Rise Against Wolf Novels & Stories

Wow, I just close my eyes waiting for the pain to hit me, but nothing happens. I open my eyes slowly, was it just an illusion? But I flinch when I see a big wolf on top of the woman who was threatening me. The wolf is completely white, so gorgeous, I get lost as I watch it swiftly fighting her off. Did the wolf just save my life? In one move, the wolf bites off the woman’s head and throws it away.

“Stop!” Nobody listened. The gray wolf broke free. Matteo tried to catch him. Missed and suddenly the wolf was coming toward me again. I stepped backward. My heel caught uneven ground. Not again. I regained my balance before falling. The wolf was almost there. Rafael appeared. He didn't attack this time. He simply planted himself directly in front of me. The gray wolf stopped. Rafael's back legs were almost touching mine. I could feel the heat from his body. His growl deepened and then something strange happened. The gray wolf hesitated. His head lowered slightly. Not a bow. Not like the other wolf. This was fear. Or submission. Rafael took one step forward. The gray wolf stepped back. Anoth

The Assembly wolves are targeting those who stood up. Breaking us apart. Cutting us down. “Stay together!” Kade roars. Too late. The room is a battlefield now. Claws clash. Teeth snap. Blood hits the air. My wolf snarls. I duck as another wolf lunges for me, heat flaring instinctively. Fire bursts from my palm again—stronger this time. More controlled. It catches the wolf across the shoulder, sending it yelping back. “Aria!” Ronan’s voice cuts through everything.

Alpha Klein raised the stick again but something suddenly slammed into him from behind. He staggered forward. Serene gasped. A massive white wolf stood in the courtyard,its silver eyes burned with fury. Alpha Klein stared. The wolf lowered itself, preparing to pounce. Ria mind speaks to the wolf still in her fading consciousness, Ria reached out mentally through her mind.. “Let him be, I will deal with him myself when the time comes”. The wolf froze,its glowing eyes shifted toward her. Then, in a single swift movement, it picked her up gently with its jaws and disappeared into the forest.

she whispered. The title hit me like a slap. Luna. Alpha female. Victor’s mate. I didn’t correct her. I looked at Victor over her bowed head. “I’m done being rock bottom,” I said quietly. He reached out and brushed a tear from my cheek with his thumb. “Then rise, little wolf,” he said. “We’ve got a war to finish.” And for the first time since the crash, I felt the thing inside me, the wolf, the rage, the mother who’d lost everything, stretch her claws and bare her teeth.

The rogue wolves, remnants of Arion's calculated assault, circled with predatory intent. Zavier, his fur a sleek shadow in the moonlight, lunged at the nearest rogue wolf, teeth clashing in a fierce display of dominance. I shifted into my wolf form, the power surging through me as I joined the fray. Dominico fought valiantly, a formidable force against the encroaching adversaries. The courtyard became a battleground, a theater of primal instincts and strategic maneuvers. The scent of blood hung thick in the air as we waged a war against those seeking to exploit the vulnerabilities left in the wake of Arion and Rosie's betrayal.

I laughed as he jumped at me again, and I grabbed him by his leg and tossed him to the ground. "I remember this one time, the two of you decided that you wanted to beat on this one pack wolf. See, he was weak at the time because his wolf had tucked themselves away. What you didn't expect after you tossed him from that cliff and down into the gorge, was for him to come back to life." I moved toward the wolf, aware of another coming up behind me. While the murderer before me was climbing to his feet, I quickly spun around and snapped the neck of the other wolf who had just joined us.

Dead. Yet here I stood staring at proof that it wasn’t. The words surfaced from memory before I could stop them. I could practically hear my grandmother reciting them. “When the Last White Wolf rises, a crescent shall embrace the fang.” A chill traveled down my spine. “The mark will appear before the full awakening.” My grip tightened around the phone. “It will signal the bloodline’s true heir.” The arena noise seemed distant now. Muted. Irrelevant even. “It will signify the rise of the Last White Wolf.”

There was a great blast of icy wind and the werewoves found themselves being drug back towards the hill where the council had assembled. “COULD LAKE. OCEAN MONE. LA LUNE ROSE. LONE WOLVES. VISITING WEREWOLVES. ALL WEREWOLVES MUST ASSEMBLE!” There was a loud rumble followed by a series of pops, like popcorn in the large theater popping machines. Wolves and people began appearing from thin air, all facing the lycan with their heads bowed.

We scramble to get dressed and I as I pull my sweatshirt over my head, I ask, “Do you think that’s one of them?” Riven doesn’t answer me, but instead transforms and takes off towards the screams. The sunset is setting in as we travel towards the screams. He’s the first to slam his body into a hulking wolf. The wolf snaps its jaws at Riven, but Riven is bigger and far more determined than whatever this wolf is. They tangle, a flurry of black and brown. The wolf whines as Riven presses a paw into the back of its neck. Shit. I’m not worried about Riven anymore, but I am worried about what I see just in the distance. Trembling, with bright eyes trained on mine.