Viperwolves Avatar Novels & Stories

She was telling him the truth. If this thing between them that had blasted out of nowhere like a space capsule and hit them both with the force of a runaway train was to work, then the Volkas would need to accept her. She hated to think what would happen if they didn't. It wasn't only Jamie's misgivings that had to be set to rest. She needed to know if Mike Volka was indeed wolf and which pack he descended from. Settling herself in her chair, she lifted her glass of wine, needing the drink to settle her nerves.

I heard cries from the guys, which means they have already coped with their task. “An old shabby wolf and a young she-wolf,” a mocking voice of the owner was heard. The paws standing on the ground began to freeze. PAWS, NOT LEGS! Yes, what is he? I growled and twitched to the side to stretch a little and throw off the obsession. Where is this bastard hiding? Soon I felt that Mikhail began to move around. Yes, stop! Are we fire wolves and are we freezing now? Rave! I bristled, and my fur was instantly covered with fire. The fog began to dissipate. Illusion! Vampires are empaths, even if I can't be commanded by force, illusion is different. Catching the scent of the vampire master, I rushed to

Blake looked at me, his eyes appearing haunted. “Hey, are we making plans to go get Jasmine back yet?” Jasmine’s cousin, whom I recognized from earlier when we’d taken family portraits, walked into the room. “Because I can get a flight chartered from Alaska and have a good number of my warriors here in less than twelve hours.” “Thanks, Alpha Tyce.” Blake shook his hand. “Hey, I didn’t get a chance to introduce myself earlier. I’m Alpha Alex Adalwolf from Pine Forest Pack.” I put my hand out to him, eager to make relationships with other alphas.

In his dream, he saw his younger self drowning. “werewolf tamer. werewolf tamer.” A husky and compelling female voice called. Ares swam back up and when he came to the surface, he was a grown man again. Panting he looked ahead. There was a lady standing in the sand. She was naked, her almond skin only covered by her long chestnut hair. Her eyes were a beautiful honey and stared at him intensely as he rose from the water. “You are here,” she spoke. She reached her hand out, “come here.”

There hasn't been a rider born in half a century, and even before, there was only one that ruled Astoria. How could I destroy her now? Her being half human, and Astoria’s vow made this complicated. “Now what indeed.” I sighed out loud. The best thing I could do was keep her in sight and make sure she didn’t realize her powers. Snuff it out before she did. I had Max. He was the most knowledgeable in werewolf law. He could help me. “I want—what’s the thing's name—? “Jezebel.” “I want Jezebel to come live with me. She will stay under my clan, as my ward.”

His eyes flickering a golden yellow as he turned back to me, his face full of embarrassment and rage. “Your twin sister Raven’s wolf awakened at sixteen years old,” he spat as he stepped past Alistair, my heart pounding in my chest as we came face to face, his icy glare full of contempt. “She’s already one of our most powerful warriors, but you… you are nothing but a wolfless mutt. I have no use for you.”

Wolves don’t fully awaken until sixteen, meaning she was still technically human and vulnerable. “She’s so beautiful, Bryan,” Lopez murmured, ushering me closer. Tiny and delicate, our daughter’s features were perfect. She looked just like Luara, except for her eyes—my mother’s deep blue with tiny flecks of white sparkling inside. “She does have Claire’s eyes,” Lopez added knowingly. “She does,” I confirmed, nodding. I took one last long look at her before moving toward the door. “Bryan?” Lopez’s voice called after me, urgent.

He whispered to me. Beta Leo walked in. He closed and locked the door. "Shall we begin?" Alpha Zev and Luna Maisie directed everyone to form a loose circle around me. Beta Leo opened a massive book and began reading. "From time immemorial, our people have welcomed our new wolves with a ceremony to recognize our pack connection and strength. The Moon Goddess gifts us our wolves. We are stronger, faster and smarter when we work with our wolves. We honor the Goddess by accepting our wolves and allowing them to take our physical form and make it their own. We each must learn to respect our wolves, and our wolves must learn to respect us."

Adaira had enough grey hairs in her head to not be making expensive jokes like that any longer. “Excuse me?” I said. She raised her head. “What?” “Are you calling me the one from the myth?” She nodded. “It is not a myth. I do not know why people cannot believe that there are wolves who can really control the elements.” “Like the benders in Avatar?” I deadpanned. Her eyes lit up. “Exactly like that! No one ever understands when I try to explain with the Avatar. These wolves. No class at all.”

“Pack wolves don’t play hockey for the glory, Jenkins. They play for proximity and territorial rights. A rival pack wouldn’t infiltrate a city like this through banking or law; they would use a cover that allows for frequent, intense, contained physical contact, a way to test the strength of the rival Alpha’s bloodline without attracting human attention. They would use a sports franchise.” Marcus stepped forward, his eyes gleaming with the chilling certainty of a wolf recognizing a trap. “The Vipers, Alpha. They are the Mirkwood pack. Their recruitment is a quiet deployment of fighters into our territory. The aggression, the strange focus on defense—it’s not about winning a cup; it’s about e