Kipo Wolves Novels & Stories

The latter are the most numerous wolves; however, they cannot transform, having no access to their animal party, and they are also less instinctive than the others. The prime pack is made up of betas with a mental connection to the alpha. The latter is at the origin of this link, but it is established a priori only with a consenting person. Chris assured me that no psychic control was performed on them. In any case, only the K-ONE is able to do such a thing. Each new K-ONE is evaluated by his pack based on his behaviour, and if it considers the newcomer unfit, he is mercilessly dismissed, losing all his property, which goes to his successor. A priori, it is not good to refuse the resignation

The room hummed with quiet urgency as they reviewed the latest intelligence. Kira’s voice was steady but urgent as she spoke, “Our most recent reconnaissance confirms significant enemy activity along the western border. Estimates put their numbers between forty and seventy wolves. Their formation is tight, and they are clearly coordinating under a single command. The symbols on their gear indicate allegiance to the old regime—they’re not just a band of dissidents; they’re an organized force with a purpose.”

Killan carries a deep-seated aversion towards his involvement in the grand scheme of the Goddess, yet he finds himself unable to evade his role. Alpha Killan was abruptly jolted out of his deep contemplation when the intercom on his desk buzzed to life, announcing a call from his secretary. "Sir," the secretary informed Alpha, "the packless wolves have arrived for the interview." The man berated himself for recalling his appointment and agenda for the day. He has to look for werewolves that are not part of a Pack but are not rogue and observe, observe, and question them. They are docile wolves that coexist with people.

Several wolves staggered, caught off balance by the sudden shift in energy. My breath caught. “He’s… is he speaking to the land?” Liora asked incredulously. “Yes,” I replied rubbing the bridge of my nose. “And it’s listening.” I stepped forward before anyone could stop me, boots crunching softly against the dirt as I crossed the inner perimeter. Power coiled beneath my skin, Omega resonance flaring outward in response. “You stand on Blackridge territory,” I called. “State your business or leave.” The wolf looked up at me.

He whispered to me. Beta Leo walked in. He closed and locked the door. "Shall we begin?" Alpha Zev and Luna Maisie directed everyone to form a loose circle around me. Beta Leo opened a massive book and began reading. "From time immemorial, our people have welcomed our new wolves with a ceremony to recognize our pack connection and strength. The Moon Goddess gifts us our wolves. We are stronger, faster and smarter when we work with our wolves. We honor the Goddess by accepting our wolves and allowing them to take our physical form and make it their own. We each must learn to respect our wolves, and our wolves must learn to respect us."

That seemed highly unlikely since, if I’m not mistaken, Keira came all the way from Norway. There was about a five to ten percent chance of one of us being related to whichever Pack she came from before going here, and that would only be if one of the wolves were once part of their Pack before finding their mates here. And like I said, mates are pretty much nonexistent in the Blazing Wolves. Curiosity and confusion got the better of me as I hurriedly got back down and when I arrived at the lobby, surprise greeted me. Sho Chiaki, one of the few inaugurated wolves of our Pack was standing in front of Keira, his eyes and mouth wide open as if he was looking at a ghost.

The dogs kept on looking at Jai and he couldn’t stay calm from their gaze. “Um, hi?” Jai greeted them. But they didn’t even flinch. The little girl giggled beside him and started pointing one by one to the dogs around them. “All of them are boys. This is Kiki, he is a Koshi beast. This is Olsen, he is a moonwolf. Lastly, Hugo, he is a Bronzaback Direwolf. He is the boss from these two, but they are very good friends with each other. We are a pact.”

He waited until nightfall and just as the stars peeked out; Kip sent the signal. Screams erupted as his pack moved in. Targeting homes, pulling people from their homes. The ones that fought back were instantly killed. Some of his wolves were setting houses on fire. It was pure chaos and war fair. Kip sat back watching it all like he was watching a movie with pure joy on his face. The screams, the smell of smoke and blood; all of it sent him into bliss. Twenty minutes. That's all it took. Twenty minutes of attempting to defend themself and it was all over. Alpha he will surrender on one condition.

Only the strongest and the best warrior can work as a Quill warrior. We are in Quilluet Pack, the strongest, biggest, and oldest pack in the world. There are about 12.000 werewolves living in Quilluet's teritory. There are so many strong warriors from this pack, including our Alpha, Alpha Eaton Flynn. He is known as the strongest alpha in the world now. He took over this pack when he was only 16 years old. He is very attractive too......well at least that's what i heard.

By noon, the Black Ridge courtyard was overflowing with thirty-two wolves, all of whom had been sent by their respective packs with the instruction: "They have too much energy, they’re causing brawls, and if they don't learn how to sit still, we’re going to exile them." They were a motley crew of scruffy, disgruntled, and overwhelmingly bored young wolves who looked at the fortress of Black Ridge with a mix of suspicion and open mockery. "Knitting," one of them sneered, a lean, scarred wolf named Kaelen from the Eastern Crags. He looked at Silas, who was standing on the battlements with a clipboard and a very sharp pencil. "You’re really going to make us knit, 'Master Beta'?"