Sigma Wolves Novels & Stories

someone shouted from the camp. "Stay here!" mother said, and I obeyed. A woman came through the door. Her hair was white, too, but she was a bit older with a few lines on her face. White hair was a genetic trait in the family. Instantly, I remembered that our pack, The Skyefrost Pack, had Viking heritage. Hence, the fair skin, blonde and white hair, and white fur. We were Arctic Wolves. "Grandma," I said aloud. "Ssshhh," Daphne said, still holding my hand.

Alastor lifted himself off of me and let out a sigh. "I'll follow them," Dakari muttered and jumped off the stage, his clothes shredding around him. Tasha stared after him before giving in and jumping off the stage as well. Her wolf was the color of her skin. Chocolate brown. Her fur looked like a different texture too but she sped away too quickly. Alastor looked toward Alma. She sighed in defeat and followed the two. Her wolf looked like Alastor just a lot smaller and she had white accents. He phased and rolled onto his back next to me. "That was a disaster." He whispered.

I said, looking at her hand still gripping mine tightly. “It’s out there, howling.” She added. I nodded slowly, understanding her fear. “I know and I know exactly what it’s trying to do.” Her grip on me tightened more. “You mean it’s trying to get you to fight it?” “Yes and that’s exactly why I’m going out. I have to protect my pack. This is a threat, and it’s not leaving here alive. Rouges are accepted here, yes but not just rogue.” The wolf howled again, louder this time, and I slowly released Seraya’s hand, holding it for a moment and squeezing it before letting go completely and stepping toward the door.

A woman, with wings like that of a sparrow, was busy tending to the nearest one. I couldn’t tell if the person on the cot was male or female, as they were laying on their back, but that was the least of our problems. Their flesh was torn in several places, ripped open into horrifying gashes that could’ve come from only one thing. They had been whipped. “Solana’s sentries have been punishing those who act against her. Most of the wounded are wolves.” Katya confessed; her eyes glossy. I flinched hard at her words. They opened up that part of me that was connected to every wolf, and as I pinpointed the injured, I felt their pain cascade through my veins.

She had found her place among these wolves and she was ready to fight for it. With her head held high and her gaze fixed on the horizon, Sable addressed the assembled wolves once again. "We must remain steadfast in our mission. We will face adversity, but together, we will overcome it. Let us not forget the power of love and acceptance that has brought us together. It is what defines us as a pack." The wolves nodded in agreement, their eyes filled with determination. Sable's words resonated in their hearts, fueling a fire within them that could not be extinguished. They were united now, bound by a common purpose and a shared vision.

“The legend speaks of a pair of wolves, one a black wolf and one a white wolf, whose eyes are blue. It’s said that these wolves are destined to lead, to unite the packs and bring balance to the world. They’re not just any wolves—they’re the chosen ones. Their bond is said to be unbreakable, and their strength unmatched.” I felt a chill crawl up my spine as I read the passage over her shoulder. “This sounds... too familiar.” Zora’s gaze met mine, and there was a flicker of understanding between us. “Sofia is a white wolf with blue eyes, and Alaric is a black wolf with blue eyes. It’s too much of a coincidence. What if they are the wolves from the legend? What if their bond, the power they sha

"She wouldn't leave Tiffany unprotected." The French doors explode inward in a shower of glass and splintered wood. Wolves pour through the opening, massive creatures with eyes that glow in the lamplight. But these aren't the wild, unkempt rogues. These wolves move with pack coordination, their fur glossy and well-maintained, their attacks precise. I recognise the largest wolf immediately, though I don't understand how. Storm-grey fur, intelligent amber eyes, and a presence that makes me want to bare my throat in submission. Alpha Luna Sarah Heart, my birth mother, in her wolf form.

But before she could act further, a deep, menacing growl rumbled through the air, vibrating like a thunderous warning. The wolf she had hurled had regained its footing swiftly, and it wasn’t alone. Two more wolves emerged by its side, their eyes glinting with predatory intent. They recognized Amani—the Alpha who had invaded their territory, the formidable leader fiercely defending the two vulnerable omegas. To them, her dedication to these omegas presented a glaring opportunity, a vulnerability they were eager to exploit.

Your Betrothed, Damien of Silverburn Of the very few things I knew about Iceclaw, I knew that when engagements were announced, the she-wolves wore white. My mother had told me it was to show purity and as a reminder of their history, but for a she-wolf that would be Alpha – “More than Alpha,” Sargon reminded – she deserved to forge her own path if she chose to.

To take that first step into an existence different from anything she'd ever known. She was alone for the moment with no one to tell her she was crazy, so she concentrated very hard. Mike? Is that you? Holy god! It was just like the book said. Black and white wolves retained the ability of human thought. Was that what allowed them to communicate telepathically? You heard me? Damn! It really works. What works? That shifters can communicate with humans chosen as their mates. Jamie nearly dropped the bowl. Mates? Did he say mates?