Viking Wolves Novels & Stories

LYRA VALERIA. Alpha Viking came as my guardian angel and saved me from the pains and torments of this world. The day he gave me his hands to take, I had no idea how much of a change taking his hand that day would bring to me. After his men chased me down and accused me of stealing their food, Alpha Viking, the Alpha of a thriving and fearful pack known as the Viking pack stepped forward and saw through me. And saved me. Viking was an old man, with graying hair. He took me in and I don't know what he saw in me that day but he believed in me.

Then, one day, a challenger arrived unlike any other. He was a great white wolf, with a coat as bright as snow. The pack gathered around him, their eyes wide with awe. "I am Ivar," the wolf said, "and I am here to claim the title of alpha."

He loved coming to the casino, not to gamble, the supply of liquor, always managed to put a smile on his face. Wolves who had an issue with shifting or who haven’t found their mate, tended to drink. Sex wasn’t good enough for them because the only women they could fuck were humans, and their holes were too small to accommodate our fat cocks. Frustrated to the point of madness was not an understatement. No, we needed mates. For some reason their holes were bigger and could satisfy us completely. Yet, Winter never had this issue. In some ways he was the perfect one out of us three.

Her amber eyes swept the crowd once and then found Vulcan's wolf without searching. Like she already knew exactly where he was. A red wolf. Kieran hadn't seen one in his lifetime. Most people hadn't. They appeared in old texts, in pack history records, in the kind of legends elders told children. They were supposed to represent something ancient and rare, a wolf tied directly to the bloodmoon lineage. He filed that away and kept his face neutral. Vulcan's wolf was already shifted beside her. Enormous, the way Dak always was, silver-coated and built like something that had no natural predators, his paws alone twice the size of the red wolf's. He stood completely still, watching her.

I had to tell Cole. Cole was our Alpha and he would know exactly what to do with this information. What my brother and the other wolves dont know is that our pack has been under attck by witches using black magic. Dead wolves have been found around the territory with their hearts ripped out and turned to sludge. Weird symbols were carved into their bodies.

Nina,short for Nicolina just turned eighteen in the month of the full moon.Although,considering the fact that she'd get to finally see her wolf form and get to know her mate,she wasn't happy. The vampires and werewolves lived together in harmony ages past until a werewolf and a vampire violated the code and everything was ruined. They were at serious war that not only claimed the lives of many of them but that of Nina's mother also-the Luna of the Blood Moon Pack,her father being the Alpha.

The Solar Eclipse Pack was a small pack that consisted of about 500 wolves and 100 of them were warriors. they were located in the rural parts of Virginia, more specific closer to Marion, Virginia. They have been fighting other packs around them for months,because they were the smallest pack of the packs around them. Those fight were more for territory over anything else. The strongest of any of the packs around them was the Blood Lust pack. All they cared about was power and territory.

However, my father had held me back, warning me that while the pack was excited for my arrival and my transformation, I was also dangerous to them. He wouldn't tell me more than that and I had no idea what to make of what he said. I was dangerous to them? Why? Our smell, Danika. As an omega, we can emit...certain smells that entice other wolves. What? Why? Why would we want to emit that? It's not something we can control.

“Got some fresh air, saw some sights, gave myself a back injury driving this damn van.” Wolf nodded, his grey eyes sharp with understanding. The man had close to zero education if you thought of formal schooling, but his street smarts were off the damn charts, and nobody with an ounce of brain-power ever forgot that. Not friends or foes. “OK, then,” Wolf said in a tone that clearly indicated that the matter of Viking’s whereabouts and activities was closed. “You look like you need a coffee, huh?” “That’s a fact.” Viking unlocked the back door, swung it wide. “We just have a few things here to put back in the Garage.”

Each wolf, with its sleek In the heart of the sanctuary, where the winds whispered secrets and the trees whispered tales, a formidable force emerged. Led by none other than the legendary alpha wolf, Arvandus, the wolf military stood tall and proud, their presence an indomitable shield against any threat that dared to encroach upon their sacred land. Arvandus, with his piercing amber eyes that held the wisdom of countless moons, commanded his loyal pack with an unwavering authority.