Rage Wolf Novels & Stories

She was restless for the last hour. I reached the middle of the forest when suddenly a white wolf came out of the trees and stood in front of me. The wolf was large, his fur was shining under the moonlight and his aura was powerful. He didn't seem like a rogue as his eyes weren't red. Usually rogues have red eyes while he had grey. Red eyes is a sign that their wolves have complete control over them. Maybe he wasn't a rogue for too long or he was just a wolf that got lost. What is certain is that the color of his fur is very rare! This color was not prevalent around here.

I could also see he was wearing a white fur coat. “Thank you for having us Madam Amelia.” Kent said with a bow. “Of course.” I couldn’t see my mother but I heard her voice and it was quivering. “Does he have to stay like this?” I roamed my eyes around and gasped as I spotted a black dog—no,not a dog, a wolf. I had never seen a wolf in broad daylight. My gasp may have been loud because Kent’s head turned up to locate the sound. This enabled me to see his face. It was more innocent than I expected. His face was paper white with flushed pink cheeks. His nose was almost as buttoned as Marianna, but his jaw was where you could see the alpha. It moved as he looked around. It was sharp enough to cu

"Show yourself! Nothing. Not a sound. My heart was racing faster. I backed away, my boots crunching loudly in the stillness. And then I saw it—a movement at the edge of the trees. I raised the dagger higher. "Don't move a step nearer!" Another growl, this time louder. Closer. Then he appeared. Huge black wolf named Raven, fur disheveled and matted with dried blood encrusted above his lips. His eyes were with madness—wild, hungry, and with fury. He was gaunt, ribs jutting, and

“First I’m a rabid wolf and now a savage beast. Is that how you plan on doing it? You’re just going to insult me to death?” “Not her, foolish human.” The god shook his head, messing up that perfect ebony hair of his. “I’m talking about him.” Even I had the sense to scoot back as a massive wolf sauntered in through the open doorway. Its fur was the color of fresh snow, made brighter by his eyes which were of the deepest, darkest blue. Its tongue flicked out to lick its muzzle. All the while it stalked Duncan with murderous intent. I might’ve felt bad for the guy if he wasn’t a raging, misogynistic prick.

Jake said. “Fuck, it’s Goat, isn’t it?” Jake laughed. “How the hell did you figure that out?” K-9 asked him. “Wrath knows I hate the motherfucker. The only reason he’d give me that chance is if it was Goat,” Weasel said. “Wrath and I are special like that.” Jake snorted but nodded his head. “It’s Goat. He tried to have me killed yesterday.” “I’m ready, bring the motherfucker up. I’ll gladly end the piece of shit.”

Her wolf told her, but it's basically clear because her eye color is back to the way it was, not bloody like his eyes. " Oh, slanderer, who cursed the one who made you a thousand." Cursed March with an eruption to climb Maine trying to rip his neck but it's very difficult Maine panicked when he felt his fur being pulled out between his teeth. “ Attack!” He commanded them to run quickly and all of them had the same target..that black wolf called the god of war! They pushed him hard so that Maine howled weakly, so he fell to the ground and the flesh of his neck got stuck between his teeth

the Alpha groaned, then asked me why I was drinking cow's blood. Swallowing uncomfortably, I answered honestly, “I was hungry.” “Turn your head to the side,” he demanded. His thick fingers spread my mouth apart as he searched my mouth. Seeing my permanent fangs, he hissed. “You're a fucking Vaewolf, and you will be branded as such. You will be punished and then banned from this pack. DO YOU UNDERSTAND!?” Lowering my head, I told him that I did as my eyes met Devan's.

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.