The Son Of Red Fang Novels & Stories

I guess like father like son in that regard, as both his sons left me. Iris tells me not to take it personally, that her husband struggles with his demons, and its guilt he feels when he looks at me. Knowing what his cub mate did to me and my family, gets to him. Bale Fangman was his best friend growing up in the pack and he went on to do unspeakable things. That admission doesn’t make me feel better though, and I’m not sure how to make things better between us if my mere existence makes Beta Alder uneasy. I avoid him when I can.

Edric began gently, his voice softer than most had ever heard it, “where are you from?” The boy with the frizzy curls glanced at the others. He was the oldest, maybe ten. “We… from Red Fang. Across the ridge.” “Red Fang,” I repeated slowly. I’d heard of them before, and not in glowing terms. The boy nodded. “Our parents were…taken. Say they do bad thing in war. Not true. But we still…kick out. Not allowed back.” The girl beside him clutched her shirt, eyes lowered. “The forest is cold,”

I just entered a taxi real quick. Memories flooded me as I sat in the car. All the moments spent with Jeremy.Jeremy was tall with dark brown hair, a sharp jawline with a hint of stubble.His hazel-green eyes were my favorite features and his broad shoulders with bulky muscles. He was his father’s only son in charge of the multi billion dollar business across the majority of the states.

"I honestly don't remember my mother at all, and nothing was done to me. You left so I found a way to cope without having a family. I made another with people I met after you left. They became my family. And I understand your need to do this, but you also have to understand that not every vampire is evil the way you see it. Just one person commited that crime, not all of them. And I can genuinely say that I know a few who are good people just like Samson and who would do anything to help and protect people instead of hurting them. I really hope that you begin to see it that way. Only then you be at peace and stop this quest for revenge. Hasn't it ruined enough things for you? It ruined us an

My fur was sticking out, and in a few seconds, I would be taking the shape of the wildest, ghastly beast the werewolf kingdom has ever known. "My mate, Hara!" Red broke out, pouncing on the man and ready to chew him up. "Son, get off him right now!" My father roared in his Alpha tone and my wolf got silenced. "Go run it off!" With the command came a loud, furious howl of Red. He was running out of the building with one word on his mind. "Mine!"

He took account of everyone present but there was no werewolf named Rejah in the church that night. "Was deception Rejah?" He asked. Deception goes by many forms. All the years Immortal might have turned him into something else. The words that came out of her mouth pushed him Into a firm denial.. "No, you are! You are Rejah, the son of Ra!" Her confirmation dawned like the setting of the sun.. To be continued.

She shook her head and breathed out sharply. A tiny whimper came from the bundle in her arms. Maggie looked down into the face of her son. "And, well, the main reason I wanted to stop by today… Michael Rannigan, I'd like you to meet Robert Michael Beaulieu. We call him Robby. He looks just like Bobby. Except he has red hair." She smiled broadly. "He was born at the end of August. I'm still on maternity leave, but I'm going back next month. Brian has been great; I'll even be taking Robby to the office with me for a while until he gets bigger."

I guess that makes sense. My name is Adrian Oakheart, youngest son of Alpha Harry Oakheart, belonging to the Grayfang pack of Seattle. As the ruling pack of an enormous territory, my family and its allies have had many enemies throughout our history, with the Sterlings of the Ironhowl pack being the most dangerous. On more than one occasion, I heard that there had been bloody fights between the Ironhowls and the Grayfangs, so terrible that my father almost died. When I was very young, I remember my late mother crying and cursing Silas Sterling for nearly taking my father's life.

Even if my wolf couldn’t be unbound, I would still have the power to help. “you said, our pack.” Theron looked at me with so much love in his eyes. Technically, I was part of Red Fang because of my father, but my heart belonged to Phantom Moon. “Yes, OUR pack. Unless... you don’t want me now that you know whose blood runs through my veins?” It was a question I dreaded asking but had to know. Since he told me about the blood feud, I dreaded the thought of him not wanting me because of it.

Levi's brows furrowed in thought as he absorbed the information from the journal. "Hold on," he said, pausing for a moment. "Tyrel... I recognize that name. He's the current Alpha of the Red fang pack, and if I remember correctly, he should be a year older or the same age as me." My eyes widened in surprise. "Really?" I exclaimed. "So, Tyrel is now leading the Red fang pack, just like his father?"