Viking Wolves Novels & Stories

“White-blonde hair and pale skin, plus she's exempt from my compulsion. She must be a descendant from that lot somehow.” I was getting sick and tired of them speaking like I wasn't even there with them. “So what if I am a descendant from that pack?” I yelled. “What's it to you, vampire?” Pi's eyes grew wide. “If you are an Arctic wolf,” he began. “That'd be amazing but dangerous.” “Dangerous! How?” “The Arctic Wolf Pack was the largest in the world, but when other werewolves found out that they were special they began killing them trying to steal their powers."

“Say it.” “Say what?” he asked, still trying to come to terms with her accusations. Anger still edged her voice. “You came here with more bad news didn’t you?” Lochlan straightened. “There is one pack.” “Werewolf or vampire?” “Werewolf. As I told you already, werewolves don’t run informal packs. Vampires create massive colonies they call hives where they live together, but werewolves are more nomads.” Lochlan stepped closer to the desk. “The biggest pack of werewolves belongs to Sven.”

the mainlanders called it, not wanting to acknowledge what it really was. Before Vukasin, werewolves ran rampant seven nights each month, through the streets, the countryside, and the forests of every nation on the planet. Eurasia and North America had their grey werewolves—dominant on Vukasin now. Australia had weredingos. The colder climates had Arctic werewolves, rare and beautiful, like my lost Bianca with her snowy fur. Eastern Africa had golden werejackals. the African plains had Serengeti werewolves. The forests of Canada and parts of the northern U.S. were home to timber werewolves, and the southwestern U.S. was, in those days, infested with werecoyotes.

Even from this distance, I could feel the chill emanating from those ancient stones, a stark reminder of the harsh world I was entering. The Ice Wolves were legendary among our kind, known for their fierce independence and mastery over the cold. Unlike other packs, they were said to draw their power directly from the frozen landscape they called home. Rumors spoke of their ability to blend seamlessly with the snow, to summon blizzards with a howl, and to traverse glaciers that would spell death for any other wolf.

It was only because of their help that the Vampires were able to breach within our borders. Many local packs around the world weren’t openly supportive of the throne because of the fear of being attacked on by the Vampires. Wolves had three categories. There were Coastal wolves, and as the name indicates they were situated along the coast sides, then came the Mountain Wolves who had their territories set over the mountain, and finally our category, the Forest Wolves, who covered the vast green land in the world. Of course every pack had its territorial boundary and no one crossed it without authorization first, hence, the concept of Rogues.

I cannot believe the gods would forsake us at this point and allow your father's depravity to win. Ulfhild's lips trembled slightly before she firmed them once more and he knew that she had heard him. He was about to say more when he scented something unexpected on the ocean breeze. Wolves. And, not just any wolves, but Sköll wolves. He stood tall trying to see over the crowd, and, suddenly, there they were. Huge wolves, fangs bared, running full tilt down the beach alongside an entire contingent of Viking warriors, Erik and Birger in the lead.

"But a shifter? Wolves are pretty sexy animals." Sexy! Lia hadn't heard that particular adjective applied to wolves in her lifetime, at least from humans. From them, she'd heard adjectives like rabid and vicious and crazy. And certainly those applied to the pack that had decimated her own. But Lia knew firsthand wolves could be definitely sexy. "She certainly made it believable," the woman behind Lia said.

Noticed my size. Mother swore up and down that we didn't come from an Alpha line. That we were common folk who had moved from Ireland because our father became depressed about the climate. Mine and Isaac's wolves said a whole other story. We were massive, even for the larger ones of the pack. Our sizes rivaled any Alpha's

Rosewood then added, “Mr. Haraldsson, you come from a long line of Vikings, famous Nordic warriors of old. They lived at a time when people believed in magic, powerful gods, and dangerous monsters. Nearly every Viking was a fierce warrior. The question before us is, are you a warrior as well?” What in the fuck? This wasn’t what Bjorn expected tonight. He was expecting David Pendergast to introduce him to Bender’s high society as the fifty-year-old man who was fucking his teenage daughter. But Vikings? Warriors? “I don’t know what you’re talking about. Are you sure you have the right guy?” “We do indeed, Mr. Haraldsson,” David said, sitting forward and clasping his hands almost pleadingly. “I

Kate POV I awake to Wan standing over me in the bedroom. Erick and Angie are not in the room; it is only the two of us. I try to focus on Wan. “What is happening to me?” I ask him meekly. “It is hard to explain, but I will try to explain it in the bluntest way possible. Kate, we are an extraordinary breed of wolves. That is why they are so afraid of you. You represent a wolf that cannot be taken down,” Wan says.