Thriller Wolf Novels & Stories

He said, "I thought you were on her side all this while. But please, you are not doing us any kindness here. Do you think you are doing the right thing? I can tell you are doing the wrong thing. Let's beg her and see what she does." "Beg my ass" he scoffed out a mirthless chuckle and pointed the gun towards Andre "You will not tell me what to do with her. Do you understand me!" Andre said, "Calm down. That will do, Norris. There is no need for that." My lips trembled at the drama. They wouldn't dare to fight me or my wolf, because we both were just deadly. I could single-handedly take on a whole Pack and beat them to a pulp.

“Taylor what are you saying? You have the power of the goddess SHILA running through your veins. It’s ow with you now. Not to mention, your wolf has finally waken.” “My wolf is the exact reason why I’m scared. Its unhinged. It doesn’t know it’s left from its right. All my wolf does it eliminate every threat it perceives. To night I will surely be in danger and my wolf will jump out to protect me and just like that day in the forest when that bounty hunter tried to kill me, my wolf will tear apart everything in sight. Including those who are not the enemy.”

As we approached, the figure stood, revealing a massive, gray-furred wolf with piercing yellow eyes. "I am Thorne, Alpha of the Northern Pack," the wolf said, its voice low and commanding. "And you, Akira, are the leader of the pack that has been chosen to help us face the coming threat." Akira bowed her head, her ears folding back in respect. "We are honored to serve," she said. Thorne nodded, its eyes gleaming with approval. "I know that you are," it said. "And I know that together, we can face whatever dangers lie ahead."

Its target was Kaden’s throat. Kaden didn't flinch. He stepped into the attack, his massive right hand shooting out like a piston. He caught the wolf by its armored collar, the metal plating crunching under his bare fingers. With a roar of pure alpha dominance, Kaden slammed the wolf into the concrete floor, shattering the tiles beneath it. Before the creature could recover, he brought his heavy boot down on its chest, crushing the cybernetic core processor bolted to its sternum. The wolf stiffened, sparks flying from its armor, and went completely still.

The wolf my brother tried to sell me to. Even unconscious, he looks cruel. Scars cover his face and arms—trophies from wolves he's killed. His pack symbol is tattooed on his neck. A blood moon dripping red. "He's dying." Doc kneels beside Thorne, checking his pulse. "Silver poisoning from the traps. Maybe two hours before organ failure." "Good." Ryder crosses his arms. "Let the monster die." "Wait." Elena stands, watching me carefully. "This is a test." "A test?" I stare at the dying alpha. "He's a sadist. A murderer. He's done terrible things to omegas and weaker wolves. Everyone knows it."

Thunder Whiteland. He was whispering, like a lunatic lover, and the pill in his hand caught the light. A sleeping draught, poison to someone her size. He tipped the glass, lips already hovering, ready to kiss what wasn’t his. My wolf didn’t think. I shifted so fast the world blurred. My snarl ripped the room apart. Thunder’s eyes went wide—just wide enough for me to see the recognition, the fear—before instinct did the rest. It was over in seconds. A rush. A strike. The snap of something fragile pretending to be strong. His body slid to the tiles like meat.

*River* The thrum of energy courses through me as I lead the pack through the forest, our paws pounding against the earth in a synchronized rhythm. The scent of pine and damp earth fills my lungs, blending with the adrenaline that surges through my veins. Each leap and bound sends a thrill through my wolf, a heady mix of urgency and determination. I can feel the bond with my pack tightening, a shared purpose binding us as we race toward the Lycan castle.

"The advantage we have is that Vorik doesn't know the shape of what we're able to do. He's been planning against a pack that would respond the way any pack responds — with warriors and territorial challenges. He's not planning against someone who can move through his territory without triggering a pack bond alarm." Another silence. This one had a different quality. "You're talking about yourself," Thorne said, from Cain's shoulder. Carefully. "Someone has to go in without a Black Hollow bond signature." Wren kept her voice level. "I've been suppressing my wolf connection since I was sixteen. To most wolf senses in an unfamiliar territory, I read as human or close to it. I won't trigger the a

she hummed and Lila looked concerned as she watched their prisoner's demeanor change. Azreal waved his hand toward Casper and spoke to the room, “this wolf is responsible for some disappearances that include the brother of Alpha Arzon LaFlare, more than twenty Omegas from various packs, and we fear a number of rouge children disappearing might also be connected,” he announced, and the place peppered itself with the displeasurable sounds of growling wolves. Azreal slammed his fist down on the desktop a few times to quiet the crowd before he spoke. “My assassin and hunters have discovered that not only is this scum responsible, but he has been selling them to members of a human faction called