was beautiful. "Wow... his wolf is so beautiful..." I mumbled lost in his beauty. His wolf was pure black whereas my wolf was white with shades of grey and blue eyes. "If you keep gawking at me, I won't be able to concentrate, baby." He said in our own little mind link. I coughed at the nickname he used. He doesn't call me that often and the fact that he wasn't serious during the fight and was flirting with me. Oh, dear!

Glowing neon yellow and red eyes and razor sharp fangs with no face appear. A deep menacing growl breaks the silence making my heart race. I try to run but am frozen in place. I open my mouth to scream but nothing comes out. The eyes and teeth seem to be getting closer and the number has increased. They are no longer faceless, they have morphed into wolves. Rabid foaming at the mouth wolves. I want to cover my ears as the growls get louder. One jumps as if to attack. I won’t go down without a fight. So that is what I do. I fight back. Another wolf jumps. And another. I punch, kick, scratch, pull fur, ears, and tails.

I was about to tell them that Derek Novak owned me and harming me would be a big mistake, but was interrupted by Husky before I could speak. “Who cares?” he spoke up. “Anyone who walks past the forest and reaches the fortress is under our mercy. I’m sure her master will thank us for teaching the insolent slave a lesson.” His finger traced one of the scratches on my legs, drawing blood with his protruding claw. He took a whiff of the blood and smiled before tasting it. He smiled. “Sweet.” It was Pitchy who seemed apprehensive. “Perhaps we shouldn’t touch her. We don’t know who owns her.” Still, his eyes were on me, his free hand running the length of my arm.

He was terrified. Suddenly, the bushes at the edge of the clearing rustled violently, and Alpha Rollins burst through, his massive wolf form emerging from the shadows. His fur was a dark, almost black, shade of brown that blended with his eyes color. His eyes, glowing a fierce amber, were locked onto the rogues, blazing with fury. Rollins was enormous, even for a wolf—his powerful muscles rippling under his fur, his sharp teeth bared in a vicious snarl.

Drake looked at everyone and nodded, and the sound of bones cracking and rearranging sounded in the night, and all the wolves howled at the moon. The vast majority of wolves were gray or brown, or a mix of brown and gray, with the characteristic yellow eyes of their species. Yes, the wolf's eyes usually wore yellow. The only one with red eyes, the eyes of a true Alpha, was Fury, and that had always provoked reverence from everyone present. Hell was also admired, with his beautiful green eyes, which stood out from the black and glossy fur. Even Delilah's wolf, despite being almost entirely brown, had magnificent light brown eyes, almost hazel, and her mate, despite having a very small wolf, h

P.o.v. Gar I walked behind the tiny women named Damina, she seemed to always be sharing her face with her wolf Gloria. “Your face is that by choose to share or was that the way you were born?” She laughed her head thrown back, “The way I was born. My wolf is strong, like Trax and Fallon though that is different because he is a hybrid. They sometimes get it easier, they have more choice. My mom gave me two names when I was born. Damina for the human and Gloria for the wolf that was always on display for the world. My father was the same way, teeth, eyes, and ears. They were in his wolf form. I liked to pet them.”

“What do you know about it? I remember the stories you told me when I was a pup. Are they true?’ Tasha shot me a look, “very much so. My grandmother was the last Celestite wolf, her birth pack was Silver Dawn, but she was mated to a Dark Moon Gamma. Her son was the last Gamma this pack had as he never had children. My mother had two daughters. Myself and my sister, Kristin. Kristin was a warrior along with her mate, they had one daughter. Her mate died while she was pregnant in the fight with Silver Dawn. She left for Cerulean as she felt as if she saw her mate everywhere here. Where her daughter, Lillian, mated to the Cerulean Alpha Brandon. Producing Austin and Alessia.” “Austin is obvious

he thundered again. My body began to tremble, bones shifting, skin rippling. I wasn’t in control. Within seconds, my wolf had taken over. She didn’t hesitate. With a snarl, she leapt forward and landed on the Alpha’s lifeless chest. Her claws dug into his ribcage, and with a grotesque crack, she tore into him. Heat pulsed beneath the bones. The Heartstone glowed with an eerie, red ancient light. She clamped her jaws around it and ripped it free.

"Fifty-eight wolves to go," Fenrik growled, his voice rough and raw, nearly lost beneath the snarling chaos around him. He stood in the heart of the battlefield, a hulking, blood-soaked beast with crimson eyes, fur bristling and teeth dripping with the blood of the Golden Eye wolves. His claws were stained and torn, but he didn't slow—not even for breath.