Mononoke Wolves Novels & Stories

When I lifted my head, I saw the poor wolf shifting and almost threw up when I saw who it was. Monica, one of my front gate guards, was bleeding out on the ground in front of me. I shifted back into my human form, reaching out to take her hand in mine as she stared at me. She squeezed my hand tightly as my other hand covered her wound that was going to kill her at the severity. looked up at her face when she tried to clear her throat. "I killed him, I'm so sorry, Alpha."I looked over at the wolf that she just killed to notice that he was one of the members of the other packs that were helping us. I noticed that the wolves' eyes were a dark purple that resembled a red that matched a rogues'

One of the vampires shrieked, and Black ran towards them with angry eyes and slashed at him, wanting to separate his head from his body if it wasn't for his treachery from behind. Aaron turned with him to support him, as the Alpha could not fight them alone. That is impossible! Zayn backed away and howled so loudly that the vampire retreated backwards with great fear. This howling is a call to the rest of his flock!!! One of them turned with wide eyes when he saw a large horde of wolves running in the distance headed by his Jack betta wolf and his father Stephen Black immediately transformed and wore what one of his wolves threw his teeth at him carelessly and hurriedly while his wolves foug

“ I don’t think it’s a perfect way to make an en_” It happened like a flash of lightning before I could even complete my sentence, It jumped out of the bush and started howling, I couldn’t believe my eyes , Was I seeing an actual wolf ? It was a huge black wolf, Monica did say it was a wolf territory but she also said it was safe , It was moving closer to me , howling . “ What the fuck ? What the fuck ? What the fuck ?” I fell to the ground, screaming in shock , I shut my eyes untill the howling was over and when I opened it , I couldn’t believe my eyes .

The shared knowledge wasn’t just about acquiring new skills; it was about mutual respect and appreciation of each other’s unique strengths. This collaborative learning extended to the arts and crafts. The Silvermoon wolves, renowned for their intricate silverwork, introduced the Duskwood wolves to new techniques and materials. The Duskwood wolves, in turn, shared their expertise in working with furs and hides, creating stunning garments and practical items that reflected the unique beauty of their forest home. These collaborative projects not only enriched the material culture of both packs but also fostered a deeper understanding and appreciation of each other’s artistic sensibilities. The

Alpha Knight ordered for them to form a circle so everyone could face the dozen rogue wolves all around them. There was something about these wolves. Their clothes were tattered, moldy and stained in places. Their eyes were red and distant, yet held cruelty. They all were Japanese by the looks of it and smelled like wolves. But there was something else. Something none of them could pinpoint yet. ‘Olive, you be careful,’ Wayne warned in their mindlink. She was facing the other way, her fists already bared ready in defense.

When the sun was setting at dusk, Alpha Tate ran through the woods in his brown-furred wolf, along with Beta Mannon’s black wolf and Xiera’s grey wolf. They caught sight of a few rogues and were chasing them down. This rogue-hunting expedition already lasted eight months, yet he and everyone else doubted that they caught every single scoundrel there was in the Kingdom of Mondeideal.

There was a tale passed through generations, reaching the 21st Century, about a group of werewolves’ special mutation that brings out dormant abilities from a family’s genetic line. They were said to be marked and blessed by the moon goddess for they were the first of her followers. They were given the title of Legacy Wolves, keeping up their tradition and passing on their special traits through their children.

Don’t they get that? I do not want to storm into a wolf compound, killing innocent wolves, risking the life of my wife and unborn child. Killing another wolf for following the orders of their Alpha, how can I do that? I do not care about Macon and Angie; they can both die, but the wolves in Macon’s pack. They are only following his lead. They may not even agree with him and be stuck in the situation. I had seen firsthand wolves following their Alpha even when they knew it was wrong. The wolves in his pack may not have a choice in the matter, or they could be unaware of the situation. Macon is a ruthless leader and a real son of a bitch.

I always wondered why there are no black wolves in the modern world. More precisely, why I have not yet come across one. After all, my inner beast is a black wolf. And the answer was simple - I'm from another world, the world of magic and sorcery. Also, the gift of fire flows in my veins, and after traveling to the universe of my ancestors, I was finally able to curb it. It was only after visiting the house of my grandparents that I managed to truly learn how to control my flame. Now I will no longer allow you to wipe your feet on me, because my strength is in no way inferior to the strength of any alpha male. The frightened puppy is a thing of the past and, if necessary, I will force everyo

Pete and Annie stepped out of the way. “What are they?” asked Sarah breathlessly. “Kelpies, the only breed of horse large enough to be able to carry a werewolf.” said a voice behind them. They turned to see a monk walking down to join them. “Brother Andrew!” squealed Sarah, “How are you?” “I’m well thanking you.” he smiled at them both. “I just wanted to congratulate you on a most successful and well executed plan.” “Thank you.” said Sarah, “It did go rather will didn’t it.”