Shangri La Pack A Punch Novels & Stories

The square was partially empty as people no longer visited it. It was weird how things had taken a different turn in a space of weeks since the illness broke out. The pack had gone from being a bubbly and productive pack to one in which the pack members live in fear and dread unsure of who next would catch the strange sickness. Nobody who had gotten the sickness ever survived. They always die after two or three days of contact. This sickness was not contagious as it affects random people. The pack doctors have not been able to find a way around it as the pack keeps losing its members and living in fear of who else is to be taken by this illness. The Alpha of the pack had reached out to the b

I stare at the banner till my vision blurs. Then my hands quiver as claws rip through my palms, and my bones groan with the shift. I step forward, a balloon squeals and bursts near my feet. And then, I lunge. I tear the banner down with both hands, shred it in two. “FUCK!” Another balloon pops underfoot. Streamers fly across the room, I launch a chair against the wall. My claws rip the edges of the table, it groans as it crashes into the floor, the cake follows after.

She opened the door and stepped out, starting to pull it shut behind her, only to open it again as Logan entered. The disappointment on Lark’s face as Logan brushed past without more than a glance gave Meguitte a feeling of malicious glee. He scraped his toe thought the chalked ward before crossing, and Meguitte saw that he held two pouches of blood. “Fresh,” he smiled sitting on the mattress and passing them over to her. The thirst passed through her in a wave as powerful as orgasm and she tore into the bag gulping it down and licking the plastic clean marvelling that the blood was not cold. She was half-way through devouring the second bag when it occurred to her why the blood was just sli

“I will get onto it. Don’t worry, Rhett, I’ll clean up your mess. It’s not the first time, the pack’s cleaned up after the Triquetra.” “It isn’t?” Rhett’s astonishment faded swiftly into horror. “There are more?” “Hmm. You boys are quite sloppy. The pack has paid for two abortions so far.” “Oh,” Rhett was shocked. “We didn’t know.” “Of course not, Rhett. The pack looks after it’s Triquetra. Something the Triquetra should keep in mind. I have a meeting I must go to. It’s been pleasant to hear from you.” The call disconnected, buzzing into Rhett’s ear.

I have to press my lips together as hard as I can to hold back a chuckle. "I would like to express my gratitude towards your bravery during the recent attack on our Pack lands. As you all know, we were targeted by a former member named Mark, who had ill intentions of taking over our Pack. He was denied the position of Beta years ago due to his cruel and aggressive behavior towards everyone. When I became Alpha, I couldn’t let someone like him be a ranked member, and he chose to leave the Pack. Unbeknownst to us, he took over other packs during those past few years and threatened their members to join him in fighting against us. I am proud to say that our warriors and Pack members fought vali

I can hear Ela’s voice cutting through the noise, sharp and commanding, as she leads the group back into the lair. “Move it, you lot. We’ve got work to do,” she barks, her tone leaving no room for dissent. I can picture her… tall, fierce, the hook on her hand glinting ominously as it swings at her side. The pack is riled up, emboldened by some recent victory. They’ll be looking to capitalize on that momentum, and I need to know how far they’re willing to go when they realisme what have happened.

My last bit of control I was hanging onto snaps and I have passed my breaking point. This pack is about to find out what the fuck I am made of.

All I wanted now was for my wish to be fulfiled. I and Ciara walked downstairs to the hall, where the assembly would be held. New packs were just arriving, Penumbra pack, Shadow lantern pack and the Erlanger pack. I couldn't recognize them when they were mixed together but in groups, they usually exhibit that trait that tells their pack names. I was able to recognize Erlanger pack members with the way they dressed like they could get cold anytime. For the Penumbra pack members, I was able to recognize them with their hair color. They all possessed this kind of hair colour that looked weird, they had shinny black hair but each and and every one's black hair was patterned with grey hair. There

Fire and stone, my heart—unbreakable. Sam’s staff thumped, green eyes blazing, facing the pack—Mara’s nod, Jasper’s swing, Lila’s stones, pups’ wide eyes. “Dusk, cliffs, Zane’s ours! Link tight, claws sharper—right, pack?” Her voice was fire, Luna’s purr a vow, tattoo glowing silver. Lila raised a fist, pups roaring, hazel eyes sparkling. “For the Dawn Pack!” Spark yipped, tail a blur. Stars, Lila! Shine for ‘em all!

Third Person’s Perspective Fang Clan Pack was the largest pack anyone had ever seen. Valen had forced three packs into one , his old pack, the Nightshade Pack, and the new wolves he gathered after his rise to power. Together, they filled the land with numbers, but the land was not filled with joy. It was filled with fear.