The Grey Wolves Series Novels & Stories

His silver eyes were fixed on the shadows moving at the base of the rocks, hundreds of them, circling us with a rhythmic, mechanical grace that made my hackles rise. They were the Hollowed Wolves. Once, they had been the proud survivors of the northern wastes, red-furred hunters who chose the old ways over our filtered miracles. Now, they were shells. Their fur was matted and stained with frost, their ribs showing through skin that looked as thin as parchment. But it was their eyes that stopped my breath. They weren't red like the Shadow Pack, and they weren't silver like ours. They were lightless pits of grey, as if someone had reached inside their skulls and extinguished the fire of their

Still, it seemed to be soothing him, so I let him continue. “Yes.” My tone was clipped, abrupt, so I pulled an apologetic face at him. “Sorry.” “No, I get it. This is driving me mad.” “It has to be Greyhide Canyon. Doesn’t it?” “It is. I recognise some of their wolves.” His voice dipped into a growl as he said wolves. “We’re right on the border. They must be marching on my pack.”

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.

I've neither heard of nor seen a grey wolf! There are black wolves which are the Alphas. And then there are other coloured wolves from shades of brown or hybrids of colours. There are white wolves who were granted some healing power, but a grey wolf? I've never known it'd be possible... maybe I am special! Gosh! Who am I even kidding? A special Omega, that's unheard of! 'Hera.' my wolf whispers and something in me perks up at the mention of the name because I've heard that name before!

“You jealous, or just mad no one wants to fuck a snake like you?” The girl’s face reddened, and her friends dragged her away before Scarlet’s temper exploded. Scarlet exhaled, her pulse pounding in her ears. The wolves at Blackwood loved to talk ... they thrived on tearing each other apart just to feel superior. From the shadows near the library steps, a pair of golden eyes followed her every move. Grey leaned against a pillar, hood drawn low. He wasn’t like the others ... not the loud, privileged, perfect wolves who strutted the campus. No, Grey was quieter. Dangerous. The kind of werewolf whose name alone made people swallow their pride and take a step back.

I don't care if anyone sees me or if I end up on the news my anger will never let this man go free. "Listen, dude, I didn't come here to play. I came here for answers. Now quit playing and tell me what being a grey wolf means." His smile isn't there anymore, he looks as confused as ever. "I'm not playing with you Chloe, you were born a grey werewolf. Your father was a grey werewolf, you're a grey werewolf. Grey werewolves are more powerful than regular werewolves, grey wolves are also the only breed of werewolves to not be controlled by the moon. You all can turn at will and it won't even hurt." He chuckles. "Y'all are lucky bastards."

I let my wolf know because the Gray wolf looked like he was tired and barely holding on With a few more hits and growling, Ghost had the gray wolf under his paw, not wasting time he bit down hard and deep on the wolf's neck before ripping his throat off. Pulling off him, Ghost gave me control standing there. We watched as the gray wolf took his last breath.

One of the men yelled and Hawk guy was able to jump out of the way just before Greyson's wolf was able to get him Hawk guy landed a bit further away with wide eyes before he suddenly screamed "Get him, take his head!" The others answered with roars and the sound of more ripping fabric was heard as they all shifted into their wolf forms and lunged at Greyson I watched with bulging eyes as Greyson's big black wolf moved around swiftly with ease and precision, taking out the other wolves one after the other with skills that only a well trained warrior wolf possessed He swiped at one with his sharp claws, sank his teeth into the throat of another and ripped it out

NARC wanted to off options for those who first came. The pack still exists, somewhere to the north of the Lilac Grove. People still come hoping to learn about the once secret world of the legendary supernatural creatures. This ends Wolf’s Den Bar & Grill. Yes, the story still goes on. If you haven’t read other parts of this story. It all starts with the A Black River Pack Series: Book 1: His Brother’s Mate/A Black River Pack Yule Book 2: Hell Hounds Book 3: Serving the Alpha at His Whim

Jora’s POV Snarls and howling are what filled the night as I ran through the drudged mud that felt more like quick sand, by the time I reached the edge of the pack lands two black wolfs jump out in front of me preventing me from entering the pack land when they see the two grey decaying wolves behind me, they smelt horrid and their flesh was holding on by a hair, you could see their ribs and their glossed over eyes. One of the grey wolves howls out that stills the noise for a second when he cries out MATE, my eyes widen when the black wolf behind me jumps over me to shield my body from the grey wolf that had just set claim to me, his body was built with muscle and his aura was deathly. He sn