Romans & histoires Omega Wolves

As the first rays of dawn painted the sky in hues of orange and pink, the werewolf pack gathered in the heart of Luka's territory, their eyes ablaze with determination. Ardolf, a towering figure with a mane of jet-black fur, exchanged a knowing glance with Brian, his trusted lieutenant. Athena, with her sleek silver coat and piercing amber eyes, stood by their side, ready for the impending battle. Behind them, the rest of their pack, a formidable force of loyal warriors, awaited the signal.

Omegas were the commonest tier, and like Deltas, it was totally random being an Omega. There were major differences between the three tiers. Alphas had red eyes in their wolf forms, Deltas had orange eyes while Omegas had yellow eyes. Alpha wolves were larger in size, and the strongest, while Delta wolves were smaller, but faster. Omega wolves were the frailest of them all. They often had issues turning to their wolf forms as they got tired often. Alphas also had the ability to talk with everyone via a mind link when in wolf form, but Deltas and Omegas couldn’t. I mean, they could talk with the Alphas, but not with other Deltas or Omegas.

The Red Moon Pack grounds were quiet now, but the sounds of the morning’s trouble still felt like an unwanted visitor in the air. Wolves walked slowly through the clearing, their fur messy with dirt and frost. The older wolves and leaders whispered to each other, thinking about what had happened. Their eyes often looked at him; Alexander Grey, the omega who had fought like a storm nobody expected. Some looked at him with wonder, others with jealousy they tried to hide, and a few with careful fear.

To take that first step into an existence different from anything she'd ever known. She was alone for the moment with no one to tell her she was crazy, so she concentrated very hard. Mike? Is that you? Holy god! It was just like the book said. Black and white wolves retained the ability of human thought. Was that what allowed them to communicate telepathically? You heard me? Damn! It really works. What works? That shifters can communicate with humans chosen as their mates. Jamie nearly dropped the bowl. Mates? Did he say mates?

“Where’d you learn that?” “High school,” Jake said, slamming it into gear. “Long story.” Tyres shrieked on torn asphalt. The W.R.X. launched. Wolves pounded after them, then one by one peeled off, howls echoing under concrete. At the head of the pack, a scarred she-wolf—taller, broader—snarled, snapping at a male that edged too close. They didn’t follow. They watched. They always watched. Jake tore a glance in the mirror. Nothing but yellow eyes and patient rage.

He said as he winked at him. "Yes. Just one day. Just one day." Alexander said, much more to himself. He'd been trying to convince himself. Mike right, Vee and Monika would protect her. After all, those three were irrevocably in love with each other. The Black Wolf's Clan Empire was the largest and most influential in the world, consists of four factions, mainly the Fairy Wolf's Clan in which they operated in the black market and drug operations. The Vamp Wolf's Clan faction was divided into two cluster, in the morning who attacked and operates in sunrise and the night crawlers who invade at night. They were specialized in human trafficking. They loved having humans as their slaves in all a

But there was a rustle of leaves behind them. My eyes twitched towards the treeline. Several wolves snarled behind them. Advanced slowly, snouts to the ground. I smiled at Eugene. Those weren’t our men. Those were Lover’s Quarrel wolves. Just in front of the pack stood a burly woman. Her hair was pulled back but clearly greying. Her skin was worn with wrinkles from years spent laughing. Her eyes went straight to Eugene. “I think someone might have different plans than you, Eugene.” Ozias mused, crossing his arms across his chest. The Alpha’s head turned around. He noticed the woman behind him. Noticed the wolves closing in. From behind us, our men caught up fully. Guns pointed at the Alpha.

I saw before that it entailed to transform from wolf into man and vice versa. Just like normal wolves travel and hunt in packs, these people, werewolves, lived together in this little town. They call themselves the Grey Moon pack, and Alpha Jake, who’s sitting before me in his chair, is undoubtedly the leader. It’s like an invisible aura of power that emanates from him, you can sense that he holds a high rank in this pack. There were humans in this world, Alpha Jake mentioning that I didn’t smell like one. What an odd thing to say. I suppose being a wolf their sense of smell must be enhanced, like with elves and our sense of hearing.

Silence followed—thick, deliberate, terrifying. I scrambled backward, breath coming in sharp gasps as shadows emerged between the trees. Yellow eyes. Gray fur streaked with blood. Wolves bigger than anything I had ever seen, but unlike the alpha this is average which only means the grey wolf is Alpha's beta Manuel. Their muscles coiling beneath their skin, teeth bared. My back hit a tree, nowhere left to go. I pressed myself against the bark, shaking so hard my teeth rattled. My legs refused to move. One of them stepped forward, massive and scarred, his eyes burning with recognition.

They are gold and his wolf is brown. 'Wolves only have black eyes when they are angry or horny, never gold, or any other color.' 'Brother, will you fucking trust me. I know what I saw and I have a book about it in my study. They are gifted wolves with greater strength and ability to repulse aura's. They are here to protect us from our fathers, but now probably also want to kill us because of our fathers. Poor Chris.' 'What? Poor Chris? He is an asshole. I'll slit his throat if he ever tried to hurt you.'