Once There Were Wolves Summary Novels & Stories

Red lunar eclipses have always been a cursed night in supernatural literature. On this night, all the wolves' animal instincts reach their peak becoming wilder, but at the same time, more vulnerable to the interference of black human magic. At Olympus Tower, Vanguard Group's secondary command center, security was increased fivefold. The lenses of laser-armed snipers combed the sky covered in thick black clouds. The cold night air felt unnatural, as if there were millions of ghosts wandering around breathing the streets of Metropolis.

I glanced up, seeing Kaylee entering and handing him a washcloth that he then began to clean the blood from his chest with. "The attack today was just the start. The two wolves on our land were decoys. They were small, weak, and malnourished. Their intent was not to cause damage. They were a distraction. While we were dealing with them, the rogues were pressing in. Every time we increased our men in one area, they pushed closer in another." Parker tossed the washcloth to the table in front of him before pulling out his seat at the head of the table and offering it to Kaylee. She sat down with a small smile, her hand on her stomach, and he grabbed the seat next to her to join the rest of us,

Any hint of empathy faded from Sirius's eyes instantly, and he wheeled on me in disgust as he growled coldly, "You're not setting a foot in my house until you kneel and apologize to Lola! Let's see how long you can keep up that stubborn streak!" I smirked in contempt—he was going to be disappointed, because I was going to marry the future head of the Serpentkins in just two days. Suddenly, a car came hurtling toward us, clearly out of control. Sirius quickly transformed into his wolf form, grabbed Lola, and leaped away. The Lycans had always been famous for their strength and speed, after all. Still, by accident or otherwise, he knocked me to the ground, close to the car. I felt a sharp pain

That silence scared me more than yelling would have. As we approached the pack buildings, the tension in the air thickened. Wolves moved quickly through the space, whispering, glancing my way, some with pity, some with suspicion, and others with fear. News traveled fast—especially when the intruders had crossed so deeply into our land. I kept my gaze down, but every whisper crawled under my skin. Omega. Weak. Trouble. Target. The words weren’t spoken out loud, but I felt them pressing in from every direction.

I couldn’t stay there and continue to face the disgrace of that day. My wolf is still weak. From time to time, he would groan within me, maybe to tell me he was still there or a sign of mourning. With every movement on the ground, my body still burned with pain. Whenever my body brushed against a tree or hit a rock, the pain would multiply. However, my will prompted me to continue to move on. If this will be my end, so be it. it was better than staying in the clan where no one cared anymore.

They celebrated their triumph over adversity, grateful for Rogan's safe return. And so, the pack moved forward, their strength magnified by their triumphs and their willingness to accept and embrace others. The rescue of Rogan had not only brought him back to his pack but had also united them in a way they never thought possible. Together, they faced the challenges that lay ahead, ready to overcome them as a family, a family of wolves, bound not only by blood but by loyalty, love, and an unwavering spirit of resilience.

Grace began softly, her voice carrying a strange weight: “In a vast forest ruled only by wolves, there came a lone hare. The wolves had already hunted every other creature, dominating the land with teeth and claws. But this hare fragile, juicy, foolish enough to step into their territory, surely had only one fate. The wolves lunged. The hare darted, not away, but straight between them. Snarls and howls filled the meadow as the wolves collided, snapping at each other in confusion. The hare vanished into the tall grass.

It was a sight to behold, witnessing the wolves from both sides come together as one, their spirits intertwined in a shared purpose. A resolute determination radiated from their eyes, a silent vow to protect and safeguard our cherished home. As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm golden glow upon the land, the wolves gathered in a circle, their bodies forming a united front. They stood tall and proud, their fur glistening in the fading light, a testament to their unwavering loyalty. It was as if they had always been destined to join forces, their instincts guiding them towards this pivotal moment.

It noticed every move I did, and it only seemed to get it even more angered, to the point where it suddenly started moving faster towards me, causing my heart to slam against my chest even harder, a loud scream escaping my trembling lips. This is it. This the end. The very end. I’m going to die, right now and here, torn apart by a rabid wolf...This is my end...I mentally whispered, tears making their way down my cheeks as I just stood there, defeated, waiting for the very end. I knew it very well that I had no chance in escaping it or running away. So I just embraced it and stood there, waiting. Only it never came...Instead, it suddenly took a halt right in front of me and the sudden sound o

They knelt down and pushed my sweat laced raven hair away from my face, their eyes open and kind. “Hello.” The one with brown eyes and rainbow hair said sweetly, his tone low and soft. “Hello.” I responded nervously, watching him for any sign of aggression. “Why are you laid on the ground?” The second wolf asked me, his blue eyes curious and yet humorous. I sighed, knowing that I should think before I speak, not all tribes were friendly to strangers. “I tripped and I am unable to get back up, I was in the glass tubes for days without food or water.”