Kipo Wolves Novels & Stories

While the king was in the pits of all its glory in controlling the world, unfortunately a group of stupid, patriotic people intruded and wanted to steal the glory from them. The White Wolf Clan. A group of enforcers around the world that was formed to maintain peace and order of the world. When the United Nations was formed the White Wolf's Clan also merged. They were the peace and order body of the United Nations. They fought and interfered with heinous crimes, maintained peace and order and the human rights of people. And the other Wolf's disgusted them so much because they were playing the hero card. For them they were a bunch of hypocrite that prevented all the people from having a happy

Karen and Lila were far enough out of the circle for the buck to think he had an avenue of escape. The buck heard something. His head came up and he scented the air. Wolves! The odor was thick around him, except to the north. He ran for his life towards safety. The wolves took off after him but his escape was cut off by two snarling wolves, one auburn, one blond. His only choice was to try to leap over them. Karen saw him gather himself to jump and she lunged at the same time, gripping his neck with her powerful jaws. The blood filled her mouth, and she reveled in it.

Kian told me, keeping his eyes focused on the screen. Whilst, from the corner of my eye, I tracked down the length of my hoodie to his knees. My lips curled into a frown to see the fabric held onto him tightly, giving no way for it to ride up when he walked. Not that I wanted that. "Just because they don't fall into the estimated age range doesn't implicate them." I reminded him, he tilted his head to the side, and gave me a square look. "Aren't you aware that the age range comprises of wolves who hadn't shifted yet. But according to this list, some of these people are already over eighteen." He explained, dangerously close to my face.

I glanced up, seeing Kaylee entering and handing him a washcloth that he then began to clean the blood from his chest with. "The attack today was just the start. The two wolves on our land were decoys. They were small, weak, and malnourished. Their intent was not to cause damage. They were a distraction. While we were dealing with them, the rogues were pressing in. Every time we increased our men in one area, they pushed closer in another." Parker tossed the washcloth to the table in front of him before pulling out his seat at the head of the table and offering it to Kaylee. She sat down with a small smile, her hand on her stomach, and he grabbed the seat next to her to join the rest of us,

I saw none. Turner made his way to the front of the crowd. He was immediately surrounded by a group of werewolf protectors and hunters with arrows aimed at him. I moved my hand from Bazaar petrified. "I'm not a werewolf," said Turner as a single hand reached into his pocket. "Move again and you'll be killed," warned one of the protectors. "Be calm, I'm just searching for wolfbanes to show you I'm not one of those disgusting creatures," said Turner.

I could feel it. I was next in line for the position of the Alpha. It was two months till the Carmella, and I'd not yet found my mate. I was going to suffer for being the freak of the Pack. This was a big crime. Anyone who ever happened to pass their eighteenth year without finding their mate, here in the South Pack, was considered an anomaly. They were always banished, while the unfortunate ones ended up being killed. I swallowed hard at the thought. A knock on the door jerked me away from my thought. "Come in," I said in a placid tone, sensing it was my mother. I watched in the mirror as the door swung aside and true to my expectation, it was her.

Or the things he thought were problems. So, we ran to the closest park. The place where four wolves playing in the shadows wouldn't alarm anyone passing by. Alastair slowed to a crawl once we came closer. Amadeus flew by, followed close by Lysander. Scanning the area, they gave a single yip to let us know it was safe. As if we would get mugged.

Kimi rolled over and snuggled deeper into the duvet. “Colorado?” I asked, wondering what was so special about Colorado. “Yeah, wolves in Colorado were nearly wiped out by 1945. My great grandparents lived there for a little while before it became too dangerous to shift.” This was the second time she mentioned shifting with safety related words. “What happens if you go too long without shifting?” Kimia yawned. “We get super moody, and a little violent. Dad says that wolves who settle in big cities where they can’t shift without notice tend to end up in prison.”

I don't understand. "Do you understand what Alpha Kennedy means?" Kiana steps up to me. She's dressed in plait and cargo pants, similar to last time. Her hair is pulled back in an intricate braid, revealing a tattoo that looks something like a triquetra. "The packs all have a responsibility to their Wolves. And Solari has every intention of holding them to those responsibilities."

Quite clever to be honest, but also risky. Today is the day when the Lawkers put on a ceremony as a peaceful gathering for supernatural creatures that every leader must attend, which include witches, wolves, and vampires. As for others, they are free to come as they please. The Lawkers, according to what he told me, are the very first five wolves to ever walk on paws. The more wolves that were born, the more they needed laws to follow to avoid chaos, so the five wolves made those rules. That's why they are called Lawkers.