Skyrim Wolf Novels & Stories

Michael Whitlock POV; Spirit walkers are powerful among other wolf packs. This is one of the first things that they learn at a young age, and as they grow older it becomes more common. They could destroy entire armies in the blink of an eye and still stand proudly, as if they were never even in the field to begin with. They are not only strong but also smart; they are very well trained and have excellent senses. They can sense a person' location from miles away. There is something else they can do which is much more dangerous to humanoids.

Her sky-blue eyes drilled holes behind Hakan’s head, flashing the three muscular men a smirk whenever their eyes would wander over to where she was. “Then, I’ll be leaving Richard in charge while I go out to the city. Check the borders, I’ve been hearing talks about rogue wolves roaming around the forest from our hunters.” The man called Richard stepped up before bowing his head, as he received orders from his alpha. The three burly men left immediately when Hakan dismissed the group, turning around to face Skye with her arms crossed and looking bored.

His wolf was named Xavier and he was quick to anger, but never cruel. Clayton is my best friend and that’s why when we had enough members he made me his beta. Our numbers were big enough that a beta was essential. Although we aren’t big enough to warrant a gamma just yet we are having new people join all the time and our family just continues to grow.

She saw Kylie's face and a host of other unrecognizable ones: the faces of the wolves killed by the Rogue Pack. She struggled even harder and called out the names of her friends, from Logan to Louve to Casper. But none of them emerged from the pack house, until the dead wolves reached her and surrounded her, their hands covering her face, her arms, her head. She let out a terrified scream—

I ducked its swing and drove a blade into its ribs. Two more emerged. Claws raked across my arm, I ignored the sting and spun into a sweeping kick that knocked one back. Silver flashed as I slashed across a thigh, dropping him. A fourth wolf pounced from the shadows, and I barely rolled in time. My shoulder hit the ground hard, but I stabbed upward with brutal force, catching it beneath the ribs, while Sarah was putting them down from the entrance with great accuracy. Its our first time working together but her skills are nothing to laugh at.

“Just let go, and I’ll be right there with you.” She calmed slightly as he held her. The first time was always the worst and she was so much older than she should have been for a first timer. He felt his own wolf clawing its way to the front of his mind rushing to be freed. He could feel her letting go, letting the beast with in her move forward. Her wolf was violently making its appearance, with one more blood curtailing scream Tifs eyes opened wide as the wolf broke free of the human form that held her. A beautiful red and silver creature, the bright green eyes glinting in the moon lit snow covered night. His black wolf hushing to meet hers. Siron had only one thought rush through his mind

] [TITLE AWARDED: URBAN WOLF KING. [EFFECT: PASSIVELY INCREASES INFLUENCE AND INTIMIDATION OVER ALL PREDATORS WITHIN YOUR DESIGNATED TERRITORY.] [NEW FUNCTION UNLOCKED: WOLF PACK SUMMONS.] [DESCRIPTION: YOU CAN NOW SENSE AND MARK THE LOCATION OF ALL UNSWORN WEREWOLVES WITHIN YOUR TERRITORY. YOU MAY ISSUE A SUMMONS. OBEDIENCE IS NOT GUARANTEED, BUT DEFIANCE WILL BE NOTED.]

The sleet hissed against his bare, blood-streaked chest, turning to tiny wisps of steam as his aura flared with a low, dangerous rumble. "They smell blood," Eldrick growled, his golden eyes sweeping the timberline. "They want to see if the rumors of the Blackthorn Alpha are true." A low, guttural snarl broke from the thickets on our right. A massive, charcoal-coated wolf, easily the size of a warhorse, its left ear torn to a jagged stump, stepped out onto the frozen mud of the path. Bone-white scars crisscrossed its snout, and its pale yellow eyes held zero fear.

Stormie’s wolf is a silver colored wolf with a gentle splash of black around it feet. His dreamy silver eyes pierce through the forest looking for movement and indeed he saw one out of the corner of his eyes. Halt!!! He said to everyone and they all stop. He look around, carefully walking toward the the shadow his clattering teeth ready to tear everything into nothing. Well well well, what do we have here?

A massive wolf burst from the bushes. Its fur was silver-white. A Silverclaw scout. It lunged for Lycian's throat. Lycian didn't transform. He didn't have time. He caught the wolf in mid-air. His hands clamped around its jaws. With a roar, he threw the beast into a tree. THUD. The wolf yelped and hit the ground hard. Two more wolves jumped from the shadows. They ignored Lycian. They went straight for Arielle. They smelled the blood on her.