Rise Of The Banished She-wolf Novels & Stories

In a heartbeat, I shifted, my human form giving way to the primal instincts of my Lycan self. The library, once a haven of solitude, became charged with an energy that crackled in the air. I stood on alert, senses attuned to the slightest rustle and the faintest heartbeat. The ancient tomes, witnesses to centuries of forgotten tales, stood like silent sentinels in the dimly lit space. As I surveyed the surroundings, a figure emerged from the shadows. An Old she-wolf, graceful and enigmatic, approached with a gaze that seemed to hold the wisdom of centuries. Her fur, a shimmering blend of silver and white, spoke of a connection to forces beyond mortal understanding.

* but another part, the part tied to Alexa, my wolf, pushed me forward, refusing to let me stop. I burst into a clearing and froze for a split second, taking in the scene. Five rogues were tearing into a lone wolf, their teeth and claws relentless. But this wasn’t just any wolf—the aura radiating from it screamed pack wolf, someone with rank, maybe even a title. The rogues didn’t care, their attacks brutal and unyielding, like they were determined to rip it apart. My instincts took over, and I shifted into Alexa, my silver wolf form surging forward. I leaped out from the bushes with a roar that shook the ground, the sound so powerful it felt like it came from somewhere deeper than me.

She walked around the desk, kissed me quickly, and left the room. I was puzzled by her action. What was she planning on doing? She had just left the food. I was curious, so I got up and followed her. She had walked to the tree line and headed into the forest. I ran to catch up. I watched as she stripped down and shifted to her little white wolf. I stripped and followed her. She must have known I was following her because it didn't take long after I turned that she pounced on me. I let her push me down. Her small wolf stood above me and licked my black fur.

“Second: The Banished Silver Witch. Cast from the French Quarter’s covens nearly a century ago for practicing star-touched magic those timid witches feared. She comes bearing knowledge… and warning.” The two witches blinked in disbelief, as if hearing the name of a legend. “And third: The Lone Warhound. A rogue wolf warrior who has lived in the ice fields of Alaska, silent, unseen, untouched. He has felt the shift in the ley lines, the same shift all Elders felt when Zenith’s light fused with my flame.” Zenith swallowed, tightening her fingers around Alejandro’s wrist.

Her bloodline, dormant for so long, was now active in the waking world, reacting to the rise of the First Wolf. Her power, once a whisper in the dark, had awakened fully, and with it, the land bent to her. The First Wolf’s rising had stirred something ancient, something buried deep within her lineage, and the world was responding. It felt like a reckoning was unfolding, one she could not stop.

I didn't turn and that meant I was human. It was a surprise because that situation was rare. Even though my mother was human, werewolf genes were superior to that of men, so a werewolf always gave birth to a werewolf, but here I was a human amongst wolves, literally. It worsened my situation and everything got worse. My life, however, changed when Throgan came into my life. An heir to a growing business whom I met at one of the few parties I was allowed to attend.

Cole asked, getting straight to the point. "The hunting grounds in the east. They've seized control of three of our camps. There are about 40 of them." "40 rogues," Cole repeated while nodding. "What about their weapons?" "Better than ours. They have silver weapons." Cole frowned. Everyone knew that silver weapons were fatal against wolves. "Who's their leader?" "A Rogue named Gray," Cain replied. "He used to be part of the Graywolf pack. After he was exiled, he led a group of wolves and set up camp in the east."

I ask, glad to have a subject change. "Yeah. She doesn't have a clue. She specifically said she has never heard of anyone being able to create a she wolf. Even the first shifter were males who mated with humans to create the first she wolves. From there, we know the different stories. I don't know who would know. Well, besides the damn singer in our basement." "He won't give us anything. Orion couldn't get anything from him." Dimitri grimaces at the thought of what Orion must have done to Tavin. But the man remained loyal to Cobra Moon. He spewed bullshit about being loyal to Amira, but he isn't helping her. He is only helping Cobra.

Chloe wouldn't quit. When picking fights didn't stick, she switched tactics—ran her mouth all over Stormborne pack, trashing my herbs, hinting I was messing around with Noah, claiming I'd crumble without him holding me up. What she didn't count on? Most wolves weren't blind. They saw through the act. Knew who was real and who was fake as hell. Her lies didn't break me—they backfired. Wolves started backing me harder... and turning on her.

The cursed wolves didn’t advance. They didn’t need to. Because they had a message. One of them stepped forward, a she-wolf with bared fangs and scars burned into her flanks in the shape of the old runes. She didn’t speak with her mouth, but through the bond. Her voice slithered through our minds like oil on water. We felt the bond form. The seal shifts. The balance tips. Nyx growled, tail high and rigid. You have no place here. We have every right, the cursed she-wolf hissed. Our blood was spilled beneath the pines. Our vengeance was born beneath the moon.