Rage Wolf Novels & Stories

We forge documents, I grow my hair like hippies, and you, on the contrary, shave it off. - What-o-o? - I already choked on the air, coughed, - Damn you, Lyoshka! - No, - he jumped up and dodged my hand, but it's a pity that his bad head just wanted to crack, - Damn it with people, werewolves have naraki. - What's the difference! - she jumped up, opened and immediately closed her mouth, realizing that he was taking the conversation in the other direction. - Maximum until mid-spring.

There was a tale passed through generations, reaching the 21st Century, about a group of werewolves’ special mutation that brings out dormant abilities from a family’s genetic line. They were said to be marked and blessed by the moon goddess for they were the first of her followers. They were given the title of Legacy Wolves, keeping up their tradition and passing on their special traits through their children.

And no, I was not apologetic about it. What if I had perished in the forest? What if the wolves didn't take me in back then? Was that how I would have been the sacrifice for peace to reign in the pack? I felt burning anger rise more and more in me until I couldn't control myself anymore. My hands grew claws and furs, and I slashed at a tree in front of me. The anger did little to calm a bit, so I dug my claws into the tree again. I whimpered within myself, clearly not knowing why I was bestowed with a fate that was worse than death. I said worse than death because I had to face those same parents who thought nothing of me other than a sacrificial lamb... or a sacrificial wolf in this context

I feel like I’m ready to explode with the anticipation that whatever they know about Rognam that I don’t isn’t going to end well for me. “Rognam is the oldest and most feared wolf known to our kind. He will stop at nothing to get to you; everyone in his path will pay the price if you're kept from him. He spent years impregnating women to create a child powerful enough to gain control. But none of them ever had any special powers; to create a child with special powers and abilities, he needs another of his kind, which is you.”

The rogue was pushed off me. A large wolf bit into its neck and dragged put the rogues that before spiting it on the floor. The wolf smelt unfamiliar, not a rogue but not a member of any of the Confederation packs either and definitely not from the capital. It was also unlike any color of fur I had ever seen before. It had grey fur with white patches all over it. Quite uncanny, but that didn’t make it any less beautiful. But that wasn’t the issue at the moment, the issue was how this strange wolf got on our pack lands. This dude could be working with the rogues for all I know I snarled at him, circling around him. He was way bigger than me but that wouldn’t make my back down. I could take hi

He changed his face, became more serious, and even began to look somehow older and more dangerous. “I admit, I eat a lot,” the guy looked carefully at the girl, watching her reaction, “because I’m a werewolf, if you haven’t realized yet.” At his statement, Anika let out a pitiful groan and rolled her eyes towards the ceiling, almost dropping the mop. Despite all the previous fun, fear instantly shackled the mind, and everything was confused in my head. It looks like the guy was saying this in all seriousness. And, given everything that was happening, there was no other explanation. And after this statement, she decided what alarmed her about him. The way he looked was reminiscent of a predat

More wolves sprang out of the darkness, the glittering eyes the only awareness to their presence coupled with the growling and clattering of teeth. From their foul smell, I could tell. I need no one to point out to me what they were. Rouges. This fucker had a plan all along and he played us. He played us and dragged us here so he could unleash these mother fuckers on us. My wolf growled in a rather angry stance, it Claws digging deeper into the soil floor, readying itself for another attack. It was hot with rage to the point of boiling and there was nothing I could do to stop it.

The scent of rogues hit me, foul and intrusive, as I raced toward my home. The clearing came into view, chaos erupting. Rogues and pack wolves clashed violently, the stench of death and rotting flesh thick in the air. My eyes locked on a large brown wolf. My claws extended instinctively, and I lunged, tearing through its throat. Blood spattered across my fur, but I didn’t pause. Another wolf jumped at me, trying to pin me down, but I rolled, forcing him beneath me, snapping his neck with calculated precision. Around me, Torey and Prince shifted, tearing into rogues with brutal efficiency. But I ignored them, focusing on the scent I had been chasing all this time.

Memories of her past pain resurfaced, fueling her determination to protect her newfound pack at all costs. Suddenly, the trees rustled, and the figure of a massive wolf emerged from the shadows. Its fur was matted, and scars marred its snarling face, testaments to its ruthless existence. The rogue's eyes blazed with a feral intensity as it locked its gaze onto Rey. With a guttural roar, the rogue lunged forward, charging straight at Rey. The members of the Crimson Pack sprang into action, surrounding the rogue and engaging in a fierce battle. Claws clashed, teeth gnashed, and primal growls filled the night as the pack fought to defend their newest member.

He knew what she was doing and he wouldn’t fall for it. As he continued fighting seeing he was winning, Veyra injured sent another signal. A massive rogue wolf approached not long after with blood drooling all over his fur, The Rocue was as Big as an Alpha wolf but hoi sfur was black with spots of rot but strangely it looked health.