Hell Wolf Novels & Stories

Her sky-blue eyes drilled holes behind Hakan’s head, flashing the three muscular men a smirk whenever their eyes would wander over to where she was. “Then, I’ll be leaving Richard in charge while I go out to the city. Check the borders, I’ve been hearing talks about rogue wolves roaming around the forest from our hunters.” The man called Richard stepped up before bowing his head, as he received orders from his alpha. The three burly men left immediately when Hakan dismissed the group, turning around to face Skye with her arms crossed and looking bored.

It wasn't until its face appeared under a light, that she saw eerie red eyes and sharp, glistening teeth, and realized what was happening. Her body immediately froze and time slowed down. A child's scream echoed through her head, yelling out her name in anguish. Movements and flashes engulfed her vision and her heart jumped to her throat; she couldn't breathe. All of a sudden, she was shoved aside, looking at Victor, she saw him mouth 'I'm sorry'. In the next moment, he tossed his glasses and jacket aside, took off into the park at top speed, and hit the ground on all fours just before shifting. It felt like a dream. Everything was blurred around her; noises were low and muffled like the vo

The only thing that was different about them was the approach. A rogue werewolf called Hell-hound was just a wild ravager, destroying all that was in his path, he was once a Beta in a pack in Cuba, but he became rogue after he lost his mate and unborn pup in a fire. Ever since he had been wandering and terrorizing the South American packs. The next supernatural was a group of rebelling vampires known for killing young girls of eighteen with blonde hair. They travelled around the world, picking and selecting their victims whether human or magical and eradicating them.

"What's that?" "What's what? Oh, the wolf?"

The woods, once a sanctuary, became a witness to an unspeakable act of violence. Suddenly, a low growl echoed through the night, freezing everyone in place. The men, startled, looked around nervously. Another growl, closer this time, echoing through the darkness. I recognized it instantly—it was the unmistakable growl of a werewolf. Helena, in her wolf form, burst forth from the shadows, her fur bristling with a protective rage. The men, realizing the imminent threat, stepped back, their eyes widening in terror. Helena, towering over them, lunged forward with a swift, powerful motion.

Gigi instantly followed suit, doing the same thing. I barely processed what had happened when a scream left my lips at the monster that emerged. Her form was that of a wolf that had begun decaying, skin eaten away by bacteria, exposing the bones and organs inside her on her chest and legs. Her eyes switched to night vision and glowed a terrifying red. It was as if a zombie had climbed its way to earth in order to feed on all our pups.

He grabbed at me through the bars, but I quickly jumped out of the way. I raised my hands and yelled, pushing the air, and he went sailing backward, hitting the wall again. He burst out laughing as he got to his feet. "You just proved my point." "And what point is that?" I was interested, despite myself. "The Skyefrost Pack was a pack of wolf witches." He shrugged. "We were lucky enough to catch the whole pack in their tents, and we took them down." "You unimaginable b*stard."

I heard cries from the guys, which means they have already coped with their task. “An old shabby wolf and a young she-wolf,” a mocking voice of the owner was heard. The paws standing on the ground began to freeze. PAWS, NOT LEGS! Yes, what is he? I growled and twitched to the side to stretch a little and throw off the obsession. Where is this bastard hiding? Soon I felt that Mikhail began to move around. Yes, stop! Are we fire wolves and are we freezing now? Rave! I bristled, and my fur was instantly covered with fire. The fog began to dissipate. Illusion! Vampires are empaths, even if I can't be commanded by force, illusion is different. Catching the scent of the vampire master, I rushed to

He glanced down at me before looking up at him again. "What do I want? Oh, that's an easy question. Give me back my land that you stole from me. That also includes all the females you stole from me and my pup." He snapped. Alastor growled in response. One of the wolves leaped for him and Alastor jumped at him in response. He wrapped around the scranny wolf and before I knew it, he was standing on top of me again. The lifeless wolf thudded against the ground and Alastor spat something from his mouth. Silence followed the small gasps. The wolf's throat was torn out, his eyes rolled back into his head and blood dripped from his lips. I recoiled away from the sight, hiding my eyes in my sleeve.

While she had been returning, she had collided with her husband, Cole, on the road, who was twenty two years old at that time. As soon as they had collided, they had recognized each other as their mate. But what she did not know was that her husband, Cole, was a monster scarier than anyone else in the pack. Cole’s wolf was aggressive and bad. As soon as he had recognized Elsa as his mate, he had lost control over his wolf. He had turned into his wolf halfway, and had kidnapped Elsa on the spot. Elsa had screamed and shouted in surprise and fear and had protested against Cole’s tight hold over her hips and body but she was a weak werewolf. Her strength was nothing compared to Cole’s.