Wild Dog Novels & Stories

But it had happened to the Gray’s; one of the strongest breeds of our kind. Though she had the signature silver blonde hair of a white wolf, Wilda had not turned or showed the signs of turning when she had turned thirteen, as most white wolves did. The situation had been of interest to packs around the Crimson Hills pack that was led by her late father, may the moon goddess rest his soul, and many had thought that perhaps she was a late bloomer.

It’s him. A second later, he crashed snout-first into the asphalt–his Ducati landing beside his form in an ear-splitting crash. Everything went quiet around us except for the soft pounding of the other wolves’ paws as they continued the race. “Well, shit. That’s a first,” a man beside me muttered. A bell chimed, and the announcer declared a fallen wolf. The Savage–of all wolves. I was barely processing that fact, trying to understand what my wolf was trying to tell me. She was excited about something. Practically howling in my ears.

He stood beside her on the interior side of the wall and looked where she was looking, at the tree line, at the shadows that had been there and were now, deliberately, pointedly gone. "They withdrew when the alarm went up," Daria reported from his other side. "Four confirmed figures. No visuals on faces. Moved too fast for human." "Wolves," Evander said. "Wolves," Daria confirmed. "But not any pack I recognize from scent traces. Something older. Wilder." The word settled over the gathered wolves like cold water. Older and wilder meant something specific in their world. It meant wolves who had rejected pack law entirely. Who ran outside the Accord's jurisdiction, outside council protection, o

His gaze was fixed on the one who opened her withered eyes, staring at him unconsciously But Who said it's the end of them? Suddenly.. Something unfamiliar came out to these savages Is it something? He is the worst and biggest of them all, he is the legendary being that they were only reading about!! They quickly backed away, their faces full of panic, as Zayn sensed a great stray behind him He turned to widen his pupils as he looked at the standing Ardina wolf, looking at them with confidence in his majesty and hugeness and those bloody eyes.

Duncan “Not this again,” I mumbled to myself as I reviewed the most recent report that came across my desk. Rogues had been spotted out near our western border. While rogue attacks were not an uncommon occurrence, my wolf, Conan, and I were on edge. They were too close to the Red Wolf Compound.

“Our allies?” “The other packs are launching attacks against vampire targets to distract them and keep help from porting in at the mine. Desert’s the only one that can get there fast enough to launch an assault via water with us. They’re bringing two hundred wolves.” Ian sighs. “Can Sandy do it? Can she change about seven hundred wolves into water dogs?” I look at my mate, at the glacial blue of her eyes. “They’ll be seven-hundred warriors. Can you turn them all?”

She would have been scared if she hadn’t caught the scent of home, of pack, and the vampire mixed with his own unique smell. Drake and Eli were behind her. She leaped over a log before darting away from the pack house, leading them further into the woods. She felt the cold brush of a wolf nose brush against her leg and she let out a laugh before she turned, skidding across the ground. Her hand touching the dew covered leaves as she caught her balance launching herself forward. Her sneakers digging into the mud as she moved to chase the dark wolf as he weaved through the trees.

Asher added. “What? I never heard anything about that?” Bianca argued. Not that she doesn’t like dogs, but she is pretty scared of the big breeds. She used to have the smaller breeds for her pet way back home, but she had never tried big ones, especially Doberman. They kinda look scary to her. “It was because you didn’t have to. Nikita had it covered. Don’t worry. She’s kind,” Asher was still talking when Bianca grabbed his arms and hugged him from behind.

The night was pretty bright when Belle moved into her new apartment in 3rd avenue. She dragged her boxes into the rooms based on their description. The rodents had taken over nearly half her properties back in Sun street. She tried to ignore them but they kept eating more of her stuff up so she had to move. She had tried extermination and patching up even the tiniest holes in the apartment but they kept coming in. The landlady didn't even attend to her pleas or anything.

The ache started right about when she pulled onto the highway. It was nagging and painful, like a bad toothache, but in her belly, "This is what you get for rejecting your mate, her wolf said. She heat herself for being an omega, she didn't want to live a werewolf live, because of the way her parents died, she doesn't want to be bonded with anyone, she wanted to be free to live her life the way she wanted, like every normal person does. Instead, she mate found her when she was running away from her lover. She smiled sadly,