Viking Wolves Novels & Stories

The eight wolves were not wolves at all. Their forms shifted. Melted. Revealed something underneath. Eight figures made of shadow and hunger. Eight fragments of the second Void wearing stolen flesh. “No,” Aurora breathed. “That is impossible. They were human. I checked. I verified their bloodlines.”

He shouted and waved his hand towards the group. "Where are we going?" I asked as I closed the door. "On a run," Alex said as he pulled Sanna close to him. The pack believed I had a dark brown wolf. Alex had said out loud that he was impressed that my wolf was so dark, and that was the end of anyone thinking anything differently. Liya, my wolf was pure black, one of the legends. But many disliked the Black wolves; they believed they were much more powerful and could be dangerous. The Grand Alpha was the first black wolf to ever be known. Our blue eyes were another unusual feature.

Damian's wolf was a massive, iron-gray beast with a thick, imposing build that could crush opponents with brute force. Rowan Seres Velden of the Stormrider Pack had a striking presence, with stormy blue eyes that seemed to constantly crackle with energy. His windswept blonde hair, slightly unkempt, gave him a wild appearance, while his calm demeanor contrasted the turbulent forces he commanded. The Stormrider Pack was known for their command over weather and storm elements, and Rowan's wolf, a silver-coated beast with glowing blue eyes, reflected the power of the skies-swift and unpredictable as lightning.

she added with a scowl on her face and I chucked softly at her expression. Nora and Sadie flocked around me to hear about my wolf. Apparently, the news had gone round that I had my first shift yesterday, but apart from Ryder, no one knew what my wolf looked like, so I told them all about her and how I felt. The pain that was followed by the happiest time of my life, meeting my wolf, and how much Ryder had been there with me all through it. I didn’t leave any part out and when I was done, they were all convinced I was a special wolf. Black wolves are special and only common among alpha’s, and white wolves were the rarest form of wolves. Now a combination of both had to be really special.

“That’s part of it. But there’s more to it than that. Let’s just say we have a history. I am sorry they spoiled your mood. I really had no idea they were invited by my father.” I nodded, deciding not to push further. He changed the subject, his tone lighter. “So, what do you know about wolf types?” “Not much,” I admitted. “Just the basics.” “Did you know there are rare types of wolves?” he asked, his eyes glinting with interest. “Rare?” “Yeah. Like white wolves,” he said. “They’re called vortex wolves. They’re incredibly powerful and said to be reincarnations of the moon goddess herself.”

The Alpha of the Norway pack had two sons and when the eldest took over the pack, the youngest ventured out with some of his most loyal and started his pack here. Alpha Einarr was more than happy to share all the information he had with us. The Alpha that started our pack was called Styrmir but he left that name behind and chose Tenebrous when he settled here. For a while, he kept in contact with the Norway pack but eventually, all communication stopped. By then the pack had become Ravenfield and from there, our pack grew. He was indeed a black wolf, as all wolves originally were, according to their legends. All wolves come from the first wolf, Fenrir and his children Skoll and Hati. That's

The truth was close. And Silvercrest held the key. They had barely crossed into Silvercrest’s land when the first warning came. A single howl—long, deep, commanding. Theoden slowed. So did the others. Within seconds, they were surrounded. A dozen wolves stepped from the shadows, massive and silent, their silver-gray fur almost blending into the mist. But it was their eyes that caught Theoden’s attention. Not gold. Not brown. Silver. Cold. Calculating. The wolves of Silvercrest weren’t like other packs. They were old. Not just in age—but in purpose. And right now, they were watching Theoden like they were deciding whether to kill him or hear him out.

Interestingly, 15 wolves died in three territories in one night, after you rescued a silver wolf from Viktor's lab. He's rising to get her genes and will burn every pack in the Pacific Northwest." "Viktor is my problem," Dante said, but Isabella declined. Correction: "Viktor is everyone's problem now." Every alpha in the region wants to know what you'll do about his hybrids killing wolves randomly. Most importantly, they want your plans for her."

Anaki had always wanted to hear about Moon and Kurgi's 'sin against nature' for a long time. "You and Rex's beta would get along just fine with the braicell between the two of you.!" Kit chuckled, making Rex smile, thinking of him. "Only 3 wolves in Creation have dared to go against Nature, committing the most forbidden law, 'Wolves are born...not turned'. The first wolf to do this was Winter Wolf, I was the second, and Rex you were the last, but you certainly won't be the last." Moon recalled Anatashi's words from this morning.

There was a tale passed through generations, reaching the 21st Century, about a group of werewolves’ special mutation that brings out dormant abilities from a family’s genetic line. They were said to be marked and blessed by the moon goddess for they were the first of her followers. They were given the title of Legacy Wolves, keeping up their tradition and passing on their special traits through their children.