Mad Wolf Novels & Stories

FK! FK! we fell right into her trap, she turned and walked towards the bars again, (( so you know what happens now don't you? my mate comes for me, destroys your pack, your brother dies etc etc )) {{ no one knows how to find this pack Jewel }} she makes a buzzer sound (( ehhh wrong answer, you see these beautiful brown eyes, well they're actually green, they're covered with lens, camera lens, my mate has been watching us this entire time! and these beautiful earrings, tracking device unfortunately )) oh goddess fk fk fk! {{ you are cunning too cunning for your own good, you came in here and told me everything, aren't you afraid I'd tell me brother }} (( doesn't matter because it won't chan

The two strangers in front of me, the same individuals I’d seen in California in their wolf forms in my back yard that had caused us to have to leave to come to Montana, looked just as menacing as humans as they did as wolves. The girl had short, dark hair, wild with curls, and narrow eyes. She was tall and muscular. She wore the same sort of outfit Raven had when she shifted, and honestly, they looked a little similar, though I wasn’t about to declare they were related. The male was even taller than her, with broad shoulders, though not as muscular as Sam, and shoulder-length, dirty blond hair that fell in uneven waves. He was scruffy even as a human.

"What's that?" "What's what? Oh, the wolf?"

Their leader is a black wolf with blue eyes, and he wants to stand on the high cliff and declare war on his opponent. The Red Wolve did not dare to stop but only dared to lean to the side. Wolves usually have gray and yellow fur, but with wolves having white, black, and red fur is very special. The black wolf that received the order to distract Windy was just a wolf with yellow fur because to distract the opponent, he disguised himself to look like Ezra.

He was holding a microphone as he walked into the center. “Welcome fellow inmates.” His voice boomed in the ring, “We’ve gathered here for yet another fight between an Alpha and a Vampire. Let us first present the Werewolf that stands one-ninety centimeters in height and one-ninety-one pounds of solid muscle. He’s known to be one of the most ruthless creatures in Dark Water prison and is famously known as the Savage Alpha, presenting Maverick Randolf!”

“Boss searched for your information, Rebel, and there’s only one wolf who can give it to you.” Rebel nodded. “Tell me.” “Walker Solomon.” Rebel stiffened. Walker Solomon was likely the only rebel wolf on the North American continent who Rebel didn’t have under his thumb—and the one wolf he refused to deal with. The owner and proprietor of a supernatural casino near Amarillo, Texas, Solomon was a rebel werewolf and businessman. Aside from being Rebel’s only rival, Solomon was the craziest bastard Rebel had ever had the misfortune to encounter.

He’s a disgrace,* Felix said, and I agreed. Suddenly a huge midnight black wolf broke into the meadow, seething in anger. If there were still packs led by Alphas, father would certainly be it. The aura that his wolf put out was one of a king. Felix immediately sat on his two back legs and bared his neck in submission. The sound of a snowmobile broke through the night air now, Mother. We stood in wait, surely about to get a lecture and a punishment. The black wolf licked the wounds on his son’s body as the injured wolf whined and whimpered. He’d be healed in two days, max. What a baby. Well, if his wolf isn’t that strong it could take longer...

The large gray wolf snarled once again: "DAMON NEEDS MOTUS ALIVE...FOR NOW. CATCH HIM!" Ahead of the group, almost a few meters away was Motus. He ran in his black and white husky form; laughing away at their attempt to catch him. "You'll never get your filthy paws on me! Hahaha we've done this hunt every night and you've had no luck! Just give up already!"

Messiah Jordy "Mate..." I could swear I heard the sound of a wolf's cry in my ears almost as loud as I heard Axl's second cry that evening. Emphasis on the word, "second". I turned sharply to find a man standing behind us. His fierce eyes pierced into mine, as though he had just heard the same voice as I heard. Could he be...? I turned to look at Jamal, then returned my gaze to the man. I was standing between my two mates. While the first one, my bestfriend, had so coldly rejected me and said he wanted nothing to do with me, the second man stared down at me like a I was a ghost, a freak. But was he wrong? I was a girl who couldn't admit she was a girl, so I had the world think that I w

I couldn’t help but smile at the fascination that sparked in his eyes. “What on bloody earth is that?” he asked. “A magic mirror,” I teased before explaining to him the best way I could what exactly a television set was. I asked if he wanted to watch a movie, recalling the extensive DVD collection we’d found earlier that night. I asked him to pick a movie and he returned with two interesting picks: Chicago and the Godfather. It was almost a reflection of the kind of person that he was – a musician and a killer whose loyalty to family stood above all else – either way, tormented, with darkness constantly looming over him.