Strong Alpha Wolf Novels & Stories

Alphas are notoriously independent and hard-headed. Once they arrived back at the condo, Luca and Tatiana went back to their room. Tia laid on the bed watching Luca change into jeans and a t-shirt. As he sat down next to her, they looked through the paperwork. The last documented True Alpha in Washington state was way back in 1912. The wolf developed fully into his Primary Alpha status by the age of 22. His abilities were all intensified, making him the strongest Alpha in the State. He ruled over the Snow Moon Pack in Eastern Washington, making it the largest pack until 1998. Hunters killed him and his pack split into three new packs. His Alpha strength was close to that of a Zeta. His Alpha

I said "These are abilities only weaklings have, true strength comes from having the greatest power, commanding the greatest army" "The moon goddess doesn't grant a wolf alpha status due to just physical strength, you must have a healthy heart to become a successful alpha" I said "What are you saying little wolf, healthy what? Those are gibberish, you don't need all those things" "So what did you do after?" I asked "I began to kill, everyone in the pack one by one until I was captured"

I have been suppressed because you were not ready for that kind of power,' Fur spills across my arms, thick and white. I gasp. White......The rarest of colors. My heart races. A white wolf is known to be one of the strongest of wolves. Their power can match that of an alphas. They are idolized but are also prone to have enemies. Alpha enemies. My spine curves as my body changes as agony and power clashes together in a violent tide. I let out a scream until my voice breaks, until the sound turns savage and unrecognizable.

Battling weaker packs and overtaking their lands for power, making my pack, The Dark Wolf pack, one of the largest and strongest in the world. This particular alpha has fought a good fight. Alphas are known to be proud and confident, but the last pack I defeated, their alpha had surrendered to save his life. Right now, I feel power surge through my whole body. I can barely feel all the pains and injuries from the fight, I would heal eventually. After all, we werewolves are known for our super healing powers. I howled at the moon. Another victory.

Blasting a powerful counterattack to divert its attention to them. The creature looked at them furious his eyes started glowing and howled deafeningly. I began covering my ears due to the loud sound it made. "That creature was way too strong! Not even a scratch can be detected." My parents who have incredibly strong manas can't handle the mana it possesses. "It must be an alpha."To think about it, wolves have packs right? an alpha who ruled them and a beta and an omega who obeys.

I turned back to my laptop and read through the words again for the millionth time. "An Alpha is the leader of a pack of werewolves. It is the strongest, most powerful and by far the most lethal variety of Werewolf."I continued reading with the lump in my throat and the trembling of my voice. "The Alpha's are the strongest, wisest, highest-ranking members of the wolf pack, as they hold absolute control over their pack members,"My eyes scrolled down. There was a lot of information. "The Alphas are responsible for leading the pack on the hunt,"I paused.

I just couldn't stay silent. He looked at me and offered an archaic smile. "Just one thing, Scarlett. I was wondering since this is a pack of wolves, isn't it best that the strongest lead the pack? I mean, that's how nature works. The alpha position should be reserved for the strongest wolf in the pack because he should be able to protect and fight for the pack. What will a normal warrior wolf do if another alpha comes and challenges him? He will apparently lose the challenge and the pack members will suffer. We can't risk that," he voiced his opinion.

He didn't say much but directly asked about the problem. Ezra looked up at the black-haired wolf above the cliff, and he wanted to gauge the enemy's abilities and know who the incoming one was. “I want to know who my opponent is?” One sentence of Ezra was enough to answer the opponent's question and also forced the opponent to reveal his identity. “A coward like you also wants to know my master’s identity?” The golden-haired wolf suddenly said something he shouldn't have said. The red-furred wolf knew this would anger the leader, so she turned her head to look at the leader.

He said, and I was weak with fear. Ace wolves. I had heard of them once when we were talking about species. They shift at birth, become stronger with age and tend to go mad. It was a dying race, and it stayed in one bloodline. If what Randolph was saying was true, no one would be able to subdue Alpha Macsim; he was fifty years old, which meant his wolf would be super strong. It was not good news at all.

Their strengths included; superhuman strength, speed, nocturnal vision, ultrasonic hearing, rapid healing, and an enhanced sense of smell. I turned the page and found a lengthy journal entry that was titled, The hierarchy of the werewolves. Alpha: An Alpha Werewolf is the leader of a pack of werewolves. He is the strongest, most powerful and by far the most lethal variety of Werewolf. Alpha's are said to possess great power. Luna: The Alphas mate is called the Luna, she is the queen of the pack. Respected greatly by all the other wolves and is treated like their mother for guidance and council.