Hero Forge Wolf Novels & Stories

My wolf who has been asleep for so long woke up , tugging at me to attend to what I was feeling, and that pissed me up more than ever, my wolf is weak, I can feel it, it will take time before he adjusts to everything again, even though he has been ignoring me for so long, It felt good to have him back. I knew I have to find the voice and do something about it, the faster the voice gets out of my head the faster I can get back to my business. I have coke here to relax, not here to safe anyone whatsoever, but since Bolt, my wolf was nudging me on, there was no way I can ignore him, so let get this over with.

Every step sent sharp pain through his ribs, but he gritted his teeth and focused on Liora’s determined face, he wouldn’t fall behind. A huge crimson-furred wolf, the one from the ridge, the soldier burst from the trees ahead, blocking their path. It stood on its hind legs, intelligent, hateful eyes locking on Liora. Ash didn’t slow down; instead, he slammed into the beast, his knife flashing silver. The wolf roared and swiped a clawed paw that tore through leather and flesh. Ash grunted from the pain but drove his knife deep into its shoulder. “Ash!” Liora cried out.

The arrow remaining in her hand flies toward another but he dodges it quickly. She's putting up one hell of a fight. But my men can handle a she wolf. She smacks Odin, one of my best fighters, with her wooden bow, splintering it into pieces. I hear Odin hiss as the woman lunges at him and I smell fresh blood. Everyone freezes except the woman. No, she takes her opening, bolting into the nearest trees. No one, not even me, had gotten the upper hand on Odin since he came to our pack. "Go get her!" My voice booms as I snatch the arrow from my shoulder. "Who is she?" I growl at the man Dimitri still holds.

The time for words had been slaughtered by the sound of the enemy’s war horns. At the base of the cliffs, the Silver Fang advance guard came to a halt. In the center of the silver-clad ranks sat a man on a massive, prehistoric-looking white wolf. He was a mountain of muscle and scars. A jagged mark ran from his temple to his jaw, pulling his lip into a mocking sneer. This was Alpha Fenris, the butcher of the North.

“I came back to this territory just to avoid pack trouble, but if your claws push my spirit any further, my wolf will not hold back at all!” Hidden deep inside my long dress sleeve is a sharp silver wolf-needle, ready to turn his male body into a useless eunuch if it becomes necessary. My hands might lack giant silver wealth, high power, and pack status in Myhill CrestHALL, but my wolf knows exactly how to defend her own skin. Those five winters spent studying lore inside the quiet woods of Frostfang Hollow had not been wasted at all. Gage ignores my sharp warning, continuing to undress his leather armor, but before his claws can act, the driver suddenly slams on the vehicle brakes with a lo

The scent of rogues hit me, foul and intrusive, as I raced toward my home. The clearing came into view, chaos erupting. Rogues and pack wolves clashed violently, the stench of death and rotting flesh thick in the air. My eyes locked on a large brown wolf. My claws extended instinctively, and I lunged, tearing through its throat. Blood spattered across my fur, but I didn’t pause. Another wolf jumped at me, trying to pin me down, but I rolled, forcing him beneath me, snapping his neck with calculated precision. Around me, Torey and Prince shifted, tearing into rogues with brutal efficiency. But I ignored them, focusing on the scent I had been chasing all this time.

They watched with wide eyes, some hiding tears behind their paws. “Seraphine,” a massive black wolf with silver streaks stepped forward, bowing his head in sorrow. “We judged you unfairly. Forgive us.” “None of us understood what you endured,” Thalor added, his amber eyes glistening. I allowed myself a small smile. The weight on my chest lightened as my new wolf, Nytheris, stirred within me. His fur shimmered like smoke and midnight combined, eyes glinting gold with the curiosity and courage that matched my own. He nuzzled my side, vibrating with contentment.

He was still clad in the same black armor from before, and in the dim light, his silver fur looked more like tarnished steel. His gaze met mine, and he walked toward me with a smile. At least that’s how it looked on the face of an anthropomorphic wolf. “Welcome back, Cathwulf,” he said in that deep, booming voice. “I trust that your mission was a success.” I parted my jaws to answer, but Griff stepped between us. “I’ll be happy to give you a full briefing,” he said through clenched teeth. “But you will excuse my mate, who needs clothes.”

a terrible price. So listen to the wulfen story and find out why. Back when Russ first came to Fenris to recruit his warriors, there was a Jarl named Wulfen. He was a mighty, fallen, strong man, proud of his power. He was a man skilled in the art of war above all else, and he was only defeated once in his life, and that was by Russ, who humiliated him in front of all his people , but when he saw a worthy warrior, he spared him. and offered him a place among his warriors. Russ spoke to the Fenris gathering and told them about his plan. He offered them power and a vast span of years if they would follow him to wage war between the stars. They roared their approval and hailed Russ as their lea

And Argos’s friends. Argos lifts his head and lets out a small bark. I laugh, “ I didn't know you could bark.” Two more wolves walk in and stand next to Argos. “ These must be your friends.” I lift my hand to the tan colored one. “ May, I? I just want to make sure you aren’t hurt.” He sits on his hunches and lifts his head. I look him over and see he is fine. I scratch between his ears “ Thank you, sir.” I turn to the other wolf that is more golden “ How about you miss? Can I look you over?” I asked.