Sigma Wolfs Novels & Stories

Sol said in a mysterious tone. "What do you mean?" "Lei, I've disguised your scent." Sol said calmly. "In fact, from now on your scent will not be able to influence Sergey." I frowned. Even with my usually smart brain it was hard to digest what Sol said this time. "We werewolves are very sensitive to scent, Sol. No matter how far away I am, Sergey can still smell me. Especially since he's my mate." "He won't be your mate for long." Sol smiled mysteriously.

Obviously. Solas stood at my right, his arms crossed, hood drawn, his creepy eyes blank as stormclouds. Too calm, always too calm. He only spoke when he had solutions, and right now he had none. "They caught him," I said flatly. "Or he turned. Either way, he’s done." "Likely confessed everything under spellcraft," Solas murmured. "That white wolf’s witch is strong. Clever. Dangerous." Dangerous. The word soured in my mouth.

I feel my back hit the wall, nowhere to step back now. Mate? What the hell is he talking about? Werewolf do believe in soul mates. The perfect other half or counterpart chosen by the moon goddess for them. Werewolves find their mates by their smell and appearance. The first time they see each other, they’d know. But I smell nothing from this guy. I don't feel anything. Ugh, he must be drunk. But...he doesn't look drunk and I also don't smell any alcohol. And most of all, werewolves don't get drunk very easily.

She and I laughed as I sighed, “Young love.” King Fenris said, “Can we take this to the conference room? I just heard from my warriors.” We all walked to the conference room, and I took a seat next to Aidinth, and waited for everyone else to take their seats. As soon as everyone was in the room, King Fenris said, “The wolves are from a nearby pack named The Bronzetooth Pack. Their alpha, Alpha Dolph Lobo is a real character. I think Alpha Damien would be of great use here.”

Then she smiled after they turned back to normal," I'm Sophie.. A part of your pack. Sir sent me after he trained you. He said one day you will probably feel this way and want to stop running.. Therefore I should be here for you." "please tell me I didn't mate with you in there. Please tell me that wasn't you." I said suddenly remembering what happened in the wee hours of the morning. That had Sophie sighing, "you can't mate witb wolves here.. They are from the Kamp family." "too late..." She sighed, "God I knew I should have followed you up when you kept running.. But fine.. I need to..." "so... I'm not alone.. You have been with me all this time..? Protecting me? Sir sent you?"

That day he became a werewolf. Little did he know that his new-found power would not shield him from the troubles to come, rather they would put him at the center of everything. The Idols knew that a war was coming unlike any war that had ever been fought. Hence, they created an army unlike any army that had ever been created: Strength- the iron werewolf… Chapter 4. 40 YEARS AGO. Samson came into the Loveland kingdom from the northern nomadic tribes. He came as a simple scholar in search of knowledge.

The Solar Eclipse Pack was a small pack that consisted of about 500 wolves and 100 of them were warriors. they were located in the rural parts of Virginia, more specific closer to Marion, Virginia. They have been fighting other packs around them for months,because they were the smallest pack of the packs around them. Those fight were more for territory over anything else. The strongest of any of the packs around them was the Blood Lust pack. All they cared about was power and territory.

A few high-fived each other, and a few more took a swig from a flask. We watched each other curiously until the door swung open, and many men marched in, filling the space. They all stared at me, but no one approached. As everyone settled, the man in the cowboy hat who had transported me came to the podium, and the crowd hushed. His cowboy boots kicked my cage, trying to get a reaction out of me. “Gentlemen!” He bellowed over the crowd. “We have the white wolf!” The cheers and yells were deafening. “God is with us, giving us the power to eradicate the abominations that roam our world.”

"What kind of dreams?" Sarah blushed. "Well, some of them have just been about wolves running around in a meadow. But the last few days they've been about one black wolf in particular." She blushed even more now. "I guess that's why I'm not really that surprised to hear about Werewolves. In one of the dreams I was a black wolf too." A black wolf? Paul was gray. Karen had noticed most of the wolves in the pack were black, a few blond, and just Carr and Cole were the Chocolate brown. Could she be dreaming about James? Karen turned when she heard voices outside the door.

A second later, another wolf, this one slate gray, jumped onto the black wolf and grabbed it by the throat. I stared at them in shock. I wasn’t sure how, but I recognized them. The black wolf was Gilliam. I should have known that from the start. Soxor must have done something to him. A berserker spell, most likely. The other two were Sybil and Rydel. It was obvious that they knew each other well. They worked in concert to pin and attack the behemoth that had once been Gilliam. The problem with a berserker spell was that the longer it was active, the more it ate away at the sanity of subject. Gilliam wasn’t able to think of anything but blood now, and he wasn’t able to counter their attacks b