Loose Collector Werewolf Novels & Stories

The fragile threads of peace threatened to unravel, and the couple realized that their role in maintaining stability had only just begun. Adrian, donning the mantle of an alpha, convened council meetings with the leaders of his werewolf pack. The air in the dimly lit chamber crackled with tension as the elders questioned the wisdom of aligning with vampires, even under the leadership of a hybrid child. Adrian, his gaze unwavering, emphasized the importance of unity and the need to evolve beyond the cyclical nature of hatred.

“If you look closer, this set of canines is stiffer and bigger compared to the other two. When werewolves are partly shifted, there’s no difference in the teeth count compared to humans. This must be a tactic this wolf used to hide his identity.” My observation had finally gathered their attention. “So we are looking for two humans and a werewolf,” Jared noted. “Yes. But not just any wolf. We are looking for a rogue,” I added. “A rogue?” Declan voiced out. ‘Heart, they don’t need to know everything.’ Spade’s gaze on me sharpened, warning me I am giving these men too much information. ‘You wanted a show. I am giving you one,’ I replied through the mind link. Spade smirked.

I gave him a nod, giving him permission for the kill. He didn’t hesitate and snapped his neck. The rogue whimpered, as did the young rogue she-wolf in front of me who dropped her body on the ground. Her ears pointed downwards to her nozzle. She whimpered as the light leaves the bigger rogue’s eyes before Colton drops his dead body with a thud. I settled my gaze on the she-wolf. Her light brown silky fur glistened under the moonlight. I let my eyes roam over her. She is thin, malnourished, but one thing bothers me.

Vladimir assured her with a kind smile and then stood. “As you all know, vampires don’t always get along with others,” he continued, his voice steady. “I strive for peace, but it’s a hard path. I know you, my King, and your Beta, went to the Dark Forest Pack for docs about wolves with powers. So, here’s my token of trust. I want to work together.” He moved to a pile of boxes, opening one and revealing ancient scrolls. “More books and scrolls, mainly about powers—vampire and otherwise. I didn’t collect or read them, but I figured you might need them, especially with a wolf trying to start a war.” He handed a book to Dad.

“But there’s a voice in my head. It comes without warning and takes over, making me do horrible things.” I stared at him, searching his face for a lie, for any hint of sarcasm, but found none. It left me unsure if I could believe a single word he said. “Other wolves call rogues monsters,” he continued. “But that’s not true. We’re just wolves who came together and formed a pack for ourselves when no one else would accept us.” “But you rogues kill other wolves,” I said bluntly. “Yes. We do,” he replied. “Under my orders.”

Harry Windhelm, one of the elder male betas of the Pack, demanded of Red. Red smiled humorlessly. “Because you won’t have to go in person. All I need is for you to channel me your collective strength. I will need the power of a dozen Werewolves to get the job done. “They have Braiden prisoner, as well. Once I free him, he can help me fight, and we will free Misha together. “For now, the Hunters trust me enough that my attack will take them by surprise.” “Braiden is still alive?!” Harry gawked.

Kael stepped in front of her, massive, protective, lethal. The scent grew stronger. Then a twig snapped. From the shadows stepped a lone wolf, smaller, gray-furred, eyes glowing unnatural amber. It wasn’t pack. It wasn’t wild. It was something else entirely. A spy. A harbinger. And on its flank, burned into the fur like a brand, was a symbol Elara recognized from the old tapestries in the manor... A broken chain wrapped around a bleeding moon. The mark of the northern packs. The mark of war.

While she had been returning, she had collided with her husband, Cole, on the road, who was twenty two years old at that time. As soon as they had collided, they had recognized each other as their mate. But what she did not know was that her husband, Cole, was a monster scarier than anyone else in the pack. Cole’s wolf was aggressive and bad. As soon as he had recognized Elsa as his mate, he had lost control over his wolf. He had turned into his wolf halfway, and had kidnapped Elsa on the spot. Elsa had screamed and shouted in surprise and fear and had protested against Cole’s tight hold over her hips and body but she was a weak werewolf. Her strength was nothing compared to Cole’s.

With a determined expression, he led Emily forward, their footsteps echoing in the quiet stillness. As they approached the altar, a figure emerged from the shadows, its form shifting from that of a human to a majestic, silver-furred werewolf. The creature's eyes gleamed with a mix of wisdom and ancient knowledge, a testament to its age and authority. It was the Alpha, the leader of the werewolf pack. The Alpha's voice carried a deep resonance, commanding attention as it spoke. "Welcome, Emily Harper and Adam Brentwood. You have ventured far, guided by your desire to uncover the truth. But be warned, for the truth can be a double-edged sword, revealing both light and darkness."

“What kind of lunatic would do that? Did he say?” “No, he didn’t give much details. Although he did say that the body was positively identified as a werewolf. But I’m still unsure what pack he belongs,” Luca replies, his expression grim. “Do you think the rogues are behind this?” Jace asks. “They’ve been gathering their forces for the past few months. And with the Moon Harvest Festival coming up, those fuckers will sure as hell employ more aggressive tactics. I won’t be shocked if this is just one of their opening moves,” Reed says through gritted teeth.