Viking Wolves Novels & Stories

Guerrero’s return would be nothing short of fire. But the question is; ….”would he ever come back”? ….”was he dead”?. ”Blood is thicker than water” or so they say. A true VIKINGS should be able to perceive his own blood even from it's silhouettes… This trait has been passed down From the Ancestral Wolves… Embedded in the leader of the VIKINGS and it's descendants Even the Breeze cackled at those who called the legitimate son of the Vikings a “BASTARD “

Then again, it shouldn’t come as a surprise to me; Dominik has hated us since his brother couldn’t become the Alpha of this pack and had to bow to a female instead. Volkov wolves are different, but not a lot of people know this. Where a man can marry the female Alpha heir of another pack and assume the role of Alpha, it doesn’t happen that way in our pack. The first born of the Alpha will always take on the role, no matter what. “Agreed; don’t tell me what you’re planning, just do it,” Vanya says before walking away from Dominik. I head toward where the other me is hiding, but he’s gone already.

“First I’m a rabid wolf and now a savage beast. Is that how you plan on doing it? You’re just going to insult me to death?” “Not her, foolish human.” The god shook his head, messing up that perfect ebony hair of his. “I’m talking about him.” Even I had the sense to scoot back as a massive wolf sauntered in through the open doorway. Its fur was the color of fresh snow, made brighter by his eyes which were of the deepest, darkest blue. Its tongue flicked out to lick its muzzle. All the while it stalked Duncan with murderous intent. I might’ve felt bad for the guy if he wasn’t a raging, misogynistic prick.

he answered, expression serious. She wanted to ask about Victor again, but moved on to the mention of a rogue wolf instead, "Wait, another wolf? Meaning more than one?" "Yes. I'm guessing you don't watch the news?" She shook her head slowly in response. Gil sighed, putting a hand through his hair, "There have been an increasing number of rogues lately. It's odd and... worrying. At first, they were in random locations outside of New York City, but they've gradually made their way here." he explained, gaze distant.

Exactly where someone forgettable belonged. The system approved. [DAILY ROUTINE: ACCEPTABLE] [POWER VEIL: STABLE] [RECOMMENDED BEHAVIOR: COMPLIANT] Warm-ups were called. Students ran. Wolves surged ahead immediately, long strides, predatory ease. Vampires followed with unnatural efficiency—no wasted motion, no breath out of place. Hybrids clustered in the middle, some struggling, some adapting. Alpha ran at a human pace. Not slow enough to draw attention. Not fast enough to raise questions.

"Fifty-eight wolves to go," Fenrik growled, his voice rough and raw, nearly lost beneath the snarling chaos around him. He stood in the heart of the battlefield, a hulking, blood-soaked beast with crimson eyes, fur bristling and teeth dripping with the blood of the Golden Eye wolves. His claws were stained and torn, but he didn't slow—not even for breath.

The wolf jumped again towards the Cursed until they were slammed into a tree. Hugo's breath jolted out, his gaze turned angry. Aryadi grunted in front of his enemy's face while sticking his claws into the man's chest. Hugo shouted out once. His body trembled for a moment before yawning and quickly turning into a wolf in red fur. Aryadi the black wolf gave a startled voice. Hugo took advantage of that split second by throwing the wolf Aryadi's body. Aryadi was thrown several fathoms while Hugo stood tall in his form as a wolf proudly.

His skin grew several layers, dislodging the Alpha's initial bite, and, tumbling away, he got to his feet, turning to meet his attacker head-on. The Wolf Haven's Alpha was a giant grey creature, covered in scars, denoting his rank as he'd obviously fought off a lot of challenges throughout his reign. He didn't attack straight away, circling instead, as Kellen leaped off the porch, gaining more room to move by being on the ground. All around them, yellow eyes emerged from the darkness, silently bearing witness to the battle threatening to erupt. When two Alpha's fought, the rules were clear; no one must interfere, and it was a fight to the death. The Wolf Haven pack had to obey these rules.

I went through the morning routine on autopilot. I didn't mean to come off as expressionless, but the fog of questions made it that way. Thick with uncertainty, each question had no answer for me. Was the huge breed of wolf a new finding? Were they rare? A science experiment running lose? Why hasn't anyone heard of them other than Alastor? Why did they seem so...so there? Like they knew what they were doing. The wolf that had jumped in front of my car last night, his eyes seemed so full of knowledge. Too full of knowledge. Not like an animal's eye. Like he knew too much. Just like Alastor. The huge black wolf who had taken an odd obsession toward me seemed to know too much as well. Like he c

I replied to him but as soon as I spelled the name ‘Paul’, I gasped. “What happened? What is it?” Karien inquired as he saw me gasped all of sudden. I looked at him and asked, “Do you remember what was the shade of the wolf fur, and how big was he?” “He had slightly golden brown, white-colored mix fur and not so big as I saw a werewolf in movies. I don’t think he was a strong wolf but he was there attacking those two guys before I got there and he ran off as soon as he saw me” He said recollecting the memories of last night.