Viking Wolves Novels & Stories

I was a little scared of her because she almost had it her way and also remembering that she almost killed Ivy before if it weren't for all of us coming to his rescue. My ears perked up at Ivan's growl and the snap of his bones. He was transforming into his wolf as the other stole someone's wolf disguise. "We gotta help him," I said, rushing to him but Ivy pulled me back, holding me in place. "This is a fight between Alphas. We can't interfere." Ivy said which made no sense to me. "Why? Is it like hurting their pride?" I asked in vain. He nodded, watching as Ivan shifted in his wolf who was pure black and had golden glaciers eyes with little specks of radiating brown. In short, it was beauti

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

one of the wolves, another spy greets with a bow. “What is it?” I ask drolly as I head into my study. I make a beeline for the hanging bar by the corner of the room and pour myself a full tumbler of whisky. I down that one and pour another, only halting when I see the wild staring. “Well, spit it out already!” I snap at him “Ri -right. It is the Alpha Viktor as well as the alphas of the indigo, Sky, and Grange packs.”

But he still looks meek against Fenrir. Fenrir was twice his size. A giant wolf, perhaps passing for a Lycan, the largest but long-extinct werewolf race. Fenrir’s wolf was skinnier but was evidently muscled and agile. He was a midnight black wolf, who had rich fur, and his dark eyes were more slanted, like that of a fox’s—unlike Flavian’s round, doe-like eyes. They were the perfect polar opposites. Their stark contrast, as much as I hate to admit it, is a fascinating thing to witness.

Willow Ansvers growled because Gabriel's question was the same one he had asked when he had just arrived. "I just want to balance the questions I want to know with everything you know, Father." "You really don't understand what I'm saying." "I do not comprehend. You won't have to consume everything in one story, I promise. After all, I'm still trying to figure out what exactly occurred in the Skovovich household. The wolves of Northern Eurasia are not only a very closed pack but also an extremely secretive pack. Nothing or anyone is allowed to enter and bother them. "So the conclusion is that the Skovovich pack is a pack that cannot be a pack that can work together?" you ask.

A rather devilish and bloody one at that! With that, he shifted into his snow-white wolf, earning several gasps of amazement. Well, it wasn’t that often you saw white wolves this far south. Contrary to their animal counterpart, Arctic werewolves were enormous, their most modest rank the size of an ordinary alpha. So it was no wonder that so many lore and legends revolved around them… With one last glance at me, Victor let out a howl, signaling to his warriors that he was joining them, and then jumped into the fray of war.

Lagertha tells me "Your still with me" I reply "Of course I am with you forever and always" Lagertha comforts me Then off in the distance there were three wolves now, two black and one white, the stare at me growling and snapping their teeth. So these are the three big bad wolves. One is Skoll, one is Hati and the last one is Fenrir, I just didn't know which is which, but that's ok.

I say, scratching the wolf’s ear, and he comes up with a weird, soft sound. “It also means I can see you three again. I don’t know why but it feels like I belong here.” I say, and the wolf moves his head to lay on my leg. “You are so big and strong and so beautiful. Yet you are so gentle. I promise I will never try to hurt you or your pack, but we Vikings never do. Most fear the wolves, because of the prophecy, that the wolf Fenrir someday will kill Odin.” I tell the wolf, and I see its eyes rest on me.

he was in charge. Sergeant Hakon Ragnar decided he was best suited to command the claws. So far I have had no problems with Kjel or Henk. Only Sven and Stribjörn grunted. Ragna stopped walking and looked up at the sky. The red sun began to set in the west. The sky on the far horizon was blood red, and the red light passing through the clouds made the mountain look strangely menacing. Ragnar seemed to be a haven for trolls and other terrifying beasts. There has been a lot of talk lately about a creature called the Wulfen. No one knew who started the horror story, but if the stories of amputation and gruesome death are true, the wolf was a truly terrifying animal. Ragnar suspected that the in

“Relationships in a strange pack do not concern me. More importantly, where did white wolves come from and why now? - Have white wolves attacked you before? - I clarified. - Not. Linda replied. “We have been living side by side with the local white wolves for a long time. - That is, they were other people's wolves? I asked. - They were wild wolves! Alpha shouted. “They were much larger than ours, more aggressive, more bloodthirsty. Did they turn into people? I kept asking. - Only the leader. Alpha answered. – demanded that we leave our homes otherwise they will tear everyone apart. - Did you offer a fight? – I assumed. Alpha nodded, lowering his head. It's clear. Lost. - Father fought with d