The Wolf Of The North Novels & Stories

There were dozens of them, their bodies lean and muscular, their eyes gleaming with cautious curiosity. I stopped, my hand instinctively moving to the dagger at my thigh. "Who are they?" Kael asked, moving to my side. "I don't know." The wolves began to move toward us, their steps slow and deliberate. They were not attacking. They were approaching. The old woman stepped forward, her silver eyes fixed on the approaching pack. "They are the wolves of the northern territories," she said softly. "The ones who refused the Council's conscription." One of the wolves broke away from the group and walked toward us. He was tall, broad-shouldered, with dark fur and sharp amber eyes. His posture was res

I am awake. Not in the dream. In the world. The shadow is coming. Not Sol. Another shadow. One I did not make. Luan tried to open her eyes. She could not. Her body was heavy. Her limbs would not move. The first wolf stepped closer. Its breath was cold. There is a wolf in the north. Old. Powerful. Hungry. He has been sleeping for centuries, the way I slept. But your bond woke him. Your pack woke him. Your valley woke him. He is coming.

He yelled as he commanded his driver. "Yes Sir." As he quickly went to his car while Alexander followed him. His heart was beating crazy right now. He couldn't believe this bullshit was happening. It was the main headquarter of the Black Wolf's Clan for fucks sake! Where the hell they got the information of their den? The traitor was going to pay for it! His driver broke the speed limit and in no time they were able to get back at northside. Alexander quickly got out from the car and stared the horrible scene before him. The Grand Mansion that was covered with thick, vivid trees and grasses had now turned into ashes with a large crater on it. In the crater laid the thousand, burnt bodies of

Lucien muttered. I answered the call and pressed it closer to my ear. “I have something to tell you.” My mother’s trembling voice echoed from the other end of the line. I sat upright on the bed. “And what is that?” “It’s about your father. You didn’t discover your wolf all this time because he cast a spell to keep it hidden. You have a really powerful wolf and he saw you as a threat.” “Wait wait, this is a lot. What are you trying to say?” I asked, my heart pounding in my chest.

There is no time to explain to her that I am unsure to be Alpha Xander's mate since he has postponed our wedding and our situation is a bit complicated. "If you are to fight me, please know that I am from the North and my father will never forgive you. He will hunt you down until the last drop of your blood is vanished above the earth!" The smaller wolf hesitated and look back at the big old wolf behind him which he walk in front of us and laugh. "Do you think that we care about what your father would think? Alpha Zero is an enemy of our group and your pack will be next after we get this territory. Say your prayers now Nelika of the North if you believe that the Moon Goddess can save you fro

she said, near tears. I sighed and rubbed my face. “When a wolf doesn’t have a pack or a family he’s considered a rogue. It’s an extremely dangerous thing to be. A wolf needs community, needs to feel useful and that he belongs. If he’s alone he’ll do very desperate things to survive. The pack to our far north east is called Venom. Because as you saw firsthand they are pure poison in every sense of the word. They want chaos and believe only the strongest survive. They take unknowing she-wolves from the cities and stage these combats. They charge a fee to even do it,” I said, trying to stop myself. I’d already said way too much.

The wind whistled through the jagged pines like a low, mournful flute, carrying with it the scent of wet fur and iron. Three wolves crouched in the dense undergrowth of the western ridge, their forms nearly invisible against the grey shale and rotting moss. These weren't the sleek, well-fed guardians of Alex’s pack. These were North Scouts—leathery, scarred, and driven by a hunger that went beyond the stomach.

Cygnus and Stella immediately stood in front of Lynx, protecting him from the threat. Enne, who was in Lynx's body, could feel the tension mounting. She knew the battle was inevitable. The falling snow was getting heavier, covering the ground with a thick layer of white. The sound of howling wind set the scene for the battle between the two great wolves-Cygnus, the white wolf Altair, and the black wolf Andhara. Their low growls echoed in the cold air, reflecting the tension that was building up.

If that was an attempt by the previous owner to make him look a little more presentable, sellable, then it missed the mark by a mile. “First up we have Werewolf number N17M115. A rare wolf from the Northern Mountains. Born in the wild, this fighter wolf has his instincts intact. Captured when he was 5, he was trained from a young age and has been fighting ever since hitting puberty. He has only ever lost one fight…” Jackson tuned him out. He didn’t want to hear it or else he’d be purchasing more than one wolf today.

Leroy shouts this time, frustrating the other woman who seems to be losing her nerve as she looks like she is about to lose her shit as she goes to open her mouth again, but then a loud male voice booms near by as alpha Maxwell calls out, "NO! NO TRICK! THE BABY IS TRULY ALIVE AND WELL!" The room suddenly becomes quiet again as everyone turns to look at the alpha of the east pack standing amongst them. He locks eyes with the woman on the stage as even the brown, greying wolf finally looks up at my leader. He slowly steps off of the wolf beneath his paws not looking away from Maxwell. She on the other hand looks from the wolf to my alpha with a mixture of fear and anger, she hisses something