Phantom Wolves Novels & Stories

"What's that?" "What's what? Oh, the wolf?"

Verina’s wolves fanned out on either side of her, all of them large, dark, with glowing red eyes, crouching down, ready to hurl themselves at my pack. My wolves were equally prepared, stooping low, finding their centers of gravity so they could launch off of the ground and meet any attack midair. Or be the first to strike.

It burned like liquid fire, tearing through my skin, responding directly to the homicidal fury consuming my soul. Behind me, a thick shroud of darkness began pouring massively from my skin, swirling through the air and separating itself to form a massive, terrifying entity: **The Crimson Shadow Wolf**. The phantom beast materialized with a deafening, unholy roar that shook the very foundations of the obsidian castle. It was a sound born of pure malice and ancient death. The glowing red eyes of the ancient spiritual wolf locked onto Lysander with a bloodlust that matched the agony tearing my heart apart.

“Let’s loop Mav in and then call it a night.” “Right.” Artemis leans forward, placing his elbows on the desk. “We have learned that the rogues we are fighting…” “They aren’t really rogues.” Milo finishes, clearly impatient and uneasy. “I figured that much out.” I agree. “What I can’t work out is who they are since they can’t possibly be pack wolves either. They are too feral looking.” “Yes, and no.” Artemis winces. “Have you ever heard of ghost wolves?” I bark out a laugh, looking up at the ceiling for a moment. It’s damn poetic how perfect this fucking conversation is going. Of course, it’s the stupid offbeat idea Tate and River tossed at me.

His eyes met mine one last time before he took a deep breath and shifted. His bones cracked and within seconds, his wolf form stood in front of me. It was sleek, dark gray, and looked strong but it was smaller than Kaden’s massive brown wolf. Kaden’s wolf let out a deep growl, showing his sharp teeth before lunging again. Kellan’s wolf tried to dodge, but Kaden tackled him hard to the ground. They rolled over each other, teeth snapping, claws ripping into flesh. Kellan’s wolf managed to bite down on Kaden’s shoulder, but Kaden shook him off like he weighed nothing.

He loved coming to the casino, not to gamble, the supply of liquor, always managed to put a smile on his face. Wolves who had an issue with shifting or who haven’t found their mate, tended to drink. Sex wasn’t good enough for them because the only women they could fuck were humans, and their holes were too small to accommodate our fat cocks. Frustrated to the point of madness was not an understatement. No, we needed mates. For some reason their holes were bigger and could satisfy us completely. Yet, Winter never had this issue. In some ways he was the perfect one out of us three.

Inhaling, Jaxon deeply asserted, “Mine is named Grim, and he is a large black furred beast.” His eyes narrowed at Aiden, who was fighting back a smile. “Mine is called Phantom and is a large white wolf.” Seeing Jaxon rolling his eyes in my peripheral vision, I cleared my throat before I said, “Mine is called Stormy, and she is a light silver wolf.” “If we head out now, I can show you where the forest is that the students run in since I've been enrolled here the longest,” Aiden offered, and Jaxon drained the contents of his glass.

The wolf from my dream was here. It was physically here. It was massive, with glowing blue eyes. He looked pissed. Monica shook next to me. “Holy fuck…. I can't do this!” Monica's voice was laced with fear. She dropped the knife she held at my side. She turned to flee. Before she got the chance. The black wolf pounced on her. Chad was nowhere to be seen. Of course, P.O.S. The wolf growled in her girl's face. Monica began sobbing. I couldn’t let her die.

He almost feels pity for his little dove, when she will come to know the boy she is saving her virginity for and rejecting his love for is everyday fuc* ing a she wolf of low ranks. But again, it was important. She has to forget him, and only remember one name. And that's his. Thaneos, her King. " The redmoon pack again launch an attack Sir" "Our Eastern borders. 1590 wolves. Time of attack. 19:00 hours. Today." Than just sighs. Not at all concerned. Calling onto one of his men. " Take care of it. Get the wolves ready." " Yes Sir" Getting up Than was going to leave for a run. Eager to let his wolf out freely. When the speaker stops him.

His clan was feared and respected for a good reason. He was already too late for the start of the ceremony where the male wolves got a chance to look at all the participating, she-wolves. Noah did not mind missing it because he was not interested in the she-wolves and the male wolves just annoyed him. They were a bunch of raging hormones ready to explode. It seemed like they couldn’t keep their wolves in check so all that came out of their mouths was talk about fucking their mate. He had been lucky with his wolf Achak. Achak meant spirit in Native American and he had always been a calm beacon for Noah. Since the day he transformed Achak had been something he could rely on. His thoughts got i