Rise Against Wolf Novels & Stories

It didn’t swallow them. It accepted them. the first wolf crossed the edge and instead of falling It stepped through. like the ground beneath the origin had become something else entirely. not a break. not a collapse. an opening. zayden moved. fast. grabbing the nearest wolf pulling him back—Hard. the resistance hit immediately. not from the wolf. from the ground. from whatever waited beneath it. because it didn’t want to let go. the wolf struggled. not fighting Zayden. fighting to go forward.

“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.

said Griffin as he advanced at her , his gaze travelling Rosalie felt her hackles raise , her wolf was frightened , anxious and angry at being chained .At her own weakness - coexisting with such wolf whose first reaction to any thing was to attack but unable to attack only made her frenzied . Right now , her wolf wanted nothing more than to attack but no matter how much she tried to rattle off her bars , that enclosed her , her wolf strength wasn't enough to shake them up .

The spirit of her wolf would guide her, lending its instincts and resilience to aid her on her journey towards freedom. With newfound strength coursing through her veins, Claire's wolf took charge, asserting dominance over her surroundings. It emanated an aura of strength and authority that made others instinctively recoil, a force that demanded respect. No longer a mere pawn in the rogues' game, Claire stood tall, the spirit of her wolf by her side, an embodiment of her resilience.

I could feel the tension, the skepticism, the raw ache of survival in every movement, every careful glance. One by one, their stances softened, ears lowered slightly, and I saw a little hope. It was tentative, fragile, but it was there. A young wolf, maybe no older than twenty cycles, stepped forward. He limped slightly, but his eyes were sharp, intelligent. “If you are serious, then show us. Not words. Action. Show us Stormfang can rise again.” I nodded, understanding that words alone would not be enough. “I will,” I said. “I swear it on the blood of my ancestors. We will rise together, and no wolf will be left to wander in the shadows. Stormfang will live again.”

Thinking that water was the only thing that slowed it down, the wolf thought dropping Riza in the water would help its cause. But was once again shocked when Riza created a wave to knock it out of the air from where it was floating and smirking. The wolf quickly got to its feet. ‘’Who are you?’’ ‘’Your worst nightmare,’’ Riza replied. The wolf sneered, showing off its fangs, not knowing Riza was fazed by its act. Instead, Riza drenched it with another dose of water. ‘’What? Don’t tell me water is your weakness!’’

These questions swirled in my mind, but I couldn't confront my own father due to his men's interference. As we walked in silence, I suddenly heard a familiar voice, a desperate cry for help. It was my mate's voice! It was Ari's! Panic surged through me as I realized the urgency of the situation. I became desperate to help her, and in that moment of urgency, I shifted into my mighty wolf form, startling the men who were dragging me. Seizing the opportunity, I pinned them down and rushed towards where the reception was. My wolf, Ivar, was growling like a mad wolf inside of me. My mind started to imagine multiple versions of horror that Ari might be experiencing now, and I could never forgive m

Brida howled. The pack was holding their breath anxiously to see what would happen. They were all staring at Brida who was sitting on her knees covered in blood with her head tilted forward. At first, it seemed nothing would happen but then Brida levitated into the air and started glowing with white light from all sides. A clear voice echoed through the open space, “A NEW ERA WILL BE BORN. WOLVES WITH EYES THAT REFLECT THE SOUL OF THE MOON WILL END THE WORLD AS WE KNOW IT. FENRIR WILL BREAK FREE AND RAGNAROK WILL BE BROUGHT UPON THE WEREWOLF WAYS.”

Maybe it was why he stripped me of my position as his rightful heir. I was too weak to be Kai’s Luna and unworthy of being Chloe’s twin. I understood everything that was happening. I just didn’t want to admit that my family had forsaken me because of my wolf — or rather, the absence of it. Maybe if I had a wolf, we would have still been the perfect and genuinely happy family. Just as I was lost in my thoughts, I felt someone’s hands on my back. I turned around and saw Ivy, giving me a comforting hug. “Everything will be okay very soon. Your wolf will be awakened and you’ll understand that it was worth the wait.”

Then she inclined her head, letting the white strands of her hair fall forward like a veil of mist. “The Goddess showed me fragments,” she said softly, as if she was speaking to herself as much as to me. “The Phoenix Wolf will rise from the ashes, but not alone. It will walk beside the Golden Wolf, and the blessed Fae will shine in their path. Together, they will carry fire into shadow, and light into despair.”