Sigma Wolves Novels & Stories

I focus a bit more and notice that one of the wolves is Sylas; he has to be fighting Laslo. Sylas is a huge gray wolf, bigger than Laslo’s white wolf. Laslo’s wolf is swiping at Sylas, and his claws connect here and there. Sylas twists his body and kicks Laslo’s wolf, sending it flying into a tree. Laslo’s wolf lays at the base of the tree, sprawled out. Sylas marches to the tree base and hovers over Laslo’s wolf, snarling and biting. His jaw reaches over and grabs at the white wolf’s neck.

Why hadn’t I run screaming yet? “Sarah, there are only six white wolves in the world—one on each major continent. White wolves are believed to be direct descendants of the Moon Goddess herself. That’s where our coat color comes from. All packs across the continents acknowledge the authority of white wolves, out of ancient reverence. We mediate disputes and regularly meet with Alphas from everywhere.” I nodded, following—but what did this have to do with rejecting me?

Her call is an echo on the wind, a summons to battle that cannot be ignored. Beside her appears a pair of wolves, Aoron and Eta. They connect with the werewolves, seeking compatible partners amidst the pack. Together, they unleash a powerful howl and charge towards the Drider. They attack from all directions, their claws and teeth deadly weapons that tear and rend. Gradually, they manage to break all the Drider's legs, incapacitating it.

With a unified howl that reverberated through the wilderness, they surged forward, their wolf forms a blur of strength and agility, driven by a shared mission to unravel the Nightshade Pack’s enigmatic silence. Alpha Mikhail Silverclaw led the charge, his golden amber coat gleaming like a torch in the moonlight. His massive wolf, a towering symbol of authority, moved with the confidence of countless missions, his amber eyes scanning the darkness for threats. Behind him, the seven operatives followed in tight formation: Beta Elena Moonshadow, her silver and moonlight-yellow fur shimmering with elegance; Gamma Marcus, his midnight blue coat blending into the shadows; Lucas Stonefur, chestnut b

"You're safe now. Can you tell me what happened? Why do these wolves have Serenity's scent?" The woman wiped her tears, taking a shaky breath. "Wait! You know Serenity." The woman let out a sigh of relief before continuing her story. "I am Dr. Rivers, one of the doctors on the research team. Serenity's blood is flowing within them. But these wolves... they were part of a larger group. They attacked the camper and captured anyone they could. They take some of them to the facility to be experimented on." My heart pounded. "A facility? Where?"

From the dense shadows of the forest, Malrik watched the scene unfold with keen interest. His amber eyes gleamed, reflecting the eerie red glow emanating from Hugo’s wolf form. The Alpha’s primal rage, his unrelenting ferocity—it was exactly what Malrik had expected. But it was Sarai’s voice, trembling yet firm, that truly intrigued him. She had been the one to pull Hugo back from the brink, to quiet the beast within. It was a bond Malrik could twist to his advantage.

Moon closed his eyes to block the tears in his eyes from falling. "Kurgi and I were hunted for a couple hundred years before meeting up with Anatashi and her pack. She invited us in with arms wide open. We stayed and life settled down for us. Not too long after, at least for us, maybe a couple centuries later, we started hearing rumors of another wolf foolishly challenging Nature. The Dark Alpha of Sakura," he looked Rex dead in the eyes, not allowing him to look away, he continued speaking,

There was a tale passed through generations, reaching the 21st Century, about a group of werewolves’ special mutation that brings out dormant abilities from a family’s genetic line. They were said to be marked and blessed by the moon goddess for they were the first of her followers. They were given the title of Legacy Wolves, keeping up their tradition and passing on their special traits through their children.

Damn! Two angry wolves stood in front of him to frighten us, and she stood as Zayn stood If only she had a wolf, at least she wouldn't be afraid now for herself and her companion " Stop, I definitely don't want to fight my herd," he said desperately, hiding our darling behind him worriedly. To hear one of the wolves answer through the association, only members of the herd can speak through the association. " The captain told us that you are not from our herd, so we will never be lenient with you if you don't give us this girl ."

A rare white wolf from the bloodline of the originals. ***