Modvitnir's Rig Lore Novels & Stories

I was happy and I had all the things I could possibly dream of having, but it sure as hell wasn't an easy ride to get here. "Take a moment to imagine our pack captured a rogue and that rogue just happened to be my mate. Continue imagining that this rogue used sarcasm as a natural defence and had an answer for basically everything. Now imagine our father was the reason this rogue was a rogue in the first place and she had nothing left so she pretty much demanded that I earn her trust, to prove I was nothing like our father. Imagine that I did this for almost two weeks, only seeing this rogue three times in that period, during which time I killed two guards and almost killed our Alpha. Imagine

And then, when Natalie was done—the last of them after Mack—Rig stood, drawing me up next to him. “Thank you,” he said. “I accept your vows. And I vow in return that my authority will only be used to aid you. My strength will be used to protect you. And any offspring the Creator chooses to bless us with will be raised to honor you.” My skin snapped, like rubber bands had been released to slap against it. The weight of these vows, of this energy building between them… it was tangible. A weight, though not an uncomfortable one. But as the others began to relax and smile, as Rig turned like he was going to tug me from the room, I tightened my grip on him. It was in me to thank them. To make the

As he was in the doorway with the knob in his hand, he turned his head. “I'll just say this once, Saga. Don't you dare help those two families any deeper. The girl you're looking for is Hugo Supernova's prey. She is a holy blooded wolvire.” Saga gasped, his eyes staring at his father without blinking. Mrs. Adrian stood up and said, “You don't need to worry anymore because INDICENT must have helped them. Just shut up and don't get into trouble. We don't want anything to happen to you, all right?”

“Alpha, I came to get you for breakfast. Are you okay? You look upset.” “Mel sent all of my stuff and things from our wedding. Have breakfast without me. I need to go for a run.” With that, I closed the door in her face and went back into my room. Grabbing a pair of shorts, I went outside. I found a place in the tree line to place my clothes; then, I tried to shift. Nothing happened. I tried again and still nothing. “Storm, what is going on? Why aren’t we shifting?” His voice was emotionless, “I just lost my mate. Can you give me some time?”

Vimar fights against the rope, he throws himself back and forth with frustrated grunts where he is tied to the tree trunk. Brage grunts at him to be quiet so he doesn't attract the demonic creatures, Indra just looks at Brage and shakes her head at Vimar. She swings her legs and kicks him hard on the shin. He squeals and looks bewildered at Indra, before she nods towards the campfire and The Army of Cain that’s gathered around it.

Ragnar's voice thundered, reverberating through the area with such intensity that it seemed capable of shattering eardrums. Marvins, an Alpha in his own right, struggled against the overpowering compulsion to bend to Ragnar's will. The inner conflict tore at his body and mind, causing unbearable turmoil. However, Thuy reached out to him through their mind link, urging him to resist the unrelenting force.

They've been lured to a trap for letting their guard down. Rigor, an elf prince. The crime he did,was simple. Killed his brother that was promised to a throne. Becuase of jealousy he went down to such extreme measures. Rigor known as one of the powerful elf. He had the magic of water and earth. He can manipulate a mind wether what kind and what force. This one is powerful. This time he's the one who smirk. "Do not belittle my friends. You all knew what they're capable of?"

I fell to the ground and his body pinned me down. No, no, no. I clawed at him with my wolf claws but that had little to no effect on him. He took control of my hands and pinned them above my head with one of his hands. He put my lower body down with his body. His other hand began to unzip my trousers. I tried to dislodge him but he wouldn't budge. He was a rogue but somehow, his power was that of either an alpha or a beta, the only two forces that could overcome my gamma blood.

Tossing the towel and Raija's dress over my shoulder, I walked to my temporary cave home. It was degrading and a downgrade from the home I once occupied as Alpha. I would still be Alpha if I had my mate but there was no way I could defeat two others who challenged me during my younger years. Being a rogue now for several years has taught me much and I have grown much stronger, larger and wiser. When I stood before the opening of my cave home I glanced back at the direction I had traveled. Before releasing the dress I inhaled her scent, making sure it got embedded deeply in my sinus cavities.

Heather rolled her eyes and glared at me. Tabitha, our house slave, entered the room carrying two trays filled with food and drinks. She is a Sigma, the lowest ranking wolf in the pack. They are all females eighteen and older who are unmated. Sigmas can’t have mates. They also don’t have wolves. They go into heat once a month, and every male in the vicinity of her goes nuts wanting to shag her. They are hated by everyone and forced to be pack slaves.