Gnawsher Lair Novels & Stories

Azra side stared at Sniffia while walking then he looked at his front as they were getting closer, they noticed an entrance of light shining brightly at there front, "Hey, lantern?" Aghul called, talking to Node, "turn off your light, we can see now." Node immediately, unglowed as they entered. As soon as they entered, most of the Expats eyes were wide opened at the astonishing view of the towering lair which consist of water falls that formed a lake running through on both ends of the lair producing mists that filled the lake and an ice wall enclosing the lair, filled with glowing white huge crystals attached on the walls.

I echoed, the word sinking in my gut like lead. I snapped my head toward my wolves. “Take me to them.” They obeyed instantly, paws silent against the scorched floor. Franco and I followed closely, boots crunching on broken glass, smoke still curling from the walls. Behind us, the rest of the warriors fell back—some guarding, some tearing through what was left to scavenge. The trail led us down into the belly of the lair. The air grew thicker, fouler. Rot. Piss. Rust. The stench of despair. It clung to the stone like grease.

We were at the edge of a forest and she was staring at something ahead of her. We approach her but she suddenly turns and growls menacingly at us. I’m still in awe of the beast that Lauren is. Midnight was bigger than we were and we were the biggest motherfucker we know so that’s saying a lot. We lower our head down. To let her know that we weren’t a danger. She sniffs in my direction and after realizing we smell familiar she stands down. We trot to hear and look at what she was staring at. Off the distance there’s a black building. There wasn’t a fence around it but you could see the guards. I count them and they’re about six of them.

The Iron Claw Pack, home to the infamous Alpha Hunter Slade Carson… "This is going to be hard, Hunter doesn’t deal his hands in political matters." Gamma Grayson said as we stared that the huge iron walls that surrounded the back, foot-long blades crowned the wall and every two metres apart I saw there were guards on watch duty. But as suspected by Gamma Grayson, there was not one Obsidian Shadow pack wolf here. "What are those…" I murmured, seeing something move from around the walls. "His moat, a moat full of serpents." Ryan added with a low whistle. "I thought it was a damn joke…"

The spiral wound downward in symmetrical grooves, each step sinking toward unknown weight. A hush fell. Not even the clank of metal. Only heartbeats and breath. Three-quarters down, Lyra halted. “I hear them… distant voices… moans.” They listened. Echoes drifted: “Sister… please…” Eyes widened. Elara whispered, “It’s her.” They paused. Goran pressed forward, but Lerder clenched his arm. “We go together.” At the bottom, the shaft opened into a cavern carved by ancient hands—columns of black stone rose like trees suspended in clouds. Etchings on the walls told a story: a twin rising, captive. They stepped inside.

she sputtered, her wolf shrinking further under my gaze. I ignored her pathetic pleas. With one sharp pull, I ripped the storage shed door clean off its hinges and tossed it aside like it weighed nothing. The chaos inside hit me immediately. Anthony Baker prowled like a cornered animal, his claws streaking deep gouges into the wooden floor. His eyes glowed an unnatural yellow as his unstable wolf aura pulsed violently, choking the air with its erratic energy. In the corner, Elara’s battered form slumped against the wall. Her pale complexion was a stark contrast to the angry silver burns on her temple, the wound bleeding sluggishly as though even her wolf had given up trying to heal it.

They saw Kael’s gaunt ribs and his human blue eyes, and they smelled the weakness of a wolf without a core. I tapped the screen, injecting a surge of black-market credits into the opposing fighter—a monstrous, bone-crushing Beta named Gnasher. The odds for Kael climbed higher. 150-to-1. 200-to-1. I was making him the most valuable kill in the Ridge. “Mommy... Papa is shaking,” Leo’s voice crackled through the earpiece. He was hidden in the maintenance vents below my booth. “He's cold. He smells like the river again.”

The dank tunnel air took on a new quality—a hint of fragrant woodsmoke and the unmistakable musk of wolves. Turning a final corner, they emerged into a vast cavern that left Kiera breathless with awe. The grotto was enormous, its distant ceiling shrouded in darkness. Everywhere she looked, the walls were adorned with intricate carvings and faded paintings depicting scenes from Lycan history and mythology.

“We’re gonna teach this fucker a lesson.” I lowered the LED a few inches and spotted the disgusting thing crawling up the wall. I could try several paragraphs of description, and you will think I should’ve just said it looked like Gollum and save everybody time. So yeah, that’s what it looked like. “A crawler?” I said mockingly. “You fucking roach are the infamous Skippy?” The dark thing tried to sneak into the door to Quaker Hall basement, but I aimed my LED at the doorway, making it crawl back and up toward the ceiling.

She lost consciousness again and woke up sometime later to the sound of loud screaming. “So, you found her on accident but what were you doing there in the first place?” Noah asked angrily. Lola recognized one of the hunter’s voices that was answering, “Some organization is giving out 10.000-dollar rewards for anyone who can kill a wolf that is twice the size of a normal wolf.”