Naruto Wolf Bloodline Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Naster could feel his blood boil in anger as he screamed in pain, his body burning, and soon lost his sanity as the soul of countless wolves took over his body. TBC Maple Writes Don't forget to leave a comment, share and give me reviews for me to know if there are things that I should improve with and change at the same time. Have a good day. Enjoy reading.

I am glad I am not one of them. “Have you seen your pants?” I ignore Henrar and focus to locate a fresh strawberry scent. I will get it over with quickly, have Sig seal the bond and then I am flying back home to present the new Luna, stop the advances on my territory and keep the Council and the King off my back. Best plan ever! “Good hunting!” Sig says and I let Henrar take over. I am the only wolf with royal blood that hunts and so my wolf is by far the biggest one. With light brown fur and the same blue eyes as me, a perk of sharing the First Blood.

Its clear Nakel has become like a little brother to her over the passing months and she's becoming protective of him. "The tables will turn soon. Next month Nakel will be getting his wolf. Nakel is of beta blood. He'll be naturally stronger and then the fight won't be fair for them." The young juveniles fight to establish ranking amongst themselves and since Nakel will be one of the strongest, he's a target for now, but once he gets his wolf, Nakel will establish his ranking amongst them, which is at the top. "It still isn't fair. They can at least wait until he gets his wolf." She looks away, over at the hill at Nakel.

“You’ve got something else... something old inside you.” I whip around to face her, my wolf surging to the surface, my eyes flashing molten gold. “Shut up,” I snarl. “Both my parents are pure-blooded wolves. Royal blood. There’s no witchcraft in my veins.” Gen just smiles. Slow. Mocking. “I’m a druid of the ancient lines, Kira. I know what I’m seeing. You’re not just a wolf. You’re... something more.” I grab her by the collar of her tunic, yanking her so close she can see the fire burning in my gaze.

I mumbled as softly as I could, knowing that he would still be able to perceive what came out of my mouth. "Your blood. I’m sure that you can feel all of these monsters around you, and they all have the same goal—to devour you alive and bring your blood to their respective leaders. They might even sell it in an auction or something," he replied. The wolf jumped from above, and before I could have even reacted, he had already held me captive with his broad shoulders. "You’re coming with me whether you like it or not, Luna. I won’t let a random wolf get a taste of your precious blood," he whispered directly to my ears.

I asked, my inquiry hanging in the air, a crucial piece of the puzzle awaiting revelation. Oneka glanced around before answering, "An Arctic wolf's." My eyes widened at the unexpected twist, my mind racing to fathom the intricate connections that wove this dark tapestry of manipulation. "What?" I exclaimed, my bewilderment mirroring the tumult within my thoughts. "But how, what...wait, what's happening?" I questioned, my world unraveling with every word. Razor Tails’ blood, infused with the blood of an Arctic wolf? How was that possible? Why would Cyrus do that?

And I’m glad I did. “This is why I need to complete my army! Once they’re done, I’ll kill every single one of these incompetent things!” “Relax, my son,” I say, forcing another smile, my steps slow and calculated as I approach him. “The black wolf is powerful… because he carries the Crescent Bloodline,” I add, the hatred in my voice unmistakable. “But we can bend him. He’s only managed to protect his mate—” “She’s mine!” he growls, voice hot and sharp. “Fuck that bond! She was made for me.”

"What if I'm not ready? What if tomorrow night I freeze up or make the wrong choice?" He was quiet for a long moment, studying my face in the moonlight, then he shook his head, “I don’t think you could if you tried, besides, my wolf has noticed something powerful in your wolf, explains the multiple mates if anything. Besides, your Alpha bloodline was unique. Most Alpha lines have black or dark grey wolves, whereas the Blackthorne line was known for white or golden wolves. If they need proof, they’ll get it tomorrow.” His words sent a shiver through me that had nothing to do with the cool night air. A white or golden wolf, I tried to imagine what that would look like, what it would feel like

"Years ago, you father uncovered what exactly your mother's blood was." Nyra turned to listen to what he had to say. "He discovered that you inherited it." "What did I inherit?" "An ancient wolf bloodline. One that can command other wolves." Nyra's gaze narrowed. "Command?" "They can awaken something deep within the mind of the reciever." Her father finally spoke. "That will do." "No." Nyra shook her head. Her father frowned. "Let him finish." "As I was saying, not only was she from an ancient bloodline. She was its last surviving heir."

“I… I understand. I am… I am yours. I am Alpha. I am Bloodburn.” Her hand brushed against my fur, gentle, grounding. “And I am here, always. You will never be alone again. Our blood runs together. Our legacy continues. And together… we will face what comes.” The moon above us seemed to pulse in answer. I raised my massive head, eyes reflecting silver light. A howl tore from my throat, primal, echoing through the night. It was not just a cry. It was a declaration. It was my birthright. It was the awakening of Alina Bloodburn, the Mega Alpha wolf, the culmination of lineage, power, and legacy.