Winged Wolves Novels & Stories

He loved coming to the casino, not to gamble, the supply of liquor, always managed to put a smile on his face. Wolves who had an issue with shifting or who haven’t found their mate, tended to drink. Sex wasn’t good enough for them because the only women they could fuck were humans, and their holes were too small to accommodate our fat cocks. Frustrated to the point of madness was not an understatement. No, we needed mates. For some reason their holes were bigger and could satisfy us completely. Yet, Winter never had this issue. In some ways he was the perfect one out of us three.

Just miles of jagged, frozen gray mud. I stood at the vanguard of the formation, my heavy leather coat pulled tight against the biting, toxic wind. Behind me stood three hundred of the most lethal predators on the planet. The Vanguard wolves weren't in their human forms. They had fully shifted, towering at nine feet tall. Their pristine, blindingly white fur cut through the gray fog like localized beacons of starlight. They hovered inches above the dead soil, entirely unaffected by the heavy, toxic sludge of the wastes.

"And then the debt collectors will come for both of us and seize pack lands, and every wolf in Crescent Moon Pack will lose their homes because you were too selfish to accept your fate. Can you live with that?" The trap closes around me so perfectly I almost admire the cruelty. He knows I cannot let the pack suffer for his mistakes, recognizes I have spent three years protecting these wolves from his incompetence, and admits I will choose their safety over my freedom. "You are a monster," I say. "I'm a realist." He responds by straightening his jacket like we just finished a pleasant conversation. "You were never going to give me an heir anyway, too defective for that. At least this way you

Nothing would be more disgraceful than being wolfless when your father is the Beta of your pack and your step-sister is the chosen mate of our dashing and powerful angel Prince,Nate Rowan. If you haven't heard about the golden winged angel of silver Creek, well ,he didn't exist twenty five years ago.Siver Creek was the largest kingdom ruled by an alpha King.It was also the only kingdom with both Grey werewolves and lycans within it's borders. While all are werewolves ,each kind is a little too different from the other that they couldn't manage to peacefully coexist together.Each wanted to dominate the other at the time, feeling that they were

“I am Selene, the moon goddess. In just few years, a guardian of my own choice will rise alongside four special wolves that I have chosen. Together, they will save the werewolf Kingdom from perishing. The wolves will be called the Elemental wolves and they will be able to wield each of the four elements. “The guardian will help the Elemental wolves with their powers and she shall be their mother. The Elemental wolves will be paired mates, born on the same day and they will come from only three packs; The Royal Park, The Intelligence Park and the Power Park. The war Park is not included because the Elemental wolves will eventually need the warriors from the park. The Elemental wolves will be

But this, This was different. The white wolf became a blur. It crossed the clearing in a single breath, leaping high enough that its paws clipped the winged wolf’s chest mid-flight. The winged thing shrieked, its wings jerking wildly, and the white wolf twisted in the air, twisted, like it was not bound by weight. It landed with the winged creature pinned beneath it. One brutal snap. The winged wolf’s neck broke. The white wolf didn’t even pause to savour it. It flung the corpse aside like trash and turned its head, purple eyes locking onto the next threat.

It seems odd to me, but he says he loved this Rainwater wolf very much and had a good relationship with her pack until he got her pregnant. A vampire and a werewolf were having a child. The pack should have seen it for what it was, a damn miracle baby. Actually, miracle babies, to be precise. If they had helped raise the babies, then we would not be here in this predicament today. The thing about wolves, they are afraid of what they do not understand. They stick to their traditions. Those twins were not traditional.

Fallen leaves and dust grazed my back as I rolled on the ground until my legs found some balance and I stood up. Mom ran towards us and her eyes turned white like the moon as she cast a spell on the wolves. It didn’t seem to affect them as they furiously looked at me while closing the distance between us. It didn’t work? “It's not working. It's because of my white magic.” Mom shouted. That made sense. Wolves of the Emerald Pack were also referred to as ‘Angelic wolves’ because their powers and principles were deeply rooted in nature. White magic also worked with the laws of nature, so they might have been immune to Mom’s spells.

The urgency of the situation was bizarre, and the members of the packs were restless, eager to protect their territories and stand together against the impending threat. Suddenly, a shadow fell across the fortress of the Northern Pack, shrouding the area in darkness. The members looked up in consternation to witness a massive spaceship looming overhead, a foreboding presence in the sky. As they watched in disbelief, thousands of Tyrex wolves descended from the ship, their wings spread wide as they glided down with menacing grace. Their razor sharp claws glinted in the moonlight, their eyes filled with a feral determination to consume the souls of their prey.

Cygnus and Stella immediately stood in front of Lynx, protecting him from the threat. Enne, who was in Lynx's body, could feel the tension mounting. She knew the battle was inevitable. The falling snow was getting heavier, covering the ground with a thick layer of white. The sound of howling wind set the scene for the battle between the two great wolves-Cygnus, the white wolf Altair, and the black wolf Andhara. Their low growls echoed in the cold air, reflecting the tension that was building up.