Real Ultima Wolf Novels & Stories

Dad asked and the doctor nodded affirmatively. 'We can't have them treated here though, the threat is yet to be ridden of. We could be attacked at any moment.' "Yes Alpha. They are strong enough to travel." With dad's decree, everyone began to prepare for our return back home. The fight had occurred in the midst of nowhere. As rogues, it is quite commendable that they had all met and formed such a tenacious group. We have heard stories of how they attacked some weaker packs these past months, they raided their homes for food, money, and jewelries. The humans called them terrorists or bandits but the wolves knew better. These inhumane beings didn't just go around stealing food and property, t

Mercedes asked, looking at Alexa. “ Does this mean that the legacy of the White Wolves is no more? I was the last of them, and now I am no longer.” Alexa had thought that as well, but that was not the case. “ No. The legacy of the white wolves will live on. Your heroic tale of saving the realms from a demon will forever be told. And you were the last White wolf, but that's not the case anymore.” Mercedes and Felix exchanged confused glances. They didn't understand what Alexa was talking about. Alexa didn't know if it was a good thing or not, but a white wolf still remained.

she says calmly. I don’t know how she could be calm at a time like this. And who is “we”?! “I don’t know what you mean.” “Dear Emma, you are the hybrid, the Mystic Luna, the one who will revive all wolf packs.” I shake my head. “But this is the last wolf pack, isn’t it? They were all wiped out except for Emerald Moon.” “What is in the past does not equate to the future,” she says, as if that makes any sense.

“I swore to protect her, you know? Martha nodded. How does the wolf react to her? - Wolf? He looked at her in surprise. But he himself did not think about this issue. - Rather, as an object that needs to be patronized. Something remotely resembles feelings for Alina, but ... I can’t say more precisely. Both were silent for a while. - All right, let's leave it. Martha, call Leah, I want to talk. - Maksim… - I just want to talk, - he grinned: - I won’t beat her, after all. Anyway, for now.

And two territories west, in a compound that had never lost a weapon before, the Architect sat in his certainty and did not yet know that the last wolf witch was coming. With her aunt. And an alpha who had declared war on the Council for her and would do it again without blinking. And a Beta with the patience of someone who locks herself in a room when things feel wrong and waits until she can name it. He had built something designed to break people who ran alone. He had not prepared for what happens when they stop.

“Now.” But it was too late. A growl came from the trees. Then another. Then ten more. Eyes glowed in the dark. Dozens of them. Rogue wolves. Huge. Scarred. Foaming at the mouth. Lycan stepped forward. “This is your only chance. Leave. Or die.” The rogues didn’t speak. They charged. **Rosa’s POV** The fight was chaotic. Snarls. Blood. Claws. I sliced one rogue’s throat, then ducked as another leapt over me.

The wolf stops and returns to her side. John and Trip come into the office. The wolf growls at them. It is inching closer to both of them. Is she going to let the wolf attack them? “Kate, do something. That thing will kill them both,” I plead with her. "Stop! Not yet!" Kate yells at the wolf. The wolf obeys her. I think I understand now. Kate controls these wolves. These imperials are from the imperial spiritual realm. She is dangerous when upset. They feed off of her.

He didn’t have time to focus on it though, C36M657 was being led onto the stage. “Wolf number C36M657. Born wild, captured when he was 8 years old.” A murmur rose through the crowd. “Undefeated after fighting for 24 years! This remarkable specimen is truly one of a kind. He has a second speciality as personal, so even if you’re not looking to join the fights, this could still be the wolf for you. Let’s start the bidding at one million.”

Sylvester's POV I have heard rumours that my father, the late Alpha Merryweather, had not been as Ruthless as I am. I have also heard that I took after my uncle who liked bullying and engaging in wars. My mother too, had not been the docile type but a he - woman wolf since she one of the most ruthless Luna the park has ever had. I am fond of wars, I will not deny that. There is this rush it gives me to fight and when the wolf is a worthy opponent, I derive greater satisfaction in my defeat. I fight dirty, my main aim being to conquer and collect the spoils.

As you can imagine, my connection with Vitor was very long, years and years of growing up, sharing people and moments, it was hard to disassociate myself from everything we lived through. - Anna told me that your date is beautiful, have you seen him? - my mother said, snapping me out of my thoughts again. - He's a brute! And a bush animal! - I said grumpily. - And how do you know all this? - she said confused. - I just know, the guy is so weird that he's living in the forest above, do you think that's acceptable? - Wow... really there? Anna told me she has a cabin, but she didn't tell me it was there! - I don't know why I felt in my heart that my mother wanted to say more than she did.