Thriller Wolf Novels & Stories

Damn, I knew that we had the fastest transformation, but I never thought it would be so fast . My she-wolf responded with a guttural growl, showing her readiness to take off immediately. Well, yes, we are not used to giving in! A moment and three black wolves ran through the thicket of the forest, driven by the excitement of the chase. Adrenaline in the blood instantly spilled through the veins, prompting more insane actions. There is not enough space for us, only running around is not enough, the fire in the veins requires an exit! For a long time I no longer felt such a sensation of fire, which made me rush forward even faster, showing that I was no worse than any other male. Never before

The scents, the air, the freedom… it’s indescribable. I run. Fast. Free. Dodging trees, leaping roots, pushing until my lungs burn. Finally, I stop to catch my breath. That’s when I smell it. Something new. My body stiffens as my eyes scan the area—and then I see him. A black wolf. Golden hazel eyes locked onto mine. Cold fear floods me. I can’t move. First Tara… now this Alpha. My parents’ warnings echo in my mind. If they find out… The wolf growls softly, sniffing the air. His lips curl into something almost like a smirk, revealing sharp teeth.

Clara was confused. "Sometimes a wolf will leave his pack or get kicked out or get lost. When that happens they start to go mad. Their nature tells them to find another pack. They know they can't go back to their old one so they look for a new one, but by that time they're too far gone to join. They become a threat. They see members of a pack and become enraged with jealousy lashing out and attacking. They also have no fear of death, which makes them incredibly hard to kill." "That was what bit me?" Clara asked. "But why? I'm not a part of a pack."

I lay on the gas, make a couple jumps and I’m close enough. I raise the gun back up and line up my sights when I see something beyond the rogue. It’s a territory marker. Shit. We’ve reached the pack lands. I can’t risk the shot now. My only hope is to keep chasing him in case he turns back and gives me another chance. Maybe I can turn him around if I get a good enough angle on him. I’d be screwed if one of my shots ended up hitting one of the pack wolves. Normal tranquilizers won’t do anything but these are special. Made specifically to knock out the wolf side and put the human side to sleep. No wolf means no extra strength, speed, or increased healing capabilities. Much easier to work with

I swallowed, "you're my last resort coz you have information that I don't. I honestly don't know what to do. Please help clarify somethings to me." 'you have a minute before they realize you called.' "there has been Wolf attacks here.. I don't know if it's them... But I had a connection with one.. Strangely the same connection I have with a girl.. She's human... I don't know what this means. Can one person have two mates?" 'if there has been wolf attacks why are you still even there?' I swallowed, shit! I should have known he will ask this. "because they happened before I got here. So they had nothing to do with me."

Elly spoke up in my mind, “That’s enough. First of all Alpha Clayton and Alpha Xavier would never give anyone such a high position due to nepotism. He cares too much for the pack to do something like that. Secondly their isn’t a wolf in our pack that is stronger than you aside from our Alpha. This alone shows that you have more than earned being a Beta. Not only that but our Mate and his wolf are going to have another thing coming if he thinks we will put up with being treated like property! If he continues with this we can easy reject him!” A thought popped into my head so I quickly asked, “But Elly now that we’ve met him won’t you get weaker until we Mate? And if we reject him won’t it nea

The Blackwood wolves surged behind her. A dark shape burst from the treeline. Amber eyes flashed beneath the moonlight. Lyla’s breath sharpened. The rival’s wolf. Lyla’s body coiled with tension. The wolf lunged. Lyla twisted beneath the blow. Her claws slid free beneath her skin. Her fist connected with the wolf’s ribs sharp and clean. The wolf hit the ground hard. Lyla’s breath sharpened. Eli’s silver gaze flashed beside her. Another dark shape lunged toward them.

They quickly caught up to the small herd of deer. "Smells good." Thrift growls and his Betas agree. Leonardo could smell their fear in the air, whetting his appetite. He let his beast take over fully. Thrift picked out one of the younger males. He was big, his antlers just coming in. He raced up beside him and pounced. Thrift took his neck between his jaws and snapped his spine. He fell beneath him, the last of the air in his lungs wheezing out. His Betas came up beside him as he tore into him, slicing open the skin of his belly to get at the soft organs. Thrift was about eating the liver he had pulled out when that scent blew past him. The wolf paused, looking around him repeatedly in searc

Saliva dripped from his snarling jaws as he crouched, preparing to attack. The two wolves collided with a thunderous crash, their snarls and growls echoing through the bakery. Claws raked fur and flesh, teeth snapped with lethal intent. Ryker’s agility countered Bruce’s brute strength as they moved in a flurry of strikes and evasions. Despite the chaos, Ryker’s every move was calculated, his wolf form exhibiting both power and precision.

He said it with the certainty he always had, the deep unargued certainty of something that had never been wrong, and I had been alive long enough to know that arguing with your wolf was the kind of thing young wolves did before they understood that the wolf was not a separate creature with wrong opinions but the most honest part of yourself, the part that could not be politicked or reasoned out of what it knew. My wolf had looked at Thalia Thorne — the girl with the too-bright gold eyes and the blood on her hands and the defiant chin and the way she had sat up in my bed that morning like she had simply refused to acknowledge that the night should have broken her — and he had said mate, and n