Rust Wolves Novels & Stories

I commanded and hung up. I hated Rogues, we had a bad history with them and all I've ever known is they're trouble. We never welcomed them and always drove them away even if they were just by the borderline. I parked my car and transformed into my wolf form. My wolf Drogo, is a Red wolf and red wolves are rare species of wolves, we were known to have more unique traits, for being mostly vicious and tough, our senses were more heightened and our characteristics are supreme to other wolves. Red wolves are rare but it was oddly a common trait in the nightfall pack.

That’s why they were given the rooms near me, so I can better protect them. My dad rarely stays in this house. He and his cohorts stay at the beta’s fancy residence. Would be nice if he was here right now, but I couldn’t feel his alpha presence so I know we’re on our own. Fuck. There’s not much known about the origins of the red wolves. Apparently, they are part werewolves, part coyotes, and full breed devastators. Makes me wonder how they breached pass the patrol guys stationed at the boarders. The only thing I can think of is they came through the city, seemingly acting as passers-by or tourists, and attacked at the break of dawn, when we least expect it.

She continued on about facts and such while others ogled over them. "To finish off our tour, I give you, the wolves. Now what we have here are gray wolves. We actually have a pack here in our zoo. We have six females, three pups, and our Alpha. Now our Alpha name is Alastor. Which in Ancient Greek means "tormentor." We named him this because he doesn't like anyone. No one can get near him, feed him, or be in the habitat with him awake. He is put under tranquilizer. Does anyone know what that is?" She asked the group of kids in the front. Eliza and I looked down over the wall separating us from the wild wolves. Four of the females were in sight and we could even see the pups.

"The missing wolves. The way the one who came back described what he saw." "Yes," I said. "It's not an ordinary rogue activity," she said. "I know that," I said. "Do you know what it is?" she said. "Tell me what you know," I said. She unfolded her arms and turned slightly toward the window. "Ancient rogues,wolves that have been without packs for so long they've changed at a fundamental level. They don't operate on instinct the way ordinary rogues do. They operate on something organized,something directed. They're faster than ordinary

Before I could pull my rifle from my shoulder strap, the gray brush at the edge of the path exploded. A pack of five feral wolves scrambled up the scree. They were huge, their gray coats matted with frozen mud, their ribs showing prominently through their skin. These were not the controlled, intelligent hybrids under Vex’s command; these were wild, desperate predators driven mad by a long winter and empty bellies. The lead wolf lunged directly for the younger mule's throat. The animal shrieked, rearing back on its hind legs and twisting the lead line out of Sera's hands. The heavy supply crates shifted violently, the wood groaning against the leather straps.

His clan was feared and respected for a good reason. He was already too late for the start of the ceremony where the male wolves got a chance to look at all the participating, she-wolves. Noah did not mind missing it because he was not interested in the she-wolves and the male wolves just annoyed him. They were a bunch of raging hormones ready to explode. It seemed like they couldn’t keep their wolves in check so all that came out of their mouths was talk about fucking their mate. He had been lucky with his wolf Achak. Achak meant spirit in Native American and he had always been a calm beacon for Noah. Since the day he transformed Achak had been something he could rely on. His thoughts got i

“ Son, not here. Too many ears. Let’s go to my office. I will tell you what I know about them “. Eros ushered all of us inside. We walked through the garden into the house and we went up to his office on the second floor. Once we were all seated and the door was locked, I once again asked the same questions. “ Eros, please explain, we need to know what is happening. Why are you on edge?” He exhaled audibly. “ Raven is not an ordinary wolf. She is the Raven Wolf? The rarest kind.” “ Wait Eros, are you talking about the war wolf ?” Allison’s eyes widened. “ Yes, I am” “ No that can’t be…" her pulse rate increased and fear flared out of her pores. " Raven is a late bloomer, “ Allison said with

The forest was cold after the rain. There were no dry spots to sleep and the night was much darker since we were deep within the forest. None of it bothered the werewolves. Unlike me, they could see clearly in the night and they have furs to keep them warm. I stood beside Alpha Deucalion as he watches his pack rest for the night. The clothes I was still in were wet. My body shivers cold. I leaned against him trying to find warmth in his fur.

Fucking cats in heat, he whispers something into her and signaled his boys. Alex nods at them as they leave the room until it was just the two of them left. “Tell me about Luna Puer wolves and their Alpha.” Recognition flashed in Grey’s eyes, “One word. Crazies. I have to keep an eye on them because they were making a ruckus in the underworld because of their illegal transactions but I can never catch them they’re slick as fuck and very adaptable.” Alex nods and leans forwards, resting his elbows into his knees, “The thing is, we found a carcass in our soil.”

That was some DRAMA that year! It happens. Some wolves are so hormonal by the time they get out there that their wolf loses sight completely and just claims the first she-wolf he finds and then rapes her. They call it being ‘lust drunk’. Luckily, alpha’s are stronger and have more resolve than other wolves so I knew I didn’t have anything to worry about there. I just needed to pray that I didn’t pick up MY mates scent tonight. “Line up on the edge of the pavement.” Everyone lines up elbow to elbow practically to have room for everyone to make a straight single file line across the back patio of the pack house.