Scarred Wolf Queen Novels & Stories

I slipped inside. There were scrolls. Hundreds of them, no, there were actually thousands, piled on carved shelves and scattered across a long table. Their scent was ancient, like dust and wolf blood. My fingers brushed one unfurled scroll, the ink faded but clear enough for one word to leap out at me. Wolf Queen. The letters swam before my eyes. My chest tightened, a strange ache blooming as though the word itself lived inside me. “What exactly do you think you’re doing?” The voice froze me in place.

“It’s a female, with a black coat and eyes as red as blood!” “What?” “What is it Frank, do you know her?” Darren and I are watching in silence and my mate holds me down by one hand. “So? Do you know her?” Vlad asked again, confusing. “If what you say is true there was only a wolf with these characteristics .... they called her the Cursed Alpha! But it’s impossible that it is her, she died many years ago!” “Are you sure?” Vlad said, confirming. “Yes, I ordered it and I saw her death with my own eyes!”

They all gasped, "And crafted falsehood with her magic thereby ruining the life of the silver wolf which was the last wolf, deceiving the entire supernaturals and letting evil prevail." "Then what happened?!" Iris bounced excitedly making me smile, "Tell us, tell us, tell us!" "The silver wolf survived no matter the hardship thrown at her, she lived through the pain never giving up." I jumped on the bed this time acting out my demonstrations as I told the tale, "She survived it all, rising from weak to strong, from an omega to a Queen defeating the evil hybrid which was the red wolf and then from a detested wolf to the leader of the wolves council and now she is the greatest wolf to ever gr

“You’ll have to kill me first.” Scarface raised his bow, but a sudden roar stopped him—a guttural, primal sound that shook the trees. A massive wolf burst from the undergrowth, its fur silver and eyes blazing. It tore into the loyalists, scattering them in a chaos of screams and blood. Caden hauled himself up, collapsing beside Aria as the wolf dispatched the last attacker. It turned to them, its gaze piercing, and Aria’s breath caught. “The alpha,” she whispered. Caden’s wolf—the one he’d lost to the curse—restored by their blood ritual.

I pushed forward, trying to take over, but Ira pushed me back. “No, Scarlet, you are hurt, and your body is weak. You won't be able to endure it,” she pleaded. A sob racked through my body as my wolf, for the first time, pleaded with me. She has the strongest wolf in the supernatural realm. And here she's begging me. “You are hurt too Ira. You can't handle all the pain. Let me share,” Ira's presence flickered in my mind, like a silent nod at the back of my head. No words, just an unspoken truth, that we are broken.

“Mama… I feel stronger now. But something is wrong. The scarred wolf is not alone anymore.” We had not gone far when the ground started shaking. Trees snapped like twigs. The scarred ancient wolf stepped out from the darkness, bigger and more powerful than before. Its chains were completely gone. Its eyes burned bright red. “Thanks to your child’s power, I am finally free,” it growled. “Now I will take what belongs to me.” Nyra appeared from the other side with her silver wolves. “You will not touch them.” A three-way battle exploded around us. The scarred wolf fought Nyra’s group while Victor suddenly appeared and attacked Damien again.

I whispered, the name tasting like cold iron. From the black-emerald light of the Ziggurat, a new figure stepped out—not a goddess, and not a bureaucrat, but a woman with fur like a black hole and eyes of absolute, carnal emerald, her claws dripping with the blood of the First Alpha she had just executed for the second time. "Welcome to the End of the Myth, Darlene," the Wolf-Queen growled, her voice a perfect mirror of my own prehistoric hunger. "It’s time to find out if the 'Queen' can survive the Woman who first taught the Alpha how to Bleed."

The whispers intensified. "That's her." "The druid." "They say she took down twenty wolves alone..." "I heard she healed the Blackwood girl's dark magic curse..." "They say their mate bond amplifies both their powers..." Jade and Elena's smiles turned brittle as Maya approached. But before they could speak, a new voice cut through the tension. "Well, if it isn't the little vet who thinks she can play alpha female." The crowd parted to reveal Scarlett, the notorious queen of the Desert Wolves MC. She was stunning in red leather, her reputation for cruelty matching her beauty.

Her wolf slumped to the ground as soon as Scarlett’s face reshaped into that of a silver head of the wolf. I peeled my back away from the tree and rushed to the wolf. My chest tightened as I crouched down and placed my hand on her head. The lazy green eyes of her wolf met mine. She was exhausted and whimpered with every breath. I knew what could help her regain that energy. Just like I was a mate to Scarlett and I could take away her pain. Xandros could take away Aine’s pain. ‘ Let me out. Right now. ’ Xandros had been growling in my head for a while.

He just hummed in response. I looked around and could feel Koa “snapping pictures” for lack of better term at the moment. There had to be at least 100 people up here. We were walking up to one of the warriors who had scars all over his body. For a wolf to have scars, they had to of been wounded horribly to the brink of death, that their wolf couldn’t heal them fast enough. I couldn’t even begin to imagine what this warrior had been through to be a lycan and have all those scars.