Hell Wolf Novels & Stories

I had hope that it wouldn't just happen now. But like every other year, at this point I would wish that my name wasn't my name. I would wish that I wasn't Allison Bush, the last air of the Bush who actually is the only one that turns into a full wolf on a full moon. I was trying to run from that and some other things.. But then again, you can't run away from yourself!!

"And it's worse than any of you could have imagined." Me and Arnold exchange worried glances, their brows furrowed with concern. But I can see the determination burning in the eyes of the witch, and it looks like the same determination that's been driving us forward ever since this nightmare began. "What is it?" Arnold asks, his voice edged with impatience. "What's wrong with her?" The witch hesitates for a moment, as if gathering her thoughts before plunging into the depths of her darkest secrets. "Hazel has been infected by a Dire werewolf. That, or she has their blood in her roots." she says finally, her words landing like a sledgehammer in the silence that follows.

“I’m not going anywhere with you until you explain.” He swallowed hard, like the truth itself had weighed his tongue down. “Those things were werewolves. The ones you saw today; we call them hellhounds. They’re sent to the human world to destroy their target. And right now, you, Joyce, are that target. I swear I’ll answer all your questions, but not here. Now is not the time.” Hellhounds? The word alone chilled me. The beasts that attacked my car were obviously too huge to be dogs and too terrifying to be wolves. All four of them were at least five feet tall. It gave me chills to even think they could come back.

She demanded. No one spoke. The answer was too shameful. You could not agree, isn't that it?” the Goddess asked bitterly. “Even on the brink of annihilation, you bicker and squabble like spoiled children. Fools! If you had united sooner, Ferrivor and his master could have been stopped before they began.” “The beast is ferrivor? But they died with Lupus Tenebris.” Donton whispered. “He lives now! Judy Bloodfang has resurrected The evil wolf! Along with all his creatures of destruction! Ferrivor, the Red Noxala, and his screaming souls. White Hollow has been opened!”

Terrified. One of them gasped when she saw me. “The white wolf…” she whispered, like maybe she thought I was a dream sent to comfort them before death. “No dream,” Draken muttered beside me. “Unfortunately.” Before I could even reassure them, his posture went razor sharp. “What?” I hissed. His eyes narrowed on a ridge behind us. “Someone’s coming. Not human. Those are wolves possessed by lower hell spirits, see their eyes?” I looked, and my stomach dropped. Six… no eight… wolves moving fast toward the coven clearing. Their eyes glowed a horrific sick red, their jaws hanging open in dripping snarls that didn’t belong to anything living.

As Jenna and Logan celebrated their victory, they suddenly heard a loud roar coming from the forest. They looked up and saw a huge, black wolf standing at the edge of the clearing. The wolf's eyes glowed yellow, and it snarled at Jenna and Logan. Jenna felt her heart skip a beat. She knew that this was no ordinary wolf—it was an Alpha werewolf, and it was here for revenge.

“So, she is part demon? One of Dante’s sprogs that slipped through the net?” “No,” Lucas leaned forward to rest his elbows on his knees as a weary sigh escaped him. “Atlas and Amos don’t have wolf spirits remember? Chloe does; Hecate.” “Hecate? What kind of name is that?” “It’s the name of a Greek goddess. As far as we can tell, only the Wolfe line has a wolven spirit with a Greek name. Even Sierra and Alvaro don’t have them. So, how come she has one?” Lucas raised an eyebrow, hazel eyes darkening as the questions piled up. “I think we need to make a call.”

Lola spat in his face, but he just laughed and wiped it off, “I like my women feisty so please keep fighting. It will only get me more determined to wreck that tight cunt of yours.” A shiver of fear went through Lola her spine when he untied his pants and took out his swollen cock. He grabbed her hair with one hand and put his pistol against her head with his other hand. “Open your mouth you filthy slut,” he commanded. Lola had just decided that she would bite off his cock and die with a bullet in her head when she saw a group of black wolves approach. Lola started smiling wickedly and the hunters quickly grabbed their guns and stood in a circle. Lola knew from Deborah her lessons that the B

But the strange thing was that the wound quickly returned to normal as if it had never happened. "Who are you?" Selina couldn't help but ask. Wolfgang did not answer Selina's question but asked in return. "So, who are you?" He wiped the blood on the knife and folded it neatly into his pocket. “When you tell me your identity, I will tell you who I am.” Selina knew that if she didn't answer Wolfgang's question today, he would not let her leave. “Yes, I am not human. I'm Wolf." Wolfgang wasn't too surprised by Selina's answer. Because from the moment she saw him cut into the flesh, he knew his thoughts were not wrong. If it were an average human, the response would be to scream or run away, rat

Thalia… Oh, this was interesting but things became even more interesting when he saw another werewolf. This one was a male with silver eyes and a jacket on. He could see the name of a pack on the jacket. Hellhounds. Lucien was familiar with them and judging by one of the symbols on the jacket this was their Beta. He saw the beta pick the girl up, a current of electricity erupting the moment there was skin contact.