Werewolf Packs Novels & Stories

I mean, being able to keep up with me and not drag me behind. Even the warriors in my pack did that a lot. Most times, I had to become slower just so they would not feel too inadequate. But Walker, he never complained. He kept up with me even when I kept going, and when I wasn't, he was good enough. We finally arrived at the West, and I began to search for the pack my mom had told me about—the West Wing Pack. It was interesting that they had only four packs here in the West: two werewolf packs and two lycan packs.

"Sure, I'm ready to understand everything in detail." "Good. At the top of the hierarchy is the Alpha King, Blaze. He controls the largest pack in the world and has authority over all packs globally. There are 4,093 packs across 189 countries. Each pack has its Alpha, who exercises subordinate authority over their pack members, but ultimately answers to Blaze. He has jurisdiction over every pack and ensures unity and order across the entire werewolf community."

“Your lip is cut, and there's a sizable bruise on your cheek. Do you like to catch these puppies? “No, of course not,” I say, pulling my face away, the rusty taste of blood still in my mouth. "I wanted to be normal!" Is it too much to ask? “Normal is for humans, not werewolves. That's why they gave us the UK and Ireland and then built walls around the islands to keep us from leaving. They want normal, and we want nothing more than what's here: our pack,” he begins, narrating what I already know. They agreed three hundred years ago that we would take this part of the land for ourselves, and the humans would take the rest. Nobody wanted miscegenation, and that was the best way to keep the peac

The venom of the basilisk was eating through me as I attempted to move, but I refused to let it stop me from reaching my pack. Everything was in disarray when I got there. Werewolves were on the attack. When a ferocious-looking wolf charged at me, I effortlessly chopped off its head. Thick dark blood gushed from its mutilated corpse as it fell to the ground. Rafael’s pack, the Blackblood pack, was the source of these invaders. Rafael, who was working with Delilah, was the one attacking us. To find out if any witches had survived, I had to first make my way to their quarters.Even though I could feel the snake venom burning me from the inside out like deadly acid, I continued to run as quickly

Non-natives are fair game. It was hard to tell which side was better. No one would intentionally give out their bad side when campaigning for something. Despite that, I felt that the werewolves were a more stable, balanced group. I could trust them. “So, what kind of alliance do you want?” “We shall protect you, family and property. In return, you let us invest and buy shares and give us a longer access to the resort than werewolves. Less screening for our kind. Nothing much really. We just want you on our side, and not theirs. We don’t get along very well. Besides, if this opens, you will be the richest family in town, fetching more revenue than most establishments. That will mean people on

The only one I trust and share my deepest secrets with, because I know she would never betray me with them. I was raised by the Victor pack since I was four years old. It’s named after its Alpha. We are currently at three hundreds and fifty werewolves, plus one mean and vicious warlock. It is considered one of the most powerful and ruthless rogue packs in the whole states. Rogue packs are savages, blood thirsty and rabid killers. They don’t have a place they can call home. They don’t belong anywhere or settle down in a place for more than one week. Our home is the forest. Our food is the animals our wolves can hunt with their teeth. Our purpose in life is to travel around and target packs. W

He was the alpha of the 'Tranquil Guardians' at the North, the pack closest to the border which also dominated all other werewolf packs in terms of strength and power. Other powerful packs were the Dusk Pride which hegemonized the south, Water hounds ruled the west and Silverback Manes bestrides the Eastern side politics. There were also numerous minor packs scattered around excluding the Rogue Union. A group of individuals banished by their parka or had left on free will choosing a life of solitude.

Then all I could hear was my father’s voice. 200 years ago, there were 13 werewolf packs in our kingdom of Lycanthropy. In all these packs, they had up to six clans, which ranged from Alphas, Betas, and Gammas, but exactly no Omega. Not even a single one. This was a rare phenomenon because other werewolf kingdoms had a handful of omegas, which were weak and couldn’t fight or defend themselves.

I feel hurt and betrayed because I deserved to At Least know that the parents that raised me were just my foster parents. Dad nods. “There are five packs under the Alpha king, there are many other packs all over the world, some mixing with humans, others living in packs and so on. But these five packs are the most powerful of them all. There is a hierarchy in the Werewolf world. The first in the hierarchy is Marcel— The Alpha king's pack, followed by the cross moon pack, Alpha John’s pack. There are three others after that.” He explains. “So who's the weakest pack in the hierarchy?” I say whilst kicking my legs as if that’ll help me get out of these chains.

“Centuries past, when werewolves first emerged upon the earth, they found little welcome among the humans who dwelt therein. In those ancient days, war was the sole discourse. When both clans could endure no further loss of life, they resolved to call a truce. To prove their willingness to coexist with the werewolves, the humans agreed to divide the land, assigning each pack its own dominion. Thus, a pack was stationed in every city across the globe. In Joaska, the SilverMoon Pack held sway; in Criscov, the MidnightBloom Pack; in Zurik, the BloodHounders Pack; and so forth. Each city's Alpha was made its General.