Glamrock Wolf Novels & Stories

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.

My wolf turns over to him only to see the black wolf that sways slowly towards us. Liam's wolf is majestic....an Alpha in every sense. He is huge and his fur is as dark as the night. His eyes are a pair of captivating gold that holds me hostage. His gaze is so intense such that I'm intoxicated and all I can do is stand transfixed at one place.

Amid chaos and turmoil, the golden bright light dissipated, revealing the majestic figure of Skylark Bluedawn in her wolf form. She was a beautiful white wolf with a striking gold stripe adorning her forehead. Growling fiercely, she stared down Wolf Arthur, challenging him with every fiber of her being. Meanwhile, Wolf Payne struggled to get up, whimpering as he yearned to protect his beloved mate.

Thankfully. Red wolves, yellow, green, blue, brown, gray, white, and black. A list from the lowest to the highest. No one had bonded with a black inner wolf in the entire werewolf race for generations. Even my father—the Alpha of StarClaws pack—was bonded with a gray werewolf. A fact which he prided himself over. And me? I was bonded to Molniya—a black wolf. “I didn’t do it!!!! Garek, tell them,” I turned pleading eyes towards my supposed mate and begged. His gaze remained stoic and my stomach sank. “Please.” I whispered.

Glow initiates a handshake with Lexi. "Lexi Marron, alpha leader of 'Blue Moon Pack'. And Ros's fated mate, but we haven't really mated yet. we are just friends, casual friends you know," Glow seems to be impressed while my heart thundered inside my ribcage, Lexi just introduced herself as my mate. " Glow, an Omega rogue werewolf. Ros's only true friend. It is really honorable to meet a female alpha like Lexi," Glow says giving me a sour expression and returning a much radiant smile to Lexi. Dramatic people, I whisper and fold my arms against my chest.

Damien was a formidable Alpha, a brutal fighter, but the beast standing before us now made Damien look like a pup. This wolf was colossal, easily the size of a small grizzly bear. His fur was a chaotic mix of ash-gray and battle-scarred white, thick and heavily matted over a frame of dense, terrifying muscle. But it was his eyes that made my blood run cold. They weren't the standard gold of an Alpha, nor the red of a rogue. They were a piercing, iridescent, unnatural silver—glowing with a sickening, ancient power that radiated pure malice.

Emily Williams, a beautiful and young eighteen-year-old she-wolf, happily looks at herself in the mirror. Today is the third anniversary of her relationship with her longtime mate, Jerome Stonewood, the son of the alpha of the Moon Crest Pack. She is excited to visit Jerome, as he promised to tell his father, Alpha Jason, that they will marry soon. Emily looks once more in the head-to-foot mirror, grabs her bag and the small gift box she prepared for Jerome, and leaves her room.

A growl that sent shivers down my spine. Before I could understand what was happening, the massive werewolf was ripped away from me, flung into the concrete as if he was a fly waiting to be swat. I blinked, dazed, as my savior stepped between me and death itself. And I forgot how to breathe. Standing on two legs, Towering and broad-shouldered, his body rippled with raw power. His fur was silver, not gray, but molten silver that shimmered beneath the moonlight. His golden eyes flickered with something ancient, something dangerous. I have only ever heard stories from my seniors of werewolf's being able to stand on two legs, I thought it was just a myth considering I've been a werewolf hunter f