Sonic Wolves Novels & Stories

He chuckled, but kind of softly. - Yeah, just imagine. Several times I saw you fooling around behind your house. And only then I realized when I joined your company: it’s very comfortable and calm with you, you attract me like the sun and warm me with your warmth. And if our beasts, as you think, really pushed us towards each other, it would have happened sooner, Leah. From the very first sight. Usually the rest of the werewolves do this: as soon as they smell a couple, they are drawn to each other. But we don’t have that situation: your artifact blocks the smell, that’s why there was no recognition, and even now I catch only the subtlest echoes of yours, namely your smell. And then, just be

He loved coming to the casino, not to gamble, the supply of liquor, always managed to put a smile on his face. Wolves who had an issue with shifting or who haven’t found their mate, tended to drink. Sex wasn’t good enough for them because the only women they could fuck were humans, and their holes were too small to accommodate our fat cocks. Frustrated to the point of madness was not an understatement. No, we needed mates. For some reason their holes were bigger and could satisfy us completely. Yet, Winter never had this issue. In some ways he was the perfect one out of us three.

We were winning. Then, the ground vibrated. From the dark ridge overlooking the courtyard, a heavy, armored Zunter vehicle rolled into view. Mounted on top was a massive, satellite-dish weapon. "Seth, get down!" I screamed through the link, but it was too late. A massive, invisible wave of high-frequency acoustic energy discharged from the dish. The sound didn't hit our ears—it hit our skulls. It was a localized sonic weapon designed to shatter a wolf’s internal equilibrium. Hunter and Seth dropped to their knees, clutching their heads as their wolves howled in pure agony.

He said, "I thought you were on her side all this while. But please, you are not doing us any kindness here. Do you think you are doing the right thing? I can tell you are doing the wrong thing. Let's beg her and see what she does." "Beg my ass" he scoffed out a mirthless chuckle and pointed the gun towards Andre "You will not tell me what to do with her. Do you understand me!" Andre said, "Calm down. That will do, Norris. There is no need for that." My lips trembled at the drama. They wouldn't dare to fight me or my wolf, because we both were just deadly. I could single-handedly take on a whole Pack and beat them to a pulp.

It is listening. Behind us, branches snap. One of the werewolves, Dax, and the female mercenary, Liora, are arguing about direction. Therin’s voice joins in, smooth and mocking. Elyra glides ahead, muttering something that might be a spell. The she-wolf, Renna, keeps close to the witch’s shadow, and the older wolf, Corran, trails her protectively. The rest scatter into fog. “Just a tip,” the Herald’s voice booms from nowhere. “The forest feeds on loneliness!”

The wolf's bay carried through the air. Lucas wasted no time running towards the sound. Certain this was it, one of his soldiers found something. His paws hit the snow as he sped forward, gearing himself up for a fight. The baying continued and started moving towards the lodge. Lucas shifted his path knowing the howling wolf decided the best thing was to regroup there. It didn't take long for Lucas to arrive. An all too familiar scent filled the air. The wolf who was howling arrived first, he continued to make the call drawing everyone back.

Ethan remind me and I nod running to go find Roman, but I was too excited to tell him anything, instead of being me, I shifted into my white wolf form now. "Too excited?" daddy Romy asks and I nodded my wolf head yes, barking a couple of times at him. "Go play," he says and I take off and meet up with my friend, we both go out of the house, out toward the backyard and started to play. We're both small wolves, well small compared to the others, and they are around to keep an eye on us, worried that we'd take off too far, or maybe start a war, I was ready to start a war, it'll be fun! They are nanny wolves, or that's what I heard Rory call them before, they are here to make sure we don't cause

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.

He towered above me like a dark mountain with bright red eyes that shone like the stars in the sky. "I want them both dead!" I heard Bazaar yell. Several werewolves protectors and hunters encircled us ready to attack. The blood-eyed werewolf howled and I saw them scattered about like dead leaves by the powerful sound that came from his mouth. My face grimaced in pain at the sound, it was too strong for my ears. My ears felt like they were bleeding. My hand pressed hard against both ears trying to block out the dangerous and deafening sound. "You both will not leave this wall alive," Bazaar and more of his guards aimed their weapons shooting wolfbanes arrows at us.

Seraya gasped behind me, and I could feel her hold on to my shirt again, looking at the bow. Wolfsbane and silver combined was very deadly and no wolf can survive it, not even a strong alpha. The poison from wolfsbane burns the blood, and silver weakens the wolf completely. It was no wonder the rogues died the moment he shot them. I didn’t say anything and just glared at Caleb, my fists tight with my body shaking from trying to stay calm. Caleb was pushing me and he wanted a fight but if I moved the wrong way, I might not live to fight with him at all.