Rust Wolves Novels & Stories

Inside, six elderly wolves were sitting around a massive oak table covered in maps and old documents. They all stood up instantly as Ryder entered, bowing their heads in deep respect. "Alpha," the oldest elder, a gray-haired wolf named Silas, said. "Thank you for coming. The situation in the north is becoming critical." "Show me the report," Ryder growled flatly. "Our scouts have tracked unusual movements for several days," Silas explained. "The rogues appear in small groups, then disappear before anyone can engage them. It's as though they're searching for something... or someone."

"Luna, don't worry. We'll keep you safe." From what? I sniffed the air — nothing. But I heard it: rustling, the soft thud of paws. I scanned the trees and froze. Twelve wolves were racing toward us from the treeline beyond the pack border. They'd masked their scent, but I didn't need their usual rotten stench to know what they were. Matted fur, feral glowing eyes — rogues. They were no match for elite royal warriors, but still — it was three against twelve. And I hadn't brought a single weapon.

I had to tell Cole. Cole was our Alpha and he would know exactly what to do with this information. What my brother and the other wolves dont know is that our pack has been under attck by witches using black magic. Dead wolves have been found around the territory with their hearts ripped out and turned to sludge. Weird symbols were carved into their bodies.

They all turned to Angela for help but she didn’t spare them a glance. “Don’t move closer to them”, she told them. “They have to go through all these and they’ll be strong.” She moved closer to Ryan and took the blanket from him. “Ah”, he shouted. “It’s freezing. I need that.” “I won’t give it to you. You guys are not normal wolves. You are elemental wolves. The ones the whole kingdom is relying on to save us. Don’t focus on the pain and you won’t feel it.” “It’s hard not to focus on it”, Austin shouted. “My head hurts”, he said.

Although they’ve heard rumors about their special powers as descendants of celestials, they can’t see that Selene is anything particularly special. The Redwood Wolves are purebred wolves, but with a special distinction that sets them apart from other packs. They have a unique connection with the forest, its sequoia trees, and the spirits within them. Their beasts are fierce and nearly twice the size of a common wolf. They can also transform at will, unlike some packs that can only do so during a full moon, like the members of the Alba Noctis pack, from which Selene's mother hails.

He was terrified. Suddenly, the bushes at the edge of the clearing rustled violently, and Alpha Rollins burst through, his massive wolf form emerging from the shadows. His fur was a dark, almost black, shade of brown that blended with his eyes color. His eyes, glowing a fierce amber, were locked onto the rogues, blazing with fury. Rollins was enormous, even for a wolf—his powerful muscles rippling under his fur, his sharp teeth bared in a vicious snarl.

When my ancestors settled here and began to build their pack of wolves, they named the pack after the birds that had already made their homes in these parts. Those beautiful, winged creatures hadn’t been seen in decades. Along with the war and the destruction of the atmosphere, wildlife began to disappear. Either migrating or dying off. As a little girl, my mother used to tell me that one day the Ravens would return to these parts. When the true Alpha of wolves walked amongst us. That the land would flourish and werefolk would begin to find their mates again. Maybe someday my mother's stories will come true, and the Ravens will return. I skip down the last step and round the corner landing o

I want to hate him, I want a reason to hate him other than his father. He’s staring at my wolf, many do. Hunterson wolves are one of a kind, we’re all raven furred, with our golden eyes. Our sheer size can stop a war, and that is why we are classed as royalty in the wolf world. We’re the protectors of our kind, we keep order and control and we offer refuge for any wolf that needs it.

"Rongue was attacking Owein." Rondolf only nodded. Rongue was the only group of werewolves capable of attacking suddenly without force or an army. "Rongue dominates the Natural Wolf's pack in the southwestern region of NorthWulf?" Yarusoyya smiled faintly. "They are truly uncivilized." Rondolf laughed at her too. He couldn't spend the whole night talking about this with Rula. Not only would Rula not understand, but she would also reject it. Rula was already tired of the hierarchy in this place.