The Wolves Of Novels & Stories

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.

Another roar rumbled the Earth but this time it was not what sucked the life out of me. The men in front of my eyes had turned into monsters. Unnatural and terrifying big wolves. Not wolves... these wolves stood up like humans. "Oh, my Lord! Make it a delusion." I mumbled as my wits left me. The monster-cum-Jordan eyes fell on me when I tried to make an attempt at life. He snatched me up by the waist in his claws. "God, let it be a dream! Please!" I took a breath in to shout my heart out as my last ditch effort before death when another scream breached the cruel forest.

She had found her place among these wolves and she was ready to fight for it. With her head held high and her gaze fixed on the horizon, Sable addressed the assembled wolves once again. "We must remain steadfast in our mission. We will face adversity, but together, we will overcome it. Let us not forget the power of love and acceptance that has brought us together. It is what defines us as a pack." The wolves nodded in agreement, their eyes filled with determination. Sable's words resonated in their hearts, fueling a fire within them that could not be extinguished. They were united now, bound by a common purpose and a shared vision.

He’s been itching for a chance to kill rogues. “Rogues! Eastern border!” I mindlink Nolan and Alex. I trust them to let the other Alphas know. I let Dom take control and shift. He follows the trail, the nasty smell overwhelming our senses as we inch closer. I count five heartbeats. Dom pushes forward, careful not to alert the rogues. Their own stench is so powerful that they don’t notice our scent. The wolves come into view. The group is made up of three small brown wolves, kids if I had to guess, and two large matted gray wolves. The younger ones stand guard, blocking Dom from seeing what the two gray ones are up to. Dom pounces on the brown wolf closest to us. One throw against a tree, and

Blakely We were swarmed by wolves, all eager to speak to us and welcome their Goddess back into the fold. Their eyes swam with hope and awe as they watched Katya lead us through the cavern. They steered clear of Shax’s massive form, but I couldn’t blame them. The God of Fear was rather fearsome. As we ventured further, past makeshift tents and rickety cots, I realized not everyone here was a wolf. There were other species of immortal, many of which I’d seen back in the city of a Thousand Faces.

It was a sight to behold, witnessing the wolves from both sides come together as one, their spirits intertwined in a shared purpose. A resolute determination radiated from their eyes, a silent vow to protect and safeguard our cherished home. As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm golden glow upon the land, the wolves gathered in a circle, their bodies forming a united front. They stood tall and proud, their fur glistening in the fading light, a testament to their unwavering loyalty. It was as if they had always been destined to join forces, their instincts guiding them towards this pivotal moment.

He loved coming to the casino, not to gamble, the supply of liquor, always managed to put a smile on his face. Wolves who had an issue with shifting or who haven’t found their mate, tended to drink. Sex wasn’t good enough for them because the only women they could fuck were humans, and their holes were too small to accommodate our fat cocks. Frustrated to the point of madness was not an understatement. No, we needed mates. For some reason their holes were bigger and could satisfy us completely. Yet, Winter never had this issue. In some ways he was the perfect one out of us three.

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.

Charlotte is greeted with surprise when her beloved prince brings home a pregnant she-wolf, and worst of all a half-sister she never knew. The revelation, betrayal and oppressions sentenced her to death, not until life gave her a second chance when a small pack saved her. There she discovers her late mother’s birth pack and discovers her true identity. Five years later, her pack grew into a powerful force. Known as the mysterious Queen of Wolves and the only existing Alpha Female in the world. An invitation to the Moon Ball as her first public appearance and the chance to extract revenge against the royal wolves. It won’t be easy when the dangerous and unpredictable Alpha Alexios has his eye

“I just had to sneak out because it’s a full moon and I didn’t want anybody to know that I didn’t have a wolf.” “Ohhh.” She muttered under her breath. “But you told me you found your true mate, right?” I nodded. “Yes.” “So he didn’t figure out that you were wolfless? How did your wolves sense each other?” She asked, lowering her voice. I blinked at her question, my throat suddenly dry. “I don’t…. I don’t know.” I replied, confusion creeping into my tone. “I just felt it. I don’t know how. But I know that he's my true mate. One can’t deny the connection.”