Phantom Wolves Novels & Stories

The werewolf came, its feet hitting the ground mercilessly as its hands joined in its movement. It broke out from the woods, tearing off the leaves of the trees with less effort, and growling at the sight of the man. “You can't take anyone from my family.!” Mark grinned as he shifted under the bright moonlight. His bones cracked, and his skin stretched beyond its limits, tearing to become as tough as that of a wolf. He growled at the phantom, just as the phantom growled at him. Like two behemoths, they collided, and the green grasses on the ground fell victim to their battle.

Since the time of the ancient settlers, the city grew, and since the time the city grew, the trouble came. The trouble was wolves, but the wolves of the forest were no ordinary creatures. They possessed ungodly power with supernatural strength and heightened senses. They hunted men for sport and dragged their victims deep into the forest. The wolves of Banglador were ferocious monsters with human spirits. In the day, they would take the form of a man, but their bodies would change with the rising of the moon. The men became cruel and savage beasts, hungry for blood, and the town was in fear because of them. Some called them demons and others shifting shadows, but they were known to the world

Every day seemed bigger than the last. Everyone was in their wolf form today. Miriam and I stood opposite, with beautiful giant wolves on each side. My father’s salt and pepper wolf was the largest. Magnus and Ghost’s black wolves were just as muscular but less bulky. Diesel’s brown wolf was the smallest but the most spry. “Using your powers, I want you to neutralize the situation without causing harm to each wolf,” Miriam’s voice cut through the tense air, setting the stage for a challenging training session.

"I hate just to blurt it out like this, but you may not be the only one." "The only one what?" I asked. Then my heart stopped in realization. "Arctic Wolf?" Daphne nodded. "Wolf-witch hybrid," she corrected. "There may be another." I leaned forward, clearly intrigued. "is it an Arctic Wolf, too?" She shrugged. "I think so, but I'm not sure." "Where is it?" "In Alaska," she replied, "not far from where we found you. And there may be more than one." I nodded, tilting my head to the side. "How did you find them?"

At last, they found a circle of stone, ancient and cracked. Empty. Until shadows moved. Wolves emerged silver-eyed, silent, their bodies translucent like mist. Not living. Not dead. “Who dares enter the Phantom Ring?” a deep voice echoed. Aria stepped forward, every part of her screaming to run. She didn’t. “I am Aria of the Bloodhowl Pack. The Marked Luna. I seek your alliance.” From the mist came a massive figure, his fur flickering like smoke. The Phantom Alpha. “We are cursed,” he rumbled. “We do not fight for the living.”

~. .~ Paws Creek was a lively hub of activity, and the visiting she-wolves from various packs stood out with their distinct colors. Each pack had its unique attire, making it easy to distinguish them. The she-wolves wearing pristine white garments were clearly from the Glacier Pack, their attire reflecting the icy lands they hailed from. Their presence exuded an air of cold elegance. On the other hand, the she-wolves donned in vibrant yellow attire hailed from the Sun Pack. Their outfits radiated warmth and vitality, mirroring the sunny region they represented.

“They need to remember one thing: wolves don’t forgive. Wolves don’t forget. Wolves hunt.” The city woke to a new dawn. And somewhere, hidden in the shadows, the Phantom watched, knowing the game had changed. But Damian had made it clear—the hunt had begun, and the Wolf would not rest until the crown was safe.

~ Jaxon ~ “Something is wrong, they’ve been in complete communication blackout for too long.” My wolf’s voice vibrates through my mind. The Dark Phantom pack, and our allied packs were in position, waiting for a signal…but no signal was coming. Enemy eyes still seemed to be very much on their main gate, with Mum and Runa having been inside for far too long now. My wolf was festering underneath my skin; my arms were covered in goosebumps and the hairs

CM throws Pandora to the ground and shifts into his brown and white wolf Rogue. Pandora looked at her Midnight her father's black Alpha wolf growling before he attacked a wolf. Midnight rips the wolf's head and gives Rogue a death stare. El Rey Alpha Keema’s wolf spits a wolf leg on the ground and sinks his teeth into another wolf’s shoulder, tearing it apart. Shota Paulo's wolf has killed three rogues and eyeing CM when CM's brother Aldis’s wolf Pace jumps on his back. Shota quickly fell backward. Pace loosened his hold and Shota stood up and clawed the wolf's chest. Pace whines until he stops breathing.

Roar! The other Phantom Wolves flew as well. Their fangs and claws held a promise of death. “See? There are about three hundred of them, but only fifty or sixty are actually at least at the semi-god realm, to be able to fly. More importantly, they’re slower than us!” Under Fane’s control, the sword zipped into the distance. The fifty-odd Phantom Wolves were left behind in the dust. “So fast! What grade is this spiritual tool?”