Rust Wolves Novels & Stories

That made a few of them giggle. "First, Frost Pack. Our pack. Alpha Boris leads it. We live in the far north where the snow rarely melts and the wind doesn’t forgive.” Some wolves nodded their heads in silent agreement. "Next is Stormgrove, led by Alpha Lowell. They live along the rivers and cliffs. They are strong, loud, and always ready to fight, even if no one's picking one." "Then Crescent Pack. Alpha Olcan rules there. They’re the healers. Very quiet, careful, and calm to the point of eerie. Still, they’re respected."

Don’t tell me he risked his life to go to the West land and then came back with nothing? The werewolves in the West land are of the same species as us, they have an indescribable speed and sharp paws. All the werewolves in the west lands are rogues. No one will ever truly accept an Alpha above them. Even though it's unimaginable, that's the life the werewolves in the West land live. A leaderless life. “Yeah, I found traces, I heard someone say that there's a particular group of rogues in the land who have a wolf sign on their arms, ” Dolphus answered as a matter of fact.

His features were hard and unrelaxed. “He might not be a danger! You should just calm down!” I said and I realised how much it sounds like I am defending the intruder. Werewolves are very protective of their pack and members. So any Alpha would probably feel the same way as Eaton right now. I just feel like Eaton shouldn’t act like we are on a different team right now.

He growls low at me and throws us on our back, >Kaeden is our MATE - mate special< he throws back at me. We quickly jump up and stare in the direction of no man’s land. A group of rogue wolves no less than five, one male, two females and each female has a pup walking beside them. Cyro growls, gaining their attention. The group looks over in shock at Cyro and quickly makes a get-away.

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."

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.

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.