Viking Wolves Novels & Stories

Simon gave another small nod," please don't tell Dietrich and Vance about this... they'll never let me live down getting beat up by a vampire." "Don't tell the Betas?" Gerwulf scoffed and finally stood back up to full height," Simon she'll be lucky if I let her live on these lands again. Attacking the high bloodlines is considered treason in most packs. As is silvering a wolf without an Alpha command." Waves of disappointment flowed off him and crashed into me. A shiver overcame me before I could suppress it and Gerwulf's eye shot over to me," sorry mate."

It was the synchronized, heavy thudding of multiple paws. From the white wall of the blizzard, a dozen massive, white-furred wolves materialized. They didn't bear the standard brand of Jaxon's ragged remnants. These wolves were heavily armored, their plates forged from dark, frost-resistant iron, and their eyes burned with a disciplined, dangerous intelligence. "The Frost-Tooth vanguard," one of Natalia’s elite enforcers whispered, drawing his blade. "Craig’s personal border scouts." The lead white wolf stepped forward, its massive jaws snapping as it shifted mid-stride, its bones cracking and reshaping into a towering, heavily muscled Lycan warrior. He didn't attack. He pulled back his fur

Though he’d have to remember to bring it up to Helena and Chris once their reunion was over. The vehicles slid through the gate and into the territory of the Black Dane Pack. He’d looked up the meaning of the name when he first took over the pack. He thought it had to do with a breed of dog, but it wasn’t. The original ancestor was a Danish wolf who carried a mixed heritage from his Viking ancestors, mating with people during their trading trips to southern lands. He’d been a dark-skinned Dane. Which made sense back then because it was a detail that could easily identify him from others. It was odd how in the past something like that was positively identified, and now it’s an insult to point

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."

~. .~ Paws Creek was a lively hub of activity, and the visiting she-wolves from various packs stood out with their distinct colors. Each pack had its unique attire, making it easy to distinguish them. The she-wolves wearing pristine white garments were clearly from the Glacier Pack, their attire reflecting the icy lands they hailed from. Their presence exuded an air of cold elegance. On the other hand, the she-wolves donned in vibrant yellow attire hailed from the Sun Pack. Their outfits radiated warmth and vitality, mirroring the sunny region they represented.

But I made myself get up anyway because Lyra was behind me and an army confronted us at my back. At least three hundred wolves. Maybe more. They fanned out through the ruins in formation, sealing off every avenue of escape. Silver weapons shone in the moonlight. These were not renegades or runaways. These were porcelain-skinned kills from staunch packs. Those that had followed the Elder Council TODO Maze and anti-Maze forces. The ones who desired that the old order be restored at any price. Viktor Alpha of the Northlands was at the head. I knew him by reputation. Brutal. Traditional. The Alpha who thought power meant everything. His domain was notorious for severe punishment and complete obe

She let herself down and allowed the spirit to go into her. She groaned as she changed Into a huge wolf, the size of a lion. It was strange, for a newly formed wolf to be as big as she was. Something was behind it and the answer wasn't far-fetched. She was a mixed breed... Daughter of a werewolf and a witch. She's a were a witch. A rare breed, born once in a century.

In the blown window, a brown she-wolf crouched half inside, breath hot and rotten, eyes intelligent and hateful. “Out of my house!” Jake bellowed. The wolf weighed him, then lifted a muscled forearm as he fired. Rounds sparked off hide and bone. Zak and Tara piled in. “Smart bitch,” Jake snapped, still working the trigger. “She’s not going down!” Zak barked, stitching a burst. “Body!” Jake yelled. They dragged fire off the skull. The she-wolf shrieked, rocked, then vaulted backward into the yard and vanished into the dark.

Their leader is a black wolf with blue eyes, and he wants to stand on the high cliff and declare war on his opponent. The Red Wolve did not dare to stop but only dared to lean to the side. Wolves usually have gray and yellow fur, but with wolves having white, black, and red fur is very special. The black wolf that received the order to distract Windy was just a wolf with yellow fur because to distract the opponent, he disguised himself to look like Ezra.

Valerie replied. "Okay, White Wolf is often called the "polar wolf" or "Arctic wolf," Arctic wolves inhabit the Arctic regions of North America and Greenland. Thanks to its isolation, the Arctic wolf is not threatened by hunting. It is the most productive hunter in the pack haters it is made or female. When they are in charge of hunting the pack always bask in the abundance of food all year round until they are way very old and also they are not afraid of habitat destruction in the same way as their southern relatives, that is, enemies. They find it fun to match enemies and win every battle.