Werewolf Knight Novels & Stories

"It wouldn't take too long, Kaira. Please hold still," I pleaded with my wolf. Soon all the wolves squatted in submission, and I watched Knight walk to the front. He looked majestic. He faced everyone, dominating all those that were present. I did not know how Larry planned on being king. He did not have the same authority as Sylvester. The Volkov bloodline was powerful. Spite could make people act stupidly. Knight howled at the blue moon in reverence, and we did the same.

I was just trying to win sometime, hoping that Luther would notice that I was missing, and he would rescue me. “It’s not the same case when it comes to werewolves. Your power is defined by your rank, and you receive your rank by birth. The only way to have a higher rank is by killing someone who has a higher rank than you." "As much as I want to have this cultural exchange with you. I'm afraid that you need to see my gifts, after that, you showed me yours." The moment he spoke, his eyes terrifyingly changed to purple, it was something like lightning. It was lightning that showed up from his hands. As if it's not weird enough.

“Thanks.” “Too perfect. You military?” Jake raised the sleeve again. “SASR. Sniper First Class.” A grin flickered. “Who dares wins.” They said it together, a laugh cracking the tension. “This is Zak,” Jake told Kim and Jane. “Zak—Kimberly. Jane.” “Pleasure,” Zak said, crisp. Then to Kim, lower: “Keep it quiet for now, but… werewolves have overrun the city.” Kim held his stare. “You’re serious?”

a male spoke. "Tomorrow, I shall put a stop to him, once and for all," said Alpha Deucalion. "We shall fight against you!" the men said angrily. "And I too," I wanted to join him as well. Alpha Deucalion looked at me. "My people are being fooled by him and I want to prove to them that he is a werewolf," I told Alpha Deucalion as I raised the cloak in my hand the witch gave me that Bazaar is using to act as a human.

I scanned the trees in front of us and my eyes fell into the grass with rash movements, just near a chir pine tree. “Quinn, East!” I shouted as I felt something from the east running in our direction. Quinn nodded and immediately positioned her bow to release the arrow with poison. With a bolt, Quinn calmly let go of the arrow when a big brown werewolf appeared. This is our first time to see a brown-haired werewolf, most of the hunts we’ve been to have black or grey fur. “Brown?” Rendall asked as we saw the arrow hit its leg and growl in pain.

“Ah, as expected. The man himself in the flesh.” Rowan Robinson was standing there with a wide smile. Jay knew Rowan was more than he looked. It took him everything to find out that Rowan was working with someone who collaborated with the Knights of Death and the death of thousands of people in the sixth realm. Jay knew every history and everything about them. He knew that Jazmine’s friend, Anita, and Anita’s brother were werewolves. Jay knew Liam’s pack and Luna were the ones who revealed about the Knights of Death and their purpose in the mortal world.

All of a sudden, the wolf ran in my direction. Knight was quick. I felt the rage consuming him, pumping in his blood, ravenous for a kill. Considering he was an alpha, his wolf was way bigger and stronger. He blocked the wolf and swung his claws at the rogue, tearing off the skin. The rogue wolf was thrown away, landing on the ground, whining. Without wasting any seconds, Knight sunk his fangs into the neck of the wolf, tearing off the flesh and making me wince. The blood from its neck gushed out, bringing the rogue to its death.

Olive walked to Walter. “A pack is a community of wolves. A wolf pack. We're wolf shifters that belong to the biggest pack in the country. This is Alpha Wayne Knight, leader of Balendin Pack. I am Luna Olive Knight, his wife and mate. That's Beta Jake Gurner, you can see him as the deputy of Alpha Knight. The young guy is Shem Knight, Alpha Knight's younger brother. And that very quiet gentleman is Crusoe Scott, he's one of Alpha Knight's Elite.” Walter nodded appreciatively.

Now, they sent out a bigger force. A large group of the original Knights of Death. Vincent knew it because the original Knights of Death wore armor and carried a trident each. Those who didn’t wear armors were just their followers from the realms. Vincent placed his hand on Cohen’s wolf and said, “Get your paws healed. The blades they’re using are poisonous.” “I’ll be fine,” Cohen said to him. “You’re as stubborn as ever.” Vincent cracked his neck and knuckles. “I promised myself not to rely on my wolf after what had happened in the past. But it seems I have to break that promise.”

She meets his eyes and gasps as she recognizes the ‘warden’. The werewolf with the dark set of orbs that obliterated her squad that night she attempted to murder Akira. The same wolf that singlehandedly defended the eastern gate from the vampires. Akira’s bothersome knight, also infamously known as the mad dog of the House of the Wolves. How did he get here? And disguised himself as warden, too?