Odd Future Wolf Gang Kill Them All Novels & Stories

The hatch of the boarding spike exploded inward. The wolves that poured out were nightmares made flesh. They were larger than any Alpha Killian had ever seen, their fur matted with dried blood and chemical stimulants, their eyes glowing with a mindless, drug-induced red haze. They didn't shift; they stayed in a grotesque, semi-feral mid-form, their claws elongated into serrated blades. "For the Rift!" Jada screamed, unleashing a slug from the railgun that turned the first Fenris wolf into a cloud of red mist.

she says. She’s a hundred percent wrong. My wolf and I have more kills than any alpha in North America. We’ve taken on a pack of ferals alone and left their drained carcasses in a heap. The sun-bleached pile of their bones still sits on the border of the southwest quadrant as a warning. The male pups dare each other to go there and steal a bone. It’s become a rite of passage.

"Come to find out, the pack I was from were witch-wolves—hybrids." He finished his slice of pizza and then crossed the room to get a few more pieces, but I already felt his absence. "So, The Skyefrost Pack was your pack?" I nodded, tilting my head to the side. "You knew they were hybrids?" "Yes, of course. If I didn't know about the other packs, I wouldn't be a good Alpha." Xander shrugged, taking another bite of his pizza. "What else did you find out?" I sighed, hating to have ruined our time together. But then again, he was being incredibly open-minded about this. "He was the one who killed River, Macy and Maria, and my Skyefrost Pack."

Another guy stood up, "I'm Ralph Bensen, a member of the beta hounds pack too. I like trekking. If you like to go trekking sometime, I'm pleased to help you." Lucian hit on Ralph's shoulder and made him sit in his place. "I'm Jacob Elrod, member of stealth Mane pack." "I'm Teo, a human." looked at the guys beside him and made a smile at me. "I'm Rudina Hart, alpha female of a howling jaws pack. Nice to meet you, Ms Hopper." Why are there so many werewolves in this class than humans? I saw the guy who helped me from the bus terminal to the school. The talkative guy? He's in this class too?

I spat with venom at the remaining rogues and nomads that attacked us as I threw the dripping five heads at them. The ripped heads rolled toward them; the two heads came from those rogues and another two from nomads who tried to hurt my pack’s Luna, my wife; lastly, the head of their wannabe alpha king. Seeing how badly I killed them, they weakly whimpered. “I, THE FALLEN SPIRIT BLOOD WOLF, ROMULUS, AND THE RUTHLESS SHE-ALPHA OF THE BLOOD MOON PACK, HAYDEN, TELLING YOU NOW THAT THIS BLOODY MADNESS IS OVER…” With a commanding voice with my wolf, I roared as I released from the subspace the twenty dead bodies that I mercilessly killed in front of them. Then added in warning. “…UNLESS YOU WANT

However, it was obvious that we were concerned about the difference. I wondered what he meant. Then he typed again. Wolf: “If you feel unhappy now, killing in the game is helpful to vent your anger.” The game system said in the next second: “Wolf has gone mad and started killing mode.” Wolf killed Snow so easily, just in two moves. Snow seemed could not believe it. “How could you kill me?” Wolf: “So What? Bring her back to life, Lucifer.” I was stunned at the situation. I had thought that Wolf would help Snow to kill me> Unexpectedly, now he kills Snow directly, who was hiding behind him just now.

Four hundred and seventeen, that’s how many I killed. I had counted each one, had memorized the horror on their faces as my wolf tore them to shreds. Some had tried to fight back—some even shifted in an attempt to put me down—but whatever magic they’d carved into my spine sent my wolf into a frenzy that couldn’t be stopped. “I never wanted to do that.” Orion shook his head, staring down at me like I was the scum of the earth. Whatever potion he slipped into my drink must’ve allowed him to see my dream. My insides churned yet again.

After that, a different kind of satisfaction came across me. I enjoyed hunting these human hunters, thus, killing 10 werewolves and being the youngest and best werewolf hunter. Rendall killed 8 werewolves which are also not that bad, Quinn is setting poisonous traps and putting some on the bows granting her 4 kills. We make a great team. “Let’s go, Raffi.” I turned and saw Rendall brushing his mid-length hair using his fingers. “Are you going on a date?” I asked him as I scanned his clothes.

I saw it coming, but I didn't believe it. I see how our warriors are losing the battle, being overwhelmed by the horde of rogues who seem commanded or trained to attack in series and from this stage I hear a loud roar of deep pain. The alpha has just lost his Luna, because of three rogues who attacked her at the same time. She died defending the last pup that were leaving the place. Taking advantage of the instantaneous and crushing pain of losing half of your soul, a gray wolf attacks the alpha, tearing his neck to pieces. The alpha didn't fight. He only let himself be killed by the pestilent rogue. I desperately scream “Noooo”!!!!

Mj gasped and stumbled back, ripping the bottom edges of her dress as dozens of walkers breached her line of sight, Theron howled and Mj looked around as Ed, Ace, and Jay charged toward the horde in their fully shifted forms. The grey and black shaggy patched fur of Moxie’s wolf came up next to Mj and she looked at him with a sickening grin, “Jay said one alive...guess that means they want us to play round up the head while they deal with the body?” Moxie snorted in agreement as the bleeding strangers tried to stumble to their feet with the help of the remaining three intruders. “You must take us to your Alpha” one of them barked again and Mj crossed her arms, “here that Mox...this mother f