Monster Wolves Novels & Stories

Dina's POV He repeated the question, but all I could do was gape at him. I tried to form some words, but my mouth just opened and closed, not making any words. I knew what he meant... Some werewolf legends told of wolves with unimaginable powers. White Wolves were immune to silver and even had the ability to heal others. Dire Wolves were huge beast-like wolves, that could snap a man in half with their strength. Lycans were werewolf legends, rumored to be the children of the Moon Goddess herself, and were the type of monsters that nightmares were made out of. Even Bloodlusted Wolves were more or less considered a novelty, although it wasn't something a wolf was born with. They said it was a d

Even from this distance, I could feel the chill emanating from those ancient stones, a stark reminder of the harsh world I was entering. The Ice Wolves were legendary among our kind, known for their fierce independence and mastery over the cold. Unlike other packs, they were said to draw their power directly from the frozen landscape they called home. Rumors spoke of their ability to blend seamlessly with the snow, to summon blizzards with a howl, and to traverse glaciers that would spell death for any other wolf.

I say, leaning back in my chair. The Dominican Ice Wolves were unlike any other creatures. Their wolves were enormous—six times stronger than even our royal werewolves. Their human forms were so alluring and seductive that they could captivate anyone who laid eyes on them. Their speed was unmatched. Their senses; sight, hearing, smell, touch, taste, and reasoning, were three times sharper than those of normal werewolves. People believe they are deadly because once they get angry or provoked, destruction lingers in the air.

Verina’s wolves fanned out on either side of her, all of them large, dark, with glowing red eyes, crouching down, ready to hurl themselves at my pack. My wolves were equally prepared, stooping low, finding their centers of gravity so they could launch off of the ground and meet any attack midair. Or be the first to strike.

I was happy he did. I immediately went away with my mother. My mom and everyone returned home. We looked all our doors and window. That night my mom and I barely slept. We shared bed. The werewolves howled all night as if they were talking to each other from a distance. There howling was not of an ordinary wolf but a monster wolf. My eyes would open scared whenever I tried to sleep. The morning as my mom and I tried to get some sleep after some silent. I heard a knock on our door.

I smiled back tentatively. “Lords and leaders of the North,” Varul began, and the hall quieted instantly. His deep, controlled voice carried effortlessly through the space. “We lost eight wolves at Linewatch. Two scouts survived long enough to give testimony. The attackers were larger than any wolf known to the North. Fast. Blue in color. No tracks matching known predators were recovered.” He paused as a murmur swept through the hall. I sat up straighter. Blue monsters? This world was determined to make sure I never slept peacefully again.

“No. They should be going to her. Push them away, Ronan!” Ronan tried. His voice grew desperate as he begged the creatures to turn. To leave them. To attack Calla instead. But the monsters did not listen. Their red eyes fixed on Tanya’s group. Saliva dripped from long teeth. They charged. The first monster leaped straight at the wolf closest to Tanya. Its jaws clamped down on his arm with a sickening crunch. The wolf screamed. Blood sprayed across the snow. He tried to stab it, but the creature shook him like a rag and threw him to the ground.

However, his progress was halted when a massive wolf leapt in front of him, its jaws gaping and its eyes flashing with deadly intent. Alister's mind raced as he assessed the situation. The wolf was clearly a beta, but that didn't mean it wasn't a formidable opponent. Its black coat was mottled with patches of fiery red fur, which seemed to glow in the light of the moon. Alister could sense the raw power emanating from the creature, and he knew he would have to be quick and decisive if he wanted to take it down.

He chuckled as he sat down on the empty bench across from Katie and me. I looked up to meet his gaze and he smiled that gorgeous grin at me again. The brunette girl Lauren huffed and rolled her eyes annoyed that he had sat down to talk to me. "That's better. So these markings are a gift from the Moon Goddess. And don't feel bad for being curious about them, everyone is when they first meet me. When I got them the council literally inspected them with a magnifying glass which was weird. No one alive has ever seen anything like this before because they are the markings of a blessed wolf. I'm the first one born in three centuries. The blessed Full Lunar Wolf. I didn't have these until I shifted

The stone beneath the pedestal exploded upward in a spray of razor-sharp shards. From the black void beneath the floor, they emerged. Pale Wolves. They weren't the sleek, noble Lycans of the North. These were monstrous, ancient things. Their fur was the color of bone, matted with cave-dirt and old blood. Their eyes were milky, blind voids that saw through scent and heat. They were twice the size of a standard Alpha, their limbs elongated and twisted, their claws carving deep furrows into the obsidian as they hauled themselves into the light.