Water Wolf Novels & Stories

more the wolves of the pack behaved like dogs that had broken their chains - even the alpha hardly restrains their instinct to drive strangers from their territory. and my aunt left me her handkerchief at the local post office. The wolves may not have recognized my scent four years later. Do not think, the flock did not attack people, there were no such cases for a long time. But only because people did not meddle in these places without local accompaniment, all trips with an overnight stay went in a wide arc from the village. These places were considered dangerous, and the inhabitants of the reservation diligently supported and fed these rumors. Wandering onto the road in the dark, someone

“Amerie. Listen to me. You said that Matt said he saw a wolf and then a man?” She nodded and he motioned for her to sit. Tyler continued, “This wasn’t a wild animal attack. There’s a legend in this area that dates back to the Native Americans. A white wolf three times the size as normal wolves that can change into a man.” Amerie blinked, but held her tongue.

- I don't know why I felt in my heart that my mother wanted to say more than she did. This wasn't the first time in my life, but since my father died this has gotten worse. - Mom? You didn't even seem too shocked by the location of the guy's house! - It's just that you finally have your breakfast Beck! We're leaving in thirty minutes to fix our hair for tonight. My mother didn't like to answer questions. I was used to it enough by then, so I didn't question anything anymore. 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 feel my back hit the wall, nowhere to step back now. Mate? What the hell is he talking about? Werewolf do believe in soul mates. The perfect other half or counterpart chosen by the moon goddess for them. Werewolves find their mates by their smell and appearance. The first time they see each other, they’d know. But I smell nothing from this guy. I don't feel anything. Ugh, he must be drunk. But...he doesn't look drunk and I also don't smell any alcohol. And most of all, werewolves don't get drunk very easily.

You have my word. She had no doubt about that truth. He stepped back, placing several paces between them. Suddenly, the first of his men burst forth from the trees, two massive Grey Wolves, nearly as large and agile as Jeremy. Shifting from wolf into human form within seconds, they stood nude before them. As a Rogue, that was one aspect of pack life Isabella was certain she’d never get used to.

My eyes widened in disbelief as my mouth dropped open, "hellhounds!? Like the ones that were created by Hades? God of the Underworld?" Axil nodded gravely, his eyes flashing with pain briefly before he willed it away. I've read this in an old history book when I was about nine years old, I think. Wolves were basically the living version of a hellhound. When a wolf dies, their soul is sent to the underworld. Hades saw the potential in their souls and created his own version, which he called hellhounds.

Caution is advised when establishing first contact with any wolf from this pack. They are the second largest pack in the werewolf community. Equipped with a massive, fearsome army capable of defending their territory at all costs and bolstered by state-of-the-art security systems developed by humans, they spare no expense in safeguarding their territory. Their impressive collection of resources includes an array of high-tech gadgets, such as helicopters and private jets for swift travel across vast distances, water scooters, yachts along with motorbikes offering flexibility on land or sea. They also use cutting-edge long range CCTV technology complete with advanced facial recognition softwar

As expected, a couple of wolves jump out of hiding and begin circling us, their intent clear as they growl. I could easily take them all if I was on my own but now I had a mate standing behind me trembling in fear. I contemplated turning to my wolf and finishing these rogues off but I can't risk her safety so I quickly connect to the mind link trying to reach my beta and pack while making sure she was still safe behind me.

Josh snickers out and I can’t help but smile. “Yes, it most certainly is. There are twenty-four ranks for wolves: Alpha, Beta, Gamma, Delta, Epsilon, Zeta, Eta, Theta, Iota, Kappa, Lambda, Mu, Nu, Xi, Omicron, Pi, Rho, Sigma, Tau, Upsilon, Phi, Chi, Psi and Omega.

It stepped onto the trunk, snarling, but the moment its paws touched the moss-slicked surface, it lost its footing. The wolf's howl of terror was cut short as the river claimed it, pulling it under in seconds. The others skidded to a stop at the water's edge, pacing and growling but refusing to follow. "Feral wolves won't cross running water," Ares explained, watching them with cold satisfaction. "Old instinct. They're afraid of drowning." I collapsed onto the muddy bank, my whole body shaking with adrenaline and exhaustion. Blood seeped from a dozen cuts, my back throbbed where the wolf had slammed me down, and my hands were raw from gripping the tree trunk.