Rise Against Wolf Novels & Stories

Rex growled and walked towards him. "You are an insolent little whelp, with no respect, and a very small brain." the wolf cursed at the human who calmly and steadily walked toward him. Rex's eyes burned red, and a dense, red smoke rose from each footstep he took. "I never taught you that. Red auras belong to," his wolf was cut off as a tendril of red smoke curled up his front legs, binding him to the spot.

I still don't understand why Hera was stopping me from intervening. "We should go," "No,!" She replied and I found myself nodding. "He's my mate," Ivy suddenly cried out. A resounding growl echoed around the house and before I could blink, a black, large wolf with white furs at the crown of his head walked out of the room. I held on to Hera as the wolf stared down at the both of us. "Fuck off, Liam" Hera yelled. "It's a fucking command, Prince" The wolf turned abruptly and ran off. I almost dropped to the floor because my legs had turned jelly.

36 Justice Astonishment sliced through her when it dawned on her that he was totally serious. He’d never allowed a woman to be on top. It was about dominance with them and it seemed to anger him that she’d asked to change positions. New Species were known to be aggressive and a bit controlling but she’d never considered the sexual side of it before. It all slammed home that he was honestly insulted by her offer to ride him. “We should get dressed.” All emotion left his face, a mask of control schooled his features and he straightened his arms to totally remove himself from the bed.

Apparently his assistant was not as icy as it was shown. A smile crossed Jade's mouth and hugging the wolf's neck again, she stood up and gave him a deep kiss on the cheek that indicated only one thing to Vladek. I'm yours. And that made all the obstacles of the major go overboard -Damn little girl- protested the wolf, getting up on his knees and untying his upper tunic, throwing it to the ground.

He placed me on top of him as he lay on his back. “You’re too small for the other position. I felt I was crushing you.” “Are you going to divert the conversation again?” “My wolf adores you.” He said, ignoring my question. “Wolves bow down to their mates and lick them to show how much they want them. It was a sacred ritual for wolves.” “I’m honored Rage sees me that way. Unlike his human.” I said sarcastically. “Unlike me? Didn’t I bow down to you and lick your skin all over your body?” He grunted.

Author’s POV Is it Lira’s desperate prayers to the Goddess that grant her immense strength? Or is it the fact that, in the face of determination, impossibility is nothing? Because of her desperate desire not to be molested, she does not only gain immense strength—her ever-silent and weak wolf appears for the very first time. “Hi, Lira. I’m Ace, your wolf—the descendant of the Moon Goddess,” her wolf introduces, jumping around inside her with so much energy. “We will meet each other later, but for now, let’s get rid of that bastard, shall we?”

Their calls echoed through the night, disjointed, filled with a primal unease. Caitlyn felt it too, the shifting power in the air. Her wolf, once afraid, now felt challenged. It was no longer hiding in fear—it was rising, responding to something beneath the earth. A rival was calling, a force that refused to be ignored, and her wolf sensed it. The presence of the Prime Wolf—its hunger, its dominance—was tangible, pressing against her like an ancient force, daring her to acknowledge its existence.

I lift my head to the sky and howl…not of victory, not of dominance, but of becoming. Tonight, I claimed my wolf, and she claimed me.

A strange chill ran through her veins, as though the night itself whispered warnings. Her wolf’s voice growled low. Danger is coming. Aria sat up, clutching her cloak. For the first time, she did not feel fear. She felt resolve. If the world wanted a Blessed Wolf, then she would give them one. Not for glory. Not for titles. But because if she didn’t rise, more innocent blood would be spilled. Her days of silence and shadow were over. The whispers had become a storm. And storms could not be contained.

“Make your claim.” She rose. Raze watched her approach, expression sharp, hands loose at his sides. Up close, he smelled like old rage and fresh blood and something else—faint, dark, familiar. Curse. It clung to him like a second skin, settled deep in the old scars. “Take your wolf,” he said. “Or your two legs? I don’t care. I’ll break whichever shape you pick.” Luna inhaled. Her wolf howled inside, wanting to meet him on four paws, teeth to teeth.