The Grey Wolves Series Novels & Stories

My mom had been captured by rogues for the sole purpose of using and abusing the red wolf’s power, and Grey was determined that it would never happen again. ‘I can’t make any promises.’ Grey replied. I couldn’t help but roll my eyes. My wolf was unique. Although mostly black, his paws and a stripe on his chest were a dark red color. The color was so dark it almost looked black, but when the sun shined off of it, you could see the red hue to it. Grey liked to joke that it made him more powerful. I was certain it made him more of a jackass.

I’m still so on edge that it doesn’t immediately register that he’s coming from the direction of the squad complex; this is clearly friend, not foe. The air around the black wolf shimmers as he shifts, and I then see Gray’s muscular body crouching in his place. I’ve never seen Gray’s wolf before, but I’m struck by how beautiful he is. A beautiful wolf for a beautiful man. Brock’s already pulled his boxers on, but he tosses his gym shorts to a naked Gray. He slides them on so quickly that I can’t even really catch a proper glance at his manhood. Damn. Our eyes meet, only for a moment, then Gray stalks over to Casey and Brock. The three of them take a few steps away from Vienna and me, speakin

The Red Moon Pack grounds were quiet now, but the sounds of the morning’s trouble still felt like an unwanted visitor in the air. Wolves walked slowly through the clearing, their fur messy with dirt and frost. The older wolves and leaders whispered to each other, thinking about what had happened. Their eyes often looked at him; Alexander Grey, the omega who had fought like a storm nobody expected. Some looked at him with wonder, others with jealousy they tried to hide, and a few with careful fear.

But if you look closely, you will see the difference between the two. "I'm going to distract the gray wolf." The Wolf with red fur commands the black Wolf next to him. The Black Wolf received the order and left in Windy's direction. The Red Wolf is alert when sensitively detecting someone approaching. When it turned around, it saw a Wolf with black fur and sharp eyes. The Red Wolf was no longer conservative but somewhat reverent towards the Black Wolf. I thought the Red Wolf was the leader of the assassin group, but it wasn't. Their leader is a black wolf with blue eyes, and he wants to stand on the high cliff and declare war on his opponent.

Emily whispered, her heart racing as she watched. On the field, three wolves fought fiercely. Elvie and Amelia were both dark brown wolves, sleek and powerful, while Natalie transformed into a lighter brown wolf. Blood stained the ground, shocking everyone who had gathered to watch. Marriott gasped, her eyes wide. "Why are they in blood? This was supposed to be a friendly match!" "They're fighting over Tom," Emily muttered, her gaze fixed on the scene below. "Natalie told them he's single now. She's trying to eliminate anyone who could be a threat to her."

I heard cries from the guys, which means they have already coped with their task. “An old shabby wolf and a young she-wolf,” a mocking voice of the owner was heard. The paws standing on the ground began to freeze. PAWS, NOT LEGS! Yes, what is he? I growled and twitched to the side to stretch a little and throw off the obsession. Where is this bastard hiding? Soon I felt that Mikhail began to move around. Yes, stop! Are we fire wolves and are we freezing now? Rave! I bristled, and my fur was instantly covered with fire. The fog began to dissipate. Illusion! Vampires are empaths, even if I can't be commanded by force, illusion is different. Catching the scent of the vampire master, I rushed to

A rustle of snow. A shadow moved. Then— A lone wolf stepped out of the darkness. Massive. Black fur. Eyes glowing silver. Rylan stiffened instantly. “Not possible.” Kade swore. “That can’t be—” Lyra’s heartbeat tripped. The wolf lowered its head… in a bow. “What is that?” she whispered. Rylan’s voice was barely human. “A sentinel.” Lyra’s breath caught. Sentinels were ancient wolves said to serve only one bloodline—one house. A house believed extinct.

“Let’s see if we can spot the wolves while we wait.” It wasn’t their wolven cousins that Estrid was referring to, or others like them who were blessed with two forms. Only a few could see these wolves naturally and even fewer could communicate with them. They were as dark as night and yet moved like smoke or water in a stream. They could disappear into nothing at the slightest hint of light and yet grow and multiply at times like this when the sunlight waned and twilight crept in. For Estrid, the wolves in the shadows were family. They protected her people and asked for so little in return except to be loved. They were vicious against enemies, the shapeless assassins and spies that could pen

Ever since I found out that Halle didn’t have a wolf, it felt like her life was always in danger. Whenever she wasn’t close to me, I would start thinking about the worst possible scenarios. I wanted to fix her problem, but I had no idea where to start. It wasn’t normal for one to be without a wolf after the age of 21. Something had to be wrong somewhere. And I needed to figure it out before people would start asking questions. Grimm had already asked me about it. And it was only a matter of time before the other members of the pack would start demanding answers.

"And then the debt collectors will come for both of us and seize pack lands, and every wolf in Crescent Moon Pack will lose their homes because you were too selfish to accept your fate. Can you live with that?" The trap closes around me so perfectly I almost admire the cruelty. He knows I cannot let the pack suffer for his mistakes, recognizes I have spent three years protecting these wolves from his incompetence, and admits I will choose their safety over my freedom. "You are a monster," I say. "I'm a realist." He responds by straightening his jacket like we just finished a pleasant conversation. "You were never going to give me an heir anyway, too defective for that. At least this way you