Thunder Wolf Novels & Stories

Who is going to know? KILLER: That’s awesome. Chris is going there next week as well. Going to help out the newbies. Maybe I can go with and see you there. I’m not usually for breaking rules but that rule is ridiculous. No chance Hailstorm wants to join….? HAILSTORM: Mm… lemme think – seeing a bunch of wolves in the icy cold while you two cuddle up with your mates, sorry girls. That’s a no from me KILLER: The boys will be so busy there will be no time to cuddle Hailstorm, so it will just be us

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.

paniment, all trips with an overnight stay went in a wide arc from the village. These places were considered dangerous, and the inhabitants of the reservation diligently supported and fed these rumors. Wandering onto the road in the dark, someone random Morgan would have scared him away with a howl, but the closer to the village, the more the wolves of the pack behaved like dogs that had broken their chains - even the alpha hardly restrains their instinct to drive strangers from their territory. then every two months. True, I sent the last letter recently, saying that I would come after the expedition, and my aunt left her handkerchief for me at the local post office. The wolves may not have

But alas, Mom needs my help today and I promised I’d pick her up some hot coffee on my way over to help warm her up since we’re in the middle of Autumn and in Denali, it’ll only get colder from here. Luckily, Denali wolves are built for this kind of persistent wintry climate being that we’ve been living on these snowy-capped Mountains for centuries now that we've grown almost resistant to the cold. It also helps that we're especially known for having white, fluffy fur coats in our wolf form that protect us from the worst of the winds, compared to our other shifter neighbors. I follow reluctantly behind Becca as we enter the Beanery, my mood dwindling with each step we get closer to the worst

Thankful for the spare clothes we keep everywhere at the clearings and the borders, we sometimes get the thrill of shifting mid air. I see Alonso's midnight black wolf staring at me. His name is Thunder. And his roar actually reminds everyone of Thunder. He might act all sweet and puppy like around me, but Alonso and Thunder are nothing but a chill in the spine kind of people. The entire werewolf has nothing to do but to bow their heads and submit to Alonso. And for that to happen, the bare minimum he does is glance at them.

For once, I made the right call without overthinking it to death. We eat in silence for a bit. The quiet should feel awkward, but it doesn’t. It feels… easy. And that’s when I become aware that Thor has moved closer. He’s blocking me, but I can feel the flow of emotions through him, like an underground river. Low and steady. Content. Busy. I think he’s talking with Lex. I pause mid-chew and turn to Lincoln. “Is Lex talking to Thor?” It’s weird. The only wolf I’ve ever known him to talk privately to is Zanthe. Wolves don’t usually communicate like this unless they’re speaking with their mates, or sometimes with a child’s wolf. Unless they’re in wolf form. This shouldn’t really be possible.

“The whole pack?” “Except the elders and the unmated women. They are at a safe house, enchanted by the witches. We have ten packs from up and down the coast being managed here. It seems hunters west of the Mississippi River aren’t as organized. Some had crossed the country when they learned Bowman had the white wolf.” Magnus gave me more details. “Bowman?” “Piers Bowman, head of the New York Chapter. He has the biggest following.” “The man with the cowboy hat? They are a misguided cult.”

If only they could see him. "He was the most potent wolf ever known to exist, possessing the sight of an eagle, the swiftness of lightning, and the roar of thunder. We weren't sure if he was a he or she, but we called him the THUNDER WOLF." "So what changed?" Megan asked, paying extra attention.

Kit called out to Rex. "Everyone stand fast. They are coming from the east and fast. Alphas out front with me, betas stay close behind us, watch our backs." Rex’s Royal Alpha Voice filled their heads and bodies with strength, instinct taking over to allow the humans bow out to their wolves so they might win. A thunderous rumble shook the ground for several minutes until they saw what the rumble was coming from. A huge snow white wolf with scraps of black gold and red cloth hung off of him dropped a few yards away from the Packs.

“We believe the Thundering comet pack has broken into scouting groups. They don’t want anyone to ally with us, so they patrol our borders, trying to take out anyone they might perceive as a threat.” “We came across a rather large group of scared rogues…” Luna Cynthia says. “They have taken to torturing and killing rogues on our borders to taunt us.” A loud howl breaks through the cave, echoing loudly, followed closely by growling and yipping. Everyone freezes and jumps to their feet. Ranger and I step forward, inserting ourselves between the incoming wolves and our allies. One by one, the enormous wolves enter the light, totaling seven. And as hopeful, as the number has me feeling, that does