Son Of The Wolf Novels & Stories

Alpha Peter struggled with speechlessness, as he digested what the redheaded human in front of him had just said and implied. A big black wolf with deep blue eyes? That was the exact description of his son. He had seen it first hand in the forest. If not for the other interesting factor, the phanthom and the human, he had almost gushed at the largeness of his son's wolf, and its sheer blackness; and he hadn't even turned 18 yet. He had been happy, but then the issue of the phanthom had zapped his interest.

When he was ready, he spoke. “This is from your mother,” he whispered. “She was a white wolf. A pure white wolf. The first in over a century. Her name was Amala.” He walked around to stand in front of us, reaching up to touch the other side of Nova’s face. “This… you get from your father. Samir was his wolf. He was pitch black. Darker than a midnight shadow during a new moon. He was an impressive wolf. And Ashad was an impressive man. A good man. I’m sorry for what happened to him, Sutton. I’m sorry I failed to see what my father was capable of.”

“There could have been an error back then, my daughter. But the wolf you bear is not a Lycan like us. Not only is your wolf a regular wolf, but you also inherited your real Father’s hybrid powers. We don’t need a blood test to tell that you are his offspring.” “That idiot used you before I met you!” Father suddenly stood up with rage, “I saved you from his manipulation the moment I found out that you were my fated! I gave you a better life, yet you slept with a man who gave you scars that remain till now! And you expect me to take this thing here as my daughter? Made me search for nineteen years for a child that wasn’t mine! Dammit!”

His voice, soft and tremulous, strikes through me like a bolt of lightning. He could speak! But my wolf doesn’t care. Her head snaps toward him, her eyes narrowing as she sizes him up, the scent of blood still thick in the air. Ryker's eyes widen in terror as he stares at his father lying on the ground, bleeding and injured I feel the wolf’s predatory thoughts echo through my mind. ‘Weak. Easy prey.’ I instantly freeze up when I heard that. Ryker is my son, technically our son. I couldn’t believe she would also desire to kill him.

“Almost no one does. His birth was… dark. Horrific.” “What do you mean, dark?” Kirill asked. “Why have you kept silent all these years?” “Because I protected my daughter myself,” the man snapped. “May I continue?” “Continue,” Egor barked. “You all know Gromov is human.” They nodded. “But his son is a werewolf. Gromov kept a she-wolf captive and used her until she bore him a son. Immediately after giving birth, the poor woman took her own life.

I spoke with a flat tone and watched the colour drain from his face and fear take over. “Kill him.” He shouted as he shifted into a muddy coloured brown wolf. One that was no match for my own. I ran straight for him, shifting mid air into Khaos' huge black wolf. One of the other wolves came at me from the side as Jack went in for my throat. Both were nothing, as I kicked my back legs out at the unknown rogue and heard the snapping of bones as I shattered his jaw. Followed by his yelp of pain. Jack, seeing that he wasn't going to get my throat veered left and jumped onto my back, sinking his teeth into my shoulder.

“The mixed couple that just got married, uh, he’s lion, right?” “We believe so. We mostly guess at what we were mixed with since the records were destroyed. With his coloring and his personality we can assume he was mixed with that DNA. What about him?” “I met Justice North and he has the same kind of eyes as Valiant. Is he lion?” That would explain the roar after sex. “His coloring is not right. In my free time I’m studying animals. I wanted to guess better what some of us were changed with.” Breeze looked proud. “I think he is

I took my bike and rode off to Babe’s house. A different part of me wanted me to go back and let Maj do what she wanted but another part knew it wasn't right. Babe doesn't deserve any of that. “STOP! STOP PLEASE” I stopped my bike behind a building as soon as I heard her pleas. The wolf was already dragging her. I stayed behind at the edge of the building and waited for the wolf to recognize my dominant aura. It didn't take long before it did. It stopped and bowed. I might not be the Alpha yet but I was the Alpha’s son. My command is power. I growled at the wolf and as Babe took off, the wolf also did. I didn't need to follow it, it will make its way back to me.

one of the wolves behind him said, and moved closer to him. Christian watched the large brown wolf as it got close to him, waiting for him to explain what he had just said about his father. "What do you mean?" he finally asked the large brown wolf. "Your father who says he's an Alpha is not," the wolf said. "It's only a title he walks around with, nothing more. He is not a good ruler and the pack he rules is yours. Every wrong he has done to your pack affects your wolves, but you are too blind and foolish to see it," he said.

Even though the law stated that no one was supposed to hunt this time of year, I was sure none of them cared. "I would refrain from speaking ill of the dead," I replied, to everyone's shock. Someone cleared their throat beside me. A tall man with scraggly hair that fell into his face. "It is an animal. Has no soul. Why should we respect it if it would have killed us the moment it spotted us?" Rolling my eyes, I carried on walking. Right up to Ben, who was inspecting the other wolf pups. Several priestesses crowded around him. Made sure the man touched each pup tenderly.