Viking Wolves Novels & Stories

Because following the other in which things were run, Zafira was not supposed to be in the room and here she was asking the question that was on everyone’s lips. Melnyk answered her questions by saying “We are blessed in this lands, first people saw us as unlucky for our forefathers were cursed and they became werewolves but as soon as they realized the gift it came with, they became scared because we have the ability of a wolf and that of a human." Melnyk paused for a while and soon continued "An average wolf is said to be stronger, faster and smarter than the average Man, yet they attack us and we can’t fight back because of a mistake my great-grandparent did” He paused again like he was s

He was stunning, I allowed white wolves were defunct. There hasn't been a sighting of a white wolf in times. perhaps this pack is more special than they realise. He whined and nudged his conk under my nib. I suppose he was asking if I was ok because I am not in his pack, he can not link me. I bobbed my huge head and he plodded back out to the others. Mila was stood in her fine slate wolf with Mateo's spurt black wolf rubbing his fur each over her. He was scenting his mate, wards others off and shows she has a mate. It's relatively cute. Werewolves are veritably territorial, kinda like a sprat with their favourite toy and someone tries to take it. kiddies throw explosions and werewolves are n

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. and my aunt left me her handkerchief at the local post office. The wolves may not have recognized my scent four years later. Do not think, the flock did not attack people, there were no such cases for a long time. But only because people did not meddle in these places without local accompaniment, 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

"The Vlkolak were like any Were species until about eight hundred years ago. About that time, the Alpha took a mate but she was not a wolf, she was a panther. They had ten cubs, all wolves, there was no thought that anything was out of the ordinary. Their cubs all had cubs of their own. It wasn't until the fifth generation that something happened. One of the females mated with a male from another pack under the Wolf Moon. She had twins that grew up seemingly normal, but when they reached adulthood, there was something wrong. They were decidedly evil and became killers." "Are you saying all these women's cubs will be like those killers?" "No Morgan, let me finish and then you'll understand."

But what was done was done, at this time they could only make sure that something like this wouldn't happen again. But Asher was insistent on taking revenge on behalf of Kira. He didn't even know what enemy they were going to face. Her father had said something about the Dark Wolves, Alex had only heard about them from this store as her grandfather used to tell her when she was a little girl. The Dark Wolves were said to be the first-ever wolf pack to have existed, at that time they coexisted with vampires and Dragons, and they lived peacefully before war broke out. And somehow they had gotten wiped out, just like the Dragons. The Dark Wolves were a lot stronger than the Lycans, it was said

I whispered, pointing. Dorian and Bryan stiffened, their bodies coiling with readiness. The mist shifted, and a figure began to emerge—a wolf, its fur dark with streaks of silver, eyes glinting with intelligence and something familiar, something that struck a chord deep within me. My breath caught. The aura it exuded… it was unmistakable. Blackridge. Rowan’s pack. And yet… different. Younger. Tethered to legacy, to claim, to bloodlines I had only just begun to understand.

I liked my fieldwork and time away too much. The wolf gene was prominent in the hills next to the Adirondacks. The recessive trait occasionally found its mate, ensuring the survival of our species. Only a few members of the next generation were lucky enough to find the other half of their soul. Thankfully, our Alpha was one of them, securing the stability of the pack.

Just miles of jagged, frozen gray mud. I stood at the vanguard of the formation, my heavy leather coat pulled tight against the biting, toxic wind. Behind me stood three hundred of the most lethal predators on the planet. The Vanguard wolves weren't in their human forms. They had fully shifted, towering at nine feet tall. Their pristine, blindingly white fur cut through the gray fog like localized beacons of starlight. They hovered inches above the dead soil, entirely unaffected by the heavy, toxic sludge of the wastes.

"You're right. They're not normal wolves." "Then what are they?" I demanded. "Arctic Dire Wolves," he said simply, like he was commenting on the weather. I stared at him, shock rippling through me. "Dire Wolves? Those are extinct. They've been extinct for centuries." "Clearly not," Darien said, his smirk fully forming now. "You just fought three of them." My mind reeled, trying to process what he was saying. Dire Wolves. The apex predators of old legends, the wolves that were powerful enough to take down dragons. They were supposed to be gone, wiped out, nothing more than fossils and stories.

With razor-sharp claws swiping through the air and teeth bared at each other's necks, our wolves flipped over and over. Cel wasn't any less of a match for Victoria's wolf, which still surprised me. I wasn't yet used to her large size either, since only Alpha and White Warrior wolves are typically that big. Was Cel an alpha wolf? But all alpha wolves that have ever visited the Thunder Bay pack were black, some more so than others. Alpha Kayden's wolf had a hint of gray that matched his eyes. Cel's fur was a bright gold and didn't match my cinnamon brown eyes.