Warewolf Story Novels & Stories

My wolf told me so, as he apparently could speak to the rogue’s wolf. I turn my head slightly to look at my gamma, my eyes turning shades darker making him lower his head to the ground. “Are you questioning me, gamma?” “No, I dare not, your highness,” he answers. “Good.” The wolf’s eyes widened in fear when my warriors came up to her growling. “She isn’t to be harmed, do you understand?” “Yes, your highness.” With that, I turn around and do not wait for them as I aim for the pack house.

Alistair had fought many more battles than Gary could imagine. The brown wolf was irate. They had found a way to reverse the Dire Wolf Gene. He was back to a regular every day Werewolf. They would pay! Starting with that white wolf who stole his mate. And after him, the green eyed one that took Karen from him. The hate pulsated through Gary's body. It flowed in his veins and in and out of his lungs. There wasn't a part of him that didn't despise every wolf here. He didn't have time to look around the clearing to see he was outnumbered. He didn't know that all but Paul had abandoned him. Gary's cold blue eyes followed Alistair's every move. He lunged forward and tried to grab at Alistair's sh

“So while you were on the relay, updating us, coordinating three hundred wolves, you were already here. Already talking to the seven packs.” “Yes.” I wanted to yell. Really, I did. The anger rose up, sharp and clean, but I let it drift through me instead. “Tell me why,” I said. “Because I’ve spent twenty-three years building something and I wasn’t going to let it collapse in a morning,” he said. “What you did at the confluence clearing, the door, the threads, all of it, was extraordinary. But it was uncontrolled and unsupported. The moment it happened, every wolf on this continent who didn’t know what they were feeling needed someone to tell them a story about it.” He paused. “I made sure I

“So how do we fight an enemy we don’t know?” “We fish him out.” Victor said. “Can’t be so hard.” He shrugged. The table looked at him and gave him that same silent nudging look. Victor smiled, rubbing his hands together eagerly. “OK y’all listen. In the past few decades, we have not heard any tale of rogue wolves or any wolf going rogue. We all heard the stories but assumed they were a myth. And then a week ago, a rogue wolf comes knocking on our doors. Not literally.” He added, putting a finger up as if to silence any interruption. “So let’s revisit what we know about rogues, shall we? We know that for a wolf to be cursed, they must commit an unpardonable crime that would piss of the mothe

Iris shivered as she recounted the version of the story she had heard. “About three years ago?” Wolf restrained himself, although he was actually very happy to get a clue. “Yes. It happened in your building—the one with the television station, and...” “I know which one!” Wolf cut in, grabbing his jacket. “You go, and don't cause any more trouble! If you make trouble again, I'll kick you out onto the street!” Wolf emphasized the core of the warning he had forgotten earlier, then rushed out. Iris was clearly too confused to respond.

Like it didn’t like this conversation. I stepped closer to him slowly. “What am I?” The question came out softer this time. Not angry. Worse. Honest. Kael looked at me for a long moment. Too long. Then— “There used to be stories.” My breath caught. “Stories about what?” His eyes darkened. “About wolves born with marks.” The air in the archives seemed to tighten around us. “Not ordinary wolves,” he continued. “Something older.” Older. That word again.

you know the pink dress and Vi's pretty sure he's going to love Silva's wolf. She runs through the events. It starts to make a bit more sense the second time around. She stops after the part where Valerie tells her that Esme and Luka have been taken. She turns to an older werewolf standing near her, leaning against a table. His eyes are cast downwards, his expression grim. "Graydon Airwolf," she says, "You have the most experience of all of us in warcraft. What do you think?" I recognize his name. I am certain that Gray told me stories about a warrior named Graydon Airwolf who had fought bravely alongside him.

When facing a battle, the most important thing for a Wolf is to believe in his leader. After a while came what the Nolan group feared, their enemy. The opponent has three people, a wolf with yellow fur and a wolf with red fur walking ahead. The wolf with black fur walked behind the other two, his blue eyes making the viewer feel fear. This group of assassins was very different from the usual ones who used to hide and sneak attacks on the Ezra people. But these guys came to be strangely arrogant and cavalier. Had it not been for the declaration of war befra's group would have thought they had come to make friends.

Story of South Hills Pack was heart breaking, though how packs are being run these days I would call them foolish for being so generous with those who are kicked out by their own packs, but she was repeatedly saying one thing, that pack lived with the purpose and they were serving it. As the story was getting unfold, I couldn’t stop myself from feeling the pain. Irene is the white wolf, a rare wolf born in a century which could only be born in a South Hill Pack, because it was the right place for her. Irene and I were connecting the dots, and everyone line we draw proves Margaret right.

Then expand. I have already secured a dummy identity. A sealed bank account. I will release the first software package in a week. Small. Niche, even. Then I will let it grow. By the time Zenith turns Nineteen, ArdentWolf Systems will have investors sniffing around. And they will not see a monster behind the code. Just a genius. And behind that genius? A wolf. With teeth bared only when necessary.