Sigma Wolves Novels & Stories

Silvia POV After Seersha Airwolf's statement, there is a short silence followed by many wolves talking at once. I notice Vuko frowning at her. "That's Seersha Aurorawolf," I say to him quietly. "Her pack was wiped out by what she calls 'Wildlands Wolves'. They were led by Alpha Ludo." Vuko looks at me sharply, then away. He sighs. "I'm beginning to think my father made up his own version of history," he says.

I did not plan to go down easily. We all deserve to live. We deserve our happiness, and we will take it by force. Tamia, Nicole and Linda moved ahead of Susan and me, leaping into the air and landing hard on the backs of grey wolves. Breaking theirs back and rendering them useless. There was blood all over Kaira, and her eyes were raving mad. I realised we had nothing to worry about. My mother's wolf, Elsa, grey and majestic, fought alongside Erik's white wolf. His wolf was as white as mine. He moved fast, almost like a blur. Exhibiting the speed of a true Stepanov.

Just like hers—though I didn’t know who she was. Downstairs, the training yard was already alive with movement. Warriors sharpening blades, brushing pelts, preparing to impress the elders under tonight’s blood moon. I passed them quietly, head high, shoulders straight. But the whispers never stopped. Whispers from parents to children. From the young wolves to the old ones. “Do you know that the Beta was found in the snow? Like a cursed thing.” “Alpha Blaine just took her in to save face.” “How could she even become the Beta?”

"Well, yes, I know you've always struggled with temporary bits of insanity, but this... This is crazy! Did you forget that witches hate us wolves? With the possible exception of Saoirse, but I don't exactly trust her judgement since she just walked into a werewolf pack, but actually convincing you to go to a witch settlement?? That is very reckless and unsafe." I sighed. "I know it's —" "Do you know?" He interrupted me. "Because it seems like you've forgotten what happened the last time a group of witches got hold of a wolf." "Firstly, those were extremists," I said. "They're always extremists in every culture. Some werewolves still kill witches the moment they're discovered. The same goes f

Threw myself at Thomas. He backhanded me. I flew. Crashed. Tasted blood. “Pathetic,” Thomas said. “Your mate is being bound and you can barely stand. Some alpha daughter you are.” He was right. I was weak. Broken. Nothing. But I was not alone. A howl split the night. Long. Loud. Furious. Kade’s sister burst through the trees. Her black wolf was massive. Beautiful. Deadly. And behind her came more wolves. A dozen of them. Rogues. Outcasts. Survivors from the Blackwood massacre.

Emily and Liam set out on a mission to build their own formidable wolf pack, known as The Red Teary Moon Pack. They traverse vast territories, seeking out wolves from different backgrounds and uniting them under a common purpose. With each new member, their pack grows stronger, their bonds forged through trust, respect, and shared experiences. As they journey through forests and across rugged landscapes, Emily and Liam encounter wolves with unique skills and stories. They listen to their tales of survival and perseverance, their triumphs and tribulations. The pack members come from diverse backgrounds, bringing a wealth of wisdom and strength to the group.

Even from this distance, I could feel the chill emanating from those ancient stones, a stark reminder of the harsh world I was entering. The Ice Wolves were legendary among our kind, known for their fierce independence and mastery over the cold. Unlike other packs, they were said to draw their power directly from the frozen landscape they called home. Rumors spoke of their ability to blend seamlessly with the snow, to summon blizzards with a howl, and to traverse glaciers that would spell death for any other wolf.

They didn't know she was trying to stop the urge from ripping their throats apart. Delaney notices many other shabbily clad hostages being dragged out of their cells as they make their way into the filthy hallway. She also discovered that the slaves were werewolves, not humans, after inhaling their scent. They were omegas. Omega wolves are the weakest of the wolf species, whose strength is compared to that of a human. The only difference is their super-hearing abilities, sense of smell and a few other things. They strolled aimlessly as if they had been subjected to a series of torments. Their eyes had darkened for a long time, replaced by pessimism and defeat.

I heard Bazaar. I then know what the dark smoke was. It was wolfbane the substance they discovered to kill and weaken a wolf. The wolfsbane was now causing me difficulty breathing. My eyes run water and my vision became blurry still I didn't close my eyes. My eyes remained half-opened until I saw the dark dust that surrounded us slowly disappeared. When it did everyone within the wall was lying on the floor still and scared. It was not easy seeing them since my vision was still a bit blurry, but there was one image I could see clearly, and that was a white large werewolf that appears to be a she-wolf lying on the ground with a knife in its heart, covered in bright red blood. Bazaar walked ov

The armies kept trying and when they were not able to make a scratch at the two beasts, they decided to retreat, but they could not as Iron was already alive, and he was standing by the road, where stood as the only road they were supposed to pass, he stood and forceful pulled out the last arrow by his chest, and just as said by the priest, the arrow wounded his heart, and that turned around and made him love violent always. He was more than a werewolf his eyes were blazing like fire, the little girl now a dragon, had wing, she must have been a dragon before, and many that went toward the exit were burnt by the fire, the warriors tried all they could, but their strength was not enough, and j