Hell Wolf Novels & Stories

It holds their power, memory, and spirit. When an Alpha dies, the Heartstone vanishes and reappears in the chest of their successor, either by the will of the Heartstone itself or seized through conquest. Yet if the chosen is unworthy, the Heartstone may resist them, or worse, destroy them. Among these many packs was one known as Sable Howl, steeped in legends of the moon and black wolves. It was in this pack that a girl was born to a common werewolf named Malrik.

“And who are you?” “The man standing between you and him.” Jax’s voice turned lethal. “If you want Eli, you’ll have to go through my corpse first.” The Dreadlord laughed. The sound was wrong. Too deep. Too hollow. Madness echoed inside it. Then he snapped his fingers. The wall beside the living room exploded inward. Jackie screamed. I froze in absolute horror. A horde of wolves crawled through the shattered opening. Not normal wolves. Twisted things. Their flesh hung rotten from exposed bones. Their eyes glowed sickly white while decay dripped from their jaws. Some were missing patches of skin entirely. The smell alone nearly made me vomit.

Minnow spitted venomously with lips curled over teeth. Saylor's glare fell on his lap, and his shoulders slumped. He knew better than to try to speak to her at this moment. "We recruit a new hunter each year," Cecil said calmly over his shoulder. "Hunter? What do we hunt?" Minnow turned to her father for answers. "Well, we hunt, um." He stuttered. His eyes searched his wife. Dovie rolled her eyes. " We hunt werewolves and other supernatural beings," she said simply without batting her perfectly styled eyelids. Instead, she continued flicking through the stack of papers in front of her.

The pack members scattered, their faces etched with fear, their eyes wide with horror. In the center of the clearing, a monstrous figure loomed, its dark form shifting and growing. Moonlight cast an eerie glow on the creature, revealing its thick black fur, its piercing yellow eyes, and its gnashing teeth. It was Draven, mid-transformation, his human form battling the wolf within.

She probably saw us coming up here when the Cloak dissolved, probably even heard Aldrich’s sharply indrawn breath, but she’s unable to see anything. She’s a Werewolf. Her eyes are glowing as she glares at the spot where we are. If she decides to move toward us and prod at the spot with her foot like I know she wants to, she’ll feel us. The Cloak merely renders us invisible; it doesn’t render us into formless beings like the Guardians. Since she’s a Werewolf, I think she’s even catching whiffs of our scent. She takes a couple of steps toward us. We are moments away from being discovered.

And then, from the darkness between the gnarled trunks, they came… Hollow Wolves. Not ordinary wolves, not even ordinary werewolves. These were creatures of corruption, twisted by the magic of Nightbrae’s deeper, older roots that thirsted for power and blood. Their eyes glowed a fierce, unnatural red. Their teeth were jagged, fangs gleaming like shards of obsidian. And their claws tore at the soft soil, leaving blackened gouges in the glowing ground.

The Solar Eclipse Pack was a small pack that consisted of about 500 wolves and 100 of them were warriors. they were located in the rural parts of Virginia, more specific closer to Marion, Virginia. They have been fighting other packs around them for months,because they were the smallest pack of the packs around them. Those fight were more for territory over anything else. The strongest of any of the packs around them was the Blood Lust pack. All they cared about was power and territory.

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.

“There is no way that tiny thing is The Huntress. The Huntress is a myth, a legend.” “She is and she is now Alpha of that pack. So I suggest you swallow your pride because next time you see them because you will apologize. Hector and Bryan? Gamma and Beta to the previous Alpha King. The two young wolves that Owen tried to pick a fight with? They are The Bloodblades in the mercenary community. The young she-wolf? Dr. Shelley is what she is known as in the medical community. The vampire with them? The Morgan Russo.”

He released a howl that alerted the whole pack. In a second, all hell was let loose. Tents were torn and buildings had been ripped apart. Howls and whimpers could be heard as the wolves collided and fought each other savagely. I watched in horror as Thorr leaped at the wolf that looked to be in charge of the attacking wolves. They rolled into the fireplace but Thorr was faster. He put his front paw against the chest of the other wolf. They remained in that position for a second before Thorr bit out a huge chunk from the other wolf's neck.