Warrior And The Wolf Novels & Stories

“Rafael… Rafael’s army has arrived.” Killian’s forces tried to regroup, but before they could, another wave of wolves appeared. This time, they came from the south. Leading them was a massive red wolf, its fur blazing like fire under the bright sun. The wolf stood on a rocky outcrop, her stance commanding as she let out a powerful howl. The sound echoed across the battlefield, sharp and clear, like a command. Half of Killian's army froze at that, their movements stopping as if held by invisible chains. She howled again, louder this time, and something incredible happened—the warriors turned toward her. Slowly, they bowed, then, without hesitation, rushed to join her side.

He gets all pissy and speeds away kicking up all kinds of dirt and dust as he leaves. As soon as he’s gone I hear my warriors coming from the direction of the pack house. The first one to show up is my Beta, Zander Jackson, and then my lead warrior, Kade Porter. Not only are they two of my best warriors, they’re also my best friends. Zander and I are both 20 but Kade is only 18, and still taller than both of us in human form. Zander is 6’1”, I’m 6’2” and Kade is 6’3” and still seems to be growing. Kade is an old soul though and usually acts as the more mature one in non-pack related situations. My wolf is the biggest though as I will soon be the next Alpha. Since we’re all in wolf form I sti

Saliva dripped from his snarling jaws as he crouched, preparing to attack. The two wolves collided with a thunderous crash, their snarls and growls echoing through the bakery. Claws raked fur and flesh, teeth snapped with lethal intent. Ryker’s agility countered Bruce’s brute strength as they moved in a flurry of strikes and evasions. Despite the chaos, Ryker’s every move was calculated, his wolf form exhibiting both power and precision.

The Alpha’s courtyard was packed with wolves in their human form. They stood shoulder to shoulder, most of them were bandaged and bloodied, their eyes tired and desperate. The warriors from the rogue pack stood opposite them, looming over. The two groups of people faced each other, looking like they were one step away from starting a ruckus.

she hummed and Lila looked concerned as she watched their prisoner's demeanor change. Azreal waved his hand toward Casper and spoke to the room, “this wolf is responsible for some disappearances that include the brother of Alpha Arzon LaFlare, more than twenty Omegas from various packs, and we fear a number of rouge children disappearing might also be connected,” he announced, and the place peppered itself with the displeasurable sounds of growling wolves. Azreal slammed his fist down on the desktop a few times to quiet the crowd before he spoke. “My assassin and hunters have discovered that not only is this scum responsible, but he has been selling them to members of a human faction called

The remaining two started running, seeing the psycho wolf who was behind their lives and wanted to kill them mercilessly. It didn't take Rex long to catch them. He injured one of the warriors with his paw, making him fall on the ground and run behind the other who was running in his wolf form. He went ahead of him, blocking his way in the same manner they did with Alice. He growled and then held that warrior wolf with his neck. As a son of Lycan and a higher rank wolf, Aaron has mixed power of both. His wolf is much bigger than that warrior wolf. It was like a big wolf holding a pup in his mouth. Rex killed that warrior by breaking his neck and then throwing his body away.

My father was out of the house that night, he was off fighting as the chief warlord. The burning smelled of gasoline, wood, and plastic. A salad of smells that would haunt my memories if ever all three smells are all present. Shortly after the siren battle my father, Chieftain Botah, lead an army to the shores of the ocean. The fool was overconfident that he could defeat the enemy in the water. But they had the advantage of being sea creatures themselves. They swan under the boats and drowned hundreds of werewolves without even trying.

I didn't question my father's obsession with wolf artifacts and legends, I didn't question why she wore a protective necklace against something that only existed in my books. I didn't question how my father died, I didn't question anything. I just let life go with me, I let it heal from all the things that were left behind to move on. Soon we were ready, I left the house with the feeling that I should go back but still I went. The Hall was crowded, everyone surprised to finally see me out of my shell, out of the cave where I had been holed up since the day of the great pain. - I don't think I even know how many times that day I heard that phrase pounding in my mind.

I watched as a towering warrior with twin axes decapitated a soldier, his movements a brutal dance. I saw a silver-furred wolf leap over a shield wall, its jaws closing around the throat of an archer before he could nock another arrow. It was carnage, swift and absolute. Then I caught a scent on the wind pine and mountain soil and something intrinsically familiar, something that resonated with the very core of my being. Pack. My eyes widened as I saw it a symbol tattooed on the bicep of a warrior as he swung his sword. The snarling wolf’s head, framed by a blood-red moon.

I looked over and saw a majestic black wolf snarling at them like it wanted to attack them. “Step back” I instructed them and immediately went behind me. “Hi Nexus” I smiled at the wolf and it stopped snarling. I carefully walked over and touched its head. “I'm here, did you miss me?” I asked while slowly rubbing its fur. I sat down on the dried leaves and it slowly laid down and rested its head on my lap. “Now the Moon is high up in the sky, The bravest warrior is back from the battlefield. He takes off his armor and holds his dearest one.