Throne Of Wolves. Novels & Stories

“We can’t fall apart, Caelum. Not now. They need us.” “They need her.” The Wolves Gather That night, under the fractured moons, thousands of wolves poured into the Sanctuary. The air was electric with tension as gold-cloaked Light Wolves and obsidian-armored Shadow Wolves took their places in the great clearing. Old grudges simmered just beneath the surface, threatening to ignite. At the center stood two thrones—one carved from sunstone, the other from black obsidian. The twins approached together, their steps heavy with responsibility. “This will end in blood,” Caelum murmured.

But instead of old stories from my grandmother’s life, the pages were scrawled with strange symbols and sketches—shorthand in her handwriting explaining the purpose of different runes and sigils. Flipping through the pages, there were sketches of wolves, and the last page that she’d written in had a detailed rendition of a nightmarish wolf-beast that made my blood run cold at the sight of it, it’s eyes smudged over with charcoal in the shape of a protective rune. My heart raced when I realized what I was holding. This was no ordinary journal, it was a spell book.

They had answered the call. The leader of the eastern packs was a massive wolf named Alpha Thorne. He was tall and broad-shouldered, with silver-streaked hair and eyes the color of steel. He dismounted and walked toward Elara, his boots crunching on the frozen ground. "Queen Elara," he said. "I am Alpha Thorne of the Eastern Reaches. I have brought three hundred wolves to join your cause." Elara inclined her head. "Welcome, Alpha Thorne. Your aid is most welcome."

"Ah, here it is. Wolves of golden irises are those with great powers to protect. Shadows are powerful midnight wolves. They were created to be assassins for the moon goddess to eliminate any strong powers that threatened their kind." But Chris's wolf is brown with white spots. The next section read wolves of golden iris with brown or red coats are gifted with strength and powerful auras to help defend those who are under tyranny. Chris couldn't be a shadow unless he had a black wolf, but he did have golden eyes and a brown wolf.

Know that trouble is ahead. I stared at the few words written in the article there, and I closed the book. I stared down at the title of the book. The Sixteen Guardian Wolves - Alexander Thorne Reya, Is this true? I asked my wolf. There was quiet for a few moments before I felt her stir.

Raven skidded to a stop, eyes flashing gold as she took in the scene. One of Thorne’s wolves lay on the ground, blood pooling beneath him, breath ragged. Another fought desperately against a twisted creature—blackened skin, too-long limbs, red eyes burning in a skull-like face as it snapped at the warrior’s throat. Thorne was there, blades in both hands, roaring as he slashed at another creature, his wolves fighting around him, the air filled with snarls and the wet sound of tearing flesh. They’re here. Raven didn’t hesitate.

Alpha King Thorne was standing right behind her. Thorne hadn't shifted. He didn't need to. In his royal armour, holding Silas's stolen silver battle axe, he had a psychotic, arrogant smirk playing on his scarred face. "Kill the rogues!" Thorne bellowed, his voice echoing over the snarling army. Bring me the head of the Luna! Three hundred wolves burst forward, like waves of fur and fangs. Let them burn, I snarled through the bond. I did not wait them to come to us. I placed my heavy front paws on the cobble, turned my head back and fired my all the way up, most powerful Luna ever!

Thane focused inward, seeking the voice of his wolf, Lunos. Instantly, images flooded his mind - vivid, primal, and clear. River's wolf, Selene, appeared before him, a majestic gray form that radiated strength and wisdom. Lunos responded, a strong, golden presence that resonated deeply within Thane. The two wolves communed, sharing instincts and trust in a way that transcended words. River's eyes locked with Thane's, and he saw a deep understanding there. "Our wolves are aligned," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "Through heart, soul, and mind."

As if their instincts remember exactly who sits at the top of the food chain. The doors open— And there he stands. Tall. Unbending. Dressed in deep forest green and black, the cloak of his rank trailing behind him like smoke. Eyes like steel. A presence that crushes and commands in the same breath. Alpha Prime Thorne. The most powerful wolf alive. And he’s looking right at me as if he knows the reason I'm here.

He peeked outside through a thin crack. Thorn lifted his eyes to look over at Leila’s window. He saw her peacefully sleeping on the windowsill. The window was located above a narrow lane, far away from where he stood. He promised silently, “I’ll be back quickly Leila, wait for me.” They heard wolves howling in the deep woods. It was dark and dense with trees. It was difficult for Hugo and Serlon to observe them; they could only see their shadows getting larger as they approached. But Thorn could see them clearly. The werewolves. The creatures from the Northern Reign were unabashedly entering the dragon kingdom.