Sigma Wolfs Novels & Stories

She asked Athalia to move over so that she could see what is happening, they are standing right under the vent. Sybil is face to face with Kala, Solana looked at them clearly, of course, she can hear what they are talking about but she just cannot peek, Sybil- her mother, is a werewolf as well, much more, she is the greatest Alpha there is. Solana knows that her mother will notice it if someone is trying to pry at what she and Kala are talking about.

Suddenly, the door burst open and a female human-wolf, called Sarah entered the room She knelt before the Alphas and greeted them respectfully. "What is it,?" Alpha Leon growled. Sarah spoke up, "I bring news from the outside. We have discovered a way to kill Alpha Ragnar." The room erupted in surprised murmurs. Alpha Marvin gestured for Sarah to continue. "We plan to use poison on him during his next meeting coming the next two weeks since he would be coming to our pack, the southern" she explained. The other Alpha werewolves were skeptical. "But Alpha Ragnar's blood is immune to poison," one of them said. "How can this be possible?"

I yelled for the entire world to hear. The next hour passed with chaos; the assistants came to help me get her into a room while I got some herbs from the garden I just started tending to. Wolfsbane is one of the most potent poisons that kills a werewolf faster than a silver would. The lady whom one of the assistants recognized as Sarah, one of the Alpha's concubines, seemed to have a firm will to live cause it took every herb I could get together to stabilize her. I didn't know what to do, and my mind was everywhere.

I ask, glad to have a subject change. "Yeah. She doesn't have a clue. She specifically said she has never heard of anyone being able to create a she wolf. Even the first shifter were males who mated with humans to create the first she wolves. From there, we know the different stories. I don't know who would know. Well, besides the damn singer in our basement." "He won't give us anything. Orion couldn't get anything from him." Dimitri grimaces at the thought of what Orion must have done to Tavin. But the man remained loyal to Cobra Moon. He spewed bullshit about being loyal to Amira, but he isn't helping her. He is only helping Cobra.

Something inside me tells me this is my mate coming. I stand up and walk towards the sounds and stop in front of the bottom of the waterfall as a massive stark black wolf with bright yellow eyes walks out from the trees and stops dead in his tracks when he sees me. Our eyes lock and Sienna, my wolf, begins shouting, ‘MATE! MATE! MATE!’. “Mate,” I say almost under my breath in shock.

His vampires did exactly as he told them to, coming at the coven from the side using surprise to gain the upper hand, and they managed to kill half a dozen wizards and witches before they realized the enemy was upon them. A familiar howl caused Santos's hair to stand on end, and it was the only warning he had before the Howling Warriors swarmed onto the battlefield, the heavy thundering of paws causing the ground to shake as the wolves attacked. In seconds the white wolf's fur was splattered with blood as she engaged his fighters strategically, using her speed to confuse the undead before coming at them with ruthless abandon. In a different time, Santos would have been proud of his daughter'

Z saw in the hologram how horrifying the wolves were, how a few drops of their saliva sizzled to a Wielder’s skin, and how Henmulga couldn’t defeat it, as she’d been reduced to running away. In the final slide, the wolf’s prominent feature had been shown again. Unlike the normal ones, it has a furry body that’s inflamed with blue energy, dancing gracefully from its feet, all the way to its wide-set toxic eyes. The class then ended with Ms. Marietta's note that even a wolf's bark was fatal, for it alone could render the Wielder immobile. Z had been awoken when her head banged against the table. She shook her head, trying to fight drowsiness; however, the more she resisted, the more the whispe

"I am going to change everything and it's because of you, that I'm so certain. I haven't told anyone this because it was a time that I found doubt in myself–as a shifter and an alpha. A horrible accident nearly killed me when I was in Genoa and it effected my healing, strength, speed; everything," He put his head on her shoulder with a sigh, "I was afraid to lose who I was and in a desperate attempt to heal faster I found... unconventional advice. There is no exact scientifical explanation for rogue wolves because they are like an illness, but what if we introduced that into our normal DNA?" A series of sounds appeared at max volume in her mind, from screams to running steps–the swish of gra

“In the Novgorod book legend about the Wizard Wolf, Volkh, the eldest son of Slovenia, who gave his name to the Volkhov River. was a "objectionable sorcerer" Ignorant people revered him for a god and called him Thunder or Perun. This is also the Polotsk prince Vseslav Bryachislavich, often associated with Volkh Vseslavievich, who “turns into a wolf” in “The Tale of Igor's Campaign”. Conrod made notes in his notebook as he read. He turned a few pages and read on:

Everything. "There are three." He finally says. "Three wolves I trust completely. Who hate my father. Who would help if they thought it would end his reign." "Tell me about them." "First is Devon. He's been with the pack for decades. Lost his mate to Asher's hybrid purges. He's loyal out of fear, not love. But he'd turn in a heartbeat if he thought he could survive it." "Second?" "Sarah. Young. Idealistic. Thinks Asher is a monster. She's been quietly helping wolves escape. Getting them out before Asher can execute them. She'd be useful for extraction operations. Getting wolves out who want to defect."