Sigma Wolf Background Novels & Stories

Perla's gravelly voice brought her back from her fleeting memories. "Saul and Thiago were brothers that fought for the rights to be Alpha of the first White Creek pack" Perla sipped her coffee before continuing the story. Nueva listened eagerly to the details as she puzzled the pictures she had seen in the book together with the story, inside her head. "I saw a white wolf in the book is that my Eira?" Nueva interrupted Perla's storytelling. "Well, yes and no. We don't know enough about the Ice wolf to know if there is more than one." Perla tried to explain.

he leaned forward, his once mocking gaze now replaced with curiosity. “I did my findings. She's not a human but a she-wolf that had been unlucky to be raised by a human family which made the wolf inside her dormant.” Revna answered, her fists tightening while ignoring the burning pain at her back. She should be used to it by now but the weak Omega in her always screamed out in pain. She detested the omega in her, always pathetic. “Which is why the Five Sages are taking more time to train her and get her reconnected to her wolf,”

Strongly worried? - So-so, - I slightly scratched the skin on the border with the wound. It looked and, indeed, so-so. If I lose my arm, no sense of self-preservation will hold me back! - Sometimes numb, but mostly terribly whining. “Last time, everything healed on you quickly,” my chest ached unpleasantly from unsolicited childhood memories of life with wolf cubs, “Now you need another remedy, but you won’t like my recipe,” I already had a premonition of what she was driving at, but hope flickered in my imploring gaze, - Wolf saliva is an excellent regenerating agent.

She was an half wolf and half elf, but she had more of the elf blood running through her veins. "Yes, they are. And they are being a huge nuisance to the people right now," Xavier, an omega answered her. "Then we can just stop this problem by making sure no wolf is kicked out of the park right?" She said again cluelessly. Lucia had just joined the team after her father died, and knew not too much about the sovereign affairs. "Most of the wolves that are rogues as of now, leave the park themselves for reasons we do not know," he explained to her again, and she nodded in full understanding of what he had just explained to her.

I focus a bit more and notice that one of the wolves is Sylas; he has to be fighting Laslo. Sylas is a huge gray wolf, bigger than Laslo’s white wolf. Laslo’s wolf is swiping at Sylas, and his claws connect here and there. Sylas twists his body and kicks Laslo’s wolf, sending it flying into a tree. Laslo’s wolf lays at the base of the tree, sprawled out. Sylas marches to the tree base and hovers over Laslo’s wolf, snarling and biting. His jaw reaches over and grabs at the white wolf’s neck.

Every pounce, every dodge of his wolf was filled with strength and beauty, like a silver-black lightning bolt, becoming the center of attention. The young wolves watching, especially the unmated females, whispered excitedly, introducing him to newer members. "That's Damine Blackwood, future Alpha of Stormfang Pack, one of the most powerful northern werewolf bloodlines." "Too bad his heart only belongs to Sofia Keating, who grew up with him. They're fated mates." They whispered among themselves, sharing stories about him and Sofia. He would rent out an entire resort at the foot of the northern snow mountain just for Sofia's birthday, so she could see the most beautiful auroras.

“The White Wolf. A rare genetic throwback not seen in centuries. Not an albino. A true white, with eyes of winter sky or summer storm. Said to be born under a confluence of celestial events. Their blood is rumored to hold properties… healing, perhaps, or something more volatile. Their energy signature is distinct, a quiet hum beneath the skin, detectable only by the oldest or most sensitive wolves.” He looked up at me. “The legends say they were considered sacred. And then, they were hunted to near extinction. Because if their blood could heal… it could also be weaponized.” The words landed like stones in my stomach. A quiet hum. Is that what Saga felt? The static before the storm? “How do y

The Southglade pack's territory was warm and humid, and there were dense forests and bubbling creeks everywhere. Meanwhile, the Northcliff pack's territory stretched out in endless plains and mountain ranges as far as the eye could see. The winds that swept across the land were always chilly. However, the wolves of the Northcliff pack had a certain ruggedness and sincerity that the wolves of the Southglade pack lacked. Ella took me to meet the Alpha of the Northcliff pack, Cole Carter. Cole was tall and broad-shouldered, with a faded scar running from his forehead to his cheek. His dark gray eyes reminded me of the winter sky in the Northcliff pack's territory.

If I was going to learn about the world I was in, I needed to ask questions. “I will tell you, but it is not something openly talked about in the packs.” She begins. “So basically, not everyone who is in the pack has access to a wolf like you and Luka do. In the past everyone who has wolf shifter DNA had a wolf. But in the past 25 years. Less have actual wolves, just heighten abilities. “What does that even mean?” I asked confused. “No one really knows. Omegas were the first ones to lose access to wolves. There hasn’t been omega with a wolf in 20 years I think. But ones who had wolves at first started losing them 15 years ago.” Alex explained.

"Where were you before?" "A human." The handsome man let out a laugh. "That's really awesome. How has the transition been?" "Not as easy as I'd hoped," she said. "I remember when it happened to me. It was pretty rough." "You're a turned wolf?" Clara was surprised. "I went camping for a weekend back in the eighties. An outcast attacked, killed all my friends and left me for dead." "And you're an alpha?" Clara thought about James' comments about turned wolves. She didn't think one could rise in the ranks.