God Wolf Novels & Stories

Shit The trees trembled. My silver eyes I felt it turn to crimson as it locked on his, and the black wolf showed her teeth. “I am a hundredth-generation Gorde Wolf,” she growled underneath each word like a sandpaper scraped at my throat, shattering his command she seemed to loom taller even though he was a foot taller than me. “The last black wolf born. I am bigger, stronger than any alpha, I am the descendant of the Honshu Wolves, powered by the gods themselves,” she roared, her power bringing him to his knees as he groaned in pain, “I wasn’t born to bow to you.”

Werewolves adjusted around it without a sound, lanes closing, exits thinning. Jake whispered, “Hold your positions.” No one answered. They didn’t need to. The Direwolf came forward, “Humans, you are in my domain now.” Scott whispered, “Well fuck me, a talking dog.” The direwolf replied, “I can hear your whispers smiter.” “You know me?” Gabe and everyone looked at Scott. “Smiter?” “Yes, I have heard stories,” said the Direwolf as it paced and readied itself to launch at the unwilling.

What they see makes them pause, disbelief seizing their faces. Oto, the large, dark-furred wolf, growls fiercely at the Major Archon. His eyes gleam with a wild, defiant light. His jaws are open, displaying his sharp fangs in a clear sign of rejection. The Major Archon attempts to connect with him, but Oto resists. His growl intensifies, a sound that reverberates in the air, full of challenge and defiance.

Damian's wolf was a massive, iron-gray beast with a thick, imposing build that could crush opponents with brute force. Rowan Seres Velden of the Stormrider Pack had a striking presence, with stormy blue eyes that seemed to constantly crackle with energy. His windswept blonde hair, slightly unkempt, gave him a wild appearance, while his calm demeanor contrasted the turbulent forces he commanded. The Stormrider Pack was known for their command over weather and storm elements, and Rowan's wolf, a silver-coated beast with glowing blue eyes, reflected the power of the skies-swift and unpredictable as lightning.

He started walking forward, showing them the way to the city. There were many more werewolves in the pack house, including the assassin werewolf Etta Suzette Gelbero, who was a spy and the trainer of the scout wolves. The lead warriors Ultima Wolf Edric Wilson and Ultima Wolf Drik Wilson, who trained the warriors of the Gravefur Pack, and Howl Wolf Vladimir Lorenzo usually supported the horn with their life along with Alpha. They were all eagerly awaiting their return.

Ghost was gone in the blink of an eye, and a beautiful giant black wolf appeared. “Hey, handsome.” Ghost was a majestic wolf. “Does your wolf want to play with her mate?” Dad asked. Ghost cantered away, teasing me. My wolf peered through my eyes to check Ghost’s wolf out. “Your eyes are glowing. Call her forward.” Ghost zipped by us trying to lure her out. “She’s not ready,” I whined. “Esmerelda, you’re making this more complicated than it is.” “Daddy, I feel her. That is enough for right now.” He let out a slow breath, clearly disappointed.

River answers didn't happen to me, I just remember the pain and then blacking out. "I never felt as free as I did when I went wolf, I don't remember what my colour was, I should have looked at my paws," Kyler whines, they went wolf and were conscious are they lying? "Yeah me neither, I didn't think of it," River answers him with a shrug before turning to me. "Who got your wolf to come out?" River asks me. "Uhh...alpha Rowan I think," I answer him, he sweet-talked my wolf, and things went dark before I went wolf, I can't remember shit.

I always wondered why there are no black wolves in the modern world. More precisely, why I have not yet come across one. After all, my inner beast is a black wolf. And the answer was simple - I'm from another world, the world of magic and sorcery. Also, the gift of fire flows in my veins, and after traveling to the universe of my ancestors, I was finally able to curb it. It was only after visiting the house of my grandparents that I managed to truly learn how to control my flame. Now I will no longer allow you to wipe your feet on me, because my strength is in no way inferior to the strength of any alpha male. The frightened puppy is a thing of the past and, if necessary, I will force everyo

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It will be hard to keep yourself separated from your body. They watched the memory as Gelert’s head popped up in the back of the woman’s mind as she smelled him. Carefully, she stood up and approached the bassinet. “Who sent you?” the woman, Gelert, asked as she placed the child in his bed. The wolf growled but she understood what he said. He was sent by Actis, a jealous god who despised the special treatment that the werewolves received. “You will not get him,” she warned him as she shifted.