The House Of Wolves Novelas e Histórias

The order came from the royals. ''The whole pack needs to transfer to the pack house immediately. Until this war ends all the wolves need to live in that house. And no one is allowed to go home or out of the pack house area without permission." - An order from the Alpha. Everyone was ordered to move to the pack house. Though it was called a house but it was actually a huge mansion. The Alpha and his family lived there. But it was also used in case of pack wars. It was a three story mansion with large number of chambers and a huge dungeon.

The howls came from different directions, a haunting harmony that seemed to surround Nicholas with a sense of solidarity and shared grief. As the howls grew louder, three massive wolves emerged from the darkness, their eyes glowing like embers in the night, but still somber and clouded with grief and rage. One wolf appeared at the entrance of the mansion, its fur a majestic gray that seemed to shimmer in the moonlight. The other two wolves emerged from behind the mansion, their fur a darker, more foreboding shade that seemed to blend seamlessly with the shadows.

It was making the pack choose where to gather, where to split, where to protect, and in doing so it was redrawing the map of the house toward the east—toward itself. Then the pack answered back. Not with a command this time. With a howl. One wolf in the council hall began it—old, female, half-blind, one of the widows who had lost her mate seasons ago. Another picked it up from the west stair. Then a third from the nursery. A fourth from the kitchens. The sound spread through the den, not wild but communal, wolves locating one another by truth instead of mimicry. For one impossible second, the whole house sang its own shape back at the route. The creature below recoiled. The second heartbeat

Calden The air shifts from the sweet scent of spiced wine to the raw, copper tang of blood in a second. The music dies instantly, replaced by a wall of high-pitched screams that rattles the glass windows of the main pack house. I stand frozen for one agonizing heartbeat, watching gray wolves with sickly green eyes tear through the decorative linen banners, their jaws snapping at anyone within reach. The silver and blue dress I spent the last ten minutes searching for is right in front of me, but the relief vanishes under a wave of absolute chaos.

His clan was feared and respected for a good reason. He was already too late for the start of the ceremony where the male wolves got a chance to look at all the participating, she-wolves. Noah did not mind missing it because he was not interested in the she-wolves and the male wolves just annoyed him. They were a bunch of raging hormones ready to explode. It seemed like they couldn’t keep their wolves in check so all that came out of their mouths was talk about fucking their mate. He had been lucky with his wolf Achak. Achak meant spirit in Native American and he had always been a calm beacon for Noah. Since the day he transformed Achak had been something he could rely on. His thoughts got i

I heard Bazaar. I then know what the dark smoke was. It was wolfbane the substance they discovered to kill and weaken a wolf. The wolfsbane was now causing me difficulty breathing. My eyes run water and my vision became blurry still I didn't close my eyes. My eyes remained half-opened until I saw the dark dust that surrounded us slowly disappeared. When it did everyone within the wall was lying on the floor still and scared. It was not easy seeing them since my vision was still a bit blurry, but there was one image I could see clearly, and that was a white large werewolf that appears to be a she-wolf lying on the ground with a knife in its heart, covered in bright red blood. Bazaar walked ov

I muttered under my breath. That family was really something else. I couldn’t even stay mad at Halle anymore. But still, I couldn’t ignore the fact that the rest of the pack members would go crazy if they discovered that Halle didn’t have a wolf. She was technically their Luna. And they wouldn’t want someone without a wolf to lead them. They just didn’t have to find out about it. “What are you going to do with me?” Halle’s voice trembled, her eyes filled with a mixture of guilt and remorse.

There were no men to shoot silver bullets, no men to wield a machete and sever a wolf’s head. The pack burst into the house through a large leaded-glass window, barking and snapping and snarling ferociously. There were six of them, of all colors: grey, black, brown, brindle. They went from one girl to another, feasting on her flesh, splattering gore on the fine upholstery and the beautiful dresses worn by their prey.

Noticed my size. Mother swore up and down that we didn't come from an Alpha line. That we were common folk who had moved from Ireland because our father became depressed about the climate. Mine and Isaac's wolves said a whole other story. We were massive, even for the larger ones of the pack. Our sizes rivaled any Alpha's

There was a tale passed through generations, reaching the 21st Century, about a group of werewolves’ special mutation that brings out dormant abilities from a family’s genetic line. They were said to be marked and blessed by the moon goddess for they were the first of her followers. They were given the title of Legacy Wolves, keeping up their tradition and passing on their special traits through their children.