Thunder Wolf Novels & Stories

“Our wolves couldn’t catch a clean scent line for weeks after we took over the Abakon Yellow outpost,” Malakai Thornwolf growled, his deep voice carrying a dark vibration through the narrow stone walls of the Fenrir Shadow Den. “The mountain frost was too thick, and the local Pack Guard was running heavy patrols along the ridge lines every midnight. Every time we scouted the Silver Fang Tavern, Rafe Moonhunter was nested inside with his alpha circle.”

I had to stop her from saying the word 'rejection' or everyone else would find out she was my mate. I leaned my face closer to her, our noses almost touching as I hissed at her. "No one will know. And if one more time something similar to that comes out of your mouth, I will bind your mouth and you won’t be able to talk anymore. " I warned her, gritting my teeth and trying to control my wolf, Thunder. Thunder hated me for not claiming Alexa right away, but the moment she mentioned rejection, my wolf lost it and went into a total rage in my head.

Only the strongest and the best warrior can work as a Quill warrior. We are in Quilluet Pack, the strongest, biggest, and oldest pack in the world. There are about 12.000 werewolves living in Quilluet's teritory. There are so many strong warriors from this pack, including our Alpha, Alpha Eaton Flynn. He is known as the strongest alpha in the world now. He took over this pack when he was only 16 years old. He is very attractive too......well at least that's what i heard.

"Hi-ho, Silver, let's go home." Silver pushed the boot room door open. He was gentle ever since he had pushed the door open, and it had off the hinges for the third time. Jack had threatened him with a wolf-flap, but that Amazon guy didn't seem to make those. It was insulting, he was not a cat. He shook the rain from his fabulous Silver coloured coat and turned back into Jack just as the hall door opened.

BLAKE Alpha Antoine’s and my troops appeared, sprinting to congregate. Suddenly darts began raining on us. They were fighting dirty. It was also completely reckless. Part of the reason werewolves didn’t use weapons was the risk for friendly fire was too high. Unless you were close enough to someone to smell the pack they were from, it was close to impossible to differentiate between friend and enemy, with the coloring of a wolf’s fur almost never being indicative of the pack they were from. Before I could fully process the situation, sharp flashes of pain pulsed through my body, one after another. My pack members were falling. Fucking cowards couldn’t even fight us the right way. I took the

Curious looks are thrown at me but I don't care. Nothing of human nature applies to Battista Cattaneo, AKA Ash Thunder. If Grant is a human, then Ash is a god, a hurricane, his nature unpredictable, the totality of his being as beautiful as it is understated, perilous, and unrelenting. A brave man who never fears the fire, never fears death. I craved the wills of the tempest when I sought him out but I didn't know the extent of the storm I was getting myself into as at the time.

Todd reminded him. "It didn't work on Rani because she is under a witch spell." "Since you know better, you should as well tell me who the witch that cast a spell on her that made my Alpha command don't work on her." Thunder rolls his eyes at me. "We are not talking about Rani but Thalia." Todd didn't reply to him. "Todd, what if her wolf couldn't take it anymore and ended up fucking..." "Thunder..." Todd growls at him, shutting his eyes, Todd is going to kill any male that comes close to his baby. Time is running but he hasn't felt any unusual pain that could make him conclude that Thalia is been intimate with a man.

Stumbling through the entrance in a wobbly state, warped her surroundings once more and teleported her into her home, where she found a large wolf waiting. Ears perked up at her arrival and its gaze flicked to her as she fell over in surprise. The wolf was large, with glossy fur as black as the cosmos, a long, fluffy tail that swished to a steady rhythm, and eyes like glittering gold. It approached her lightly. Using its nose, it nudged her hand up to say she could touch. She hesitated, slightly recoiling in fear. The wolf closed its eyes in understanding and nuzzled her hand in encouragement. The softness of its fur soothed her instantly and it leaned into her touch before shifting into its

Above them, the crescent moon bled crimson, a sign the moon goddess was watching them. And wrath, as all wolves knew, was a storm that always returned.

As I pounced on Thomas, a strange voice encouraged the action from the back of my mind. "Get him!" I froze in surprise, Thomas and Lily quickly following suit. "Who are you?" I asked the voice in my head. "I'm you. Rather, I'm your wolf. My name is Silver." I had a picture in my mind of a wolf the color of moonlight, her head held high proudly. "I'm Kendra." I managed. She smiled and dipped her head in recognition. "Daddy, I met my wolf!" I half pranced, half waddled over to my very startled father. "Daddy?" He was looking at me in awe. So was the whole pack.