Super Hero Wolf Novels & Stories

These two have earned that pride and honor. Out of all of my siblings, teaching these two how to control their gifts was the hardest. The most challenging. Their wolves possess the gifts of super strength and what we call ‘skin shield’. While activating their strength, their skin will become hard as diamonds, protecting their bodies from damage while using their enhanced strength. Which is extremely useful when you’re running through cement walls or punching through trees. Even as wolves, we can be harmed beyond repair. This gift allows them to use their strength while protecting themselves and not taking damage to soft tissue or bones.

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.

A magnificent silver wolf, its fur glistening in the morning sunlight, stood tall and proud, its presence radiating power and controlled fury. For a fleeting moment, I thought it might be Nate, a beacon of salvation in our darkest hour. But as the wolf stalked towards the approaching rogues, a strange sense of unease settled in my stomach. This wolf was larger, with a battle-scarred face and piercing blue eyes that held an unsettling familiarity. It wasn’t Mate – but who was it, and why was it helping us?

Instantly, Jeremy’s protective instincts took over. “Shit.” Jeremy shifted and sprinted after her, running as fast as his four legs could carry him. She was fast, but he gained on her quickly. She dodged left, then right, trying to throw him off her trail. Had he been any other wolf, she might have outmaneuvered him. But he wasn’t just any wolf. He was Jeremy Lennon, high commander of the Grey Wolf armies, and he’d made it his life’s work to be outplayed by no one.

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.

I swallowed, "you're my last resort coz you have information that I don't. I honestly don't know what to do. Please help clarify somethings to me." 'you have a minute before they realize you called.' "there has been Wolf attacks here.. I don't know if it's them... But I had a connection with one.. Strangely the same connection I have with a girl.. She's human... I don't know what this means. Can one person have two mates?" 'if there has been wolf attacks why are you still even there?' I swallowed, shit! I should have known he will ask this. "because they happened before I got here. So they had nothing to do with me."

Despite the fact that the werewolf standing in front of me was truly the very focus of a woman's dream in all external signs. The short-sleeved black T-shirt hugged the broad shoulders and the relief of a pile of muscles, awakening quite unambiguous fantasies in my long-suffering brain. Dark hair without any troubles about trends in fashionable haircuts beckoned me to grab it with my fingers and never let go until its owner makes me die of orgasm. “I belong to the alpha of the gray wolf clan!” - blurted out the most brilliant idea of ​​all, which she was capable of, contrary to her own thoughts.

He paused, his eyes scanning my face for any sign of understanding. “I couldn't help but laugh, I guess either I'm hearing things or I'm not the only crazy one in the room.” Zayn stepped closer, his movements deliberate and careful, as if I might bolt at any moment. “You’re a wolf,” he said, his voice steady. “You always have been. You just didn’t know it yet.” I burst out in laughter once again, sharp and bitter, verging on hysteria. “You’re insane. This is insane.”

It was obvious that he wasn’t in a good mood, war was looming around the corner and he didn’t even know anything about the people that were threatening to attack. Herrick adjusted his glasses, cleared his throat and began. “Good day ladies and gentlemen,” he started and paused a little bit for the audience to respond. “The White Wolf is more than just a myth. Infact, it’s not a myth at all, it is very very real. They are a rare breed of werewolf, born with unmatched strength and abilities. Their power is said to rival even the strongest alphas in the werewolf world.” He paused for a few seconds again and allowed what he had just passed across to really digest into the audience.