Sigma Wolves Novels & Stories

she went to the mirror, but I pretended to admire the braided braid, but I couldn’t stand it and still asked: - Why? - So in a pack of festivities. Alex is here, someone needs to keep an eye on everyone. Otherwise, we werewolves are a hot people: it’s not far from parties to fights. - And what, often there are fights? - I frowned at her. - There are. Where do without them. If someone throws the wrong look at someone else's she-wolf, and even gives a compliment - there will be a fight. And even more so today, in honor of the holiday, the men probably got cognac, - she sighed. - Only the alpha with its strength disperses the brawlers, and even the elders can apply it.

Adasha The wolves emerged silently, their golden eyes gleaming with intensity. Their movements were deliberate, practiced, and lethal. I froze, my breath catching in my throat. How had they gotten so close without me sensing them? I cursed myself for my lapse in vigilance. The relief of escaping Randy had blinded me to the dangers of these unfamiliar woods. There were too many of them. My heart raced as I took in their numbers—this wasn’t a rogue ambush. These wolves belonged to a pack. Their scent carried strength and unity, and judging by their size and discipline, they were Betas. Fierce, loyal, and utterly unforgiving.

The weight in the air stole the words right out of their lungs. Then—crackling. Soft at first. Then growing. A low, eerie hum that crawled across the back of her neck. It was fire. And it was light. And it was alive. They turned. And everything else vanished. There, in the middle of the scorched battlefield, stood two figures so blindingly impossible that the world itself seemed to hold its breath. Two wolves. But not like anything they’d ever seen—not even in dreams. The first—massive, towering, wrapped in fire so pure it bled gold. Every movement of his fur sparked with flame, not chaotic but controlled, deliberate, powerful. His eyes were blue. Deep and endless. Familiar. Burning. Atlas.

Silence followed—thick, deliberate, terrifying. I scrambled backward, breath coming in sharp gasps as shadows emerged between the trees. Yellow eyes. Gray fur streaked with blood. Wolves bigger than anything I had ever seen, but unlike the alpha this is average which only means the grey wolf is Alpha's beta Manuel. Their muscles coiling beneath their skin, teeth bared. My back hit a tree, nowhere left to go. I pressed myself against the bark, shaking so hard my teeth rattled. My legs refused to move. One of them stepped forward, massive and scarred, his eyes burning with recognition.

She began to fade with the darkness until no trace of her was seen. Lucia jerked away to earth, panting heavily like she had just run a marathon. Strange, she could remember everything she discussed with her mother. In almost all cases, she barely remembered what took place in the dream. That was a sign... The Witch-Wolf is about to be born... "And where are you headed, Jackson?" A voice trailed him as he sauntered through the thick forest after the meeting of his pack in the forest. He felt heavy because like all other times, he had been frustrated, insulted, and used.

Giving in to her curiosity on how a wolfless former Slave and Omega—now a Beta—can have powers that not even the late Alpha Cal possessed. It’s a rare gift bestowed by the Moon Goddess, only those who are bold and worthy of its delicious heat. As if in answer, her slumbering flame grumbled—perhaps furious for awakening it in the middle of— “An orgy,” Alpha Alain’s voice was too intimate to just be a whisper. “That’s what we’re having today. To honor some old werewolf laws that no one knew who wrote or started.” As if the mention of those ancient laws sparked her curiosity more, Sasha found herself asking, “Are there really only three packs in all of Westfall?”

"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.

No, she will fight, and if she must, she will forge alliances in the shadows where the violet moon dare not reach. Her path is clear, though perilous. The only one who could possibly stand against the might of Alpha Wilson and the Redbone Pack is the one who lurks in the heart of the Amazonian Rainforest, a place where even the bravest wolves fear to tread. Alpha Cortis Reynold, the Black Mamba of Javari Valley, a name whispered with reverence and dread alike. It is said that his teeth are venomous and his heart is colder than the darkest night. The stories tell of his dominance, his hunger for power that rivals that of any wolf in North America. If there’s one soul in the world who would re

However, my father had held me back, warning me that while the pack was excited for my arrival and my transformation, I was also dangerous to them. He wouldn't tell me more than that and I had no idea what to make of what he said. I was dangerous to them? Why? Our smell, Danika. As an omega, we can emit...certain smells that entice other wolves. What? Why? Why would we want to emit that? It's not something we can control.

They were well dressed but not uncomfortably so. The werewolf was much taller than any she-wolf Chloe had ever seen. Chloe was instantly reminded of the tales of Amazonian warriors who were regarded for their beauty, strength and combat abilities. There was nothing but muscle on this female and yet she was beautiful with her eyes and thick long hair the same colour black of espresso coffee. Bronze skin peeked out from under the black uniform she was wearing that hugged her trim figure like a second skin. Chloe could tell this she-wolf was not to be messed with and yet her luscious lips were tilted into a friendly smile that even the coldest of hearts couldn’t resist. It took a few moments to