Winged Wolves Novels & Stories

I said to Rex, who was still looking at me intensely. His eyelids slammed shut and became completely black. I noticed claws emerging. Shit! That is what he said as he leaped out the window and began running. I approached the window but saw nothing. While I am aware that wolves are swift, why is he faster? I am certain I saw wings the other day. Claws are a wolf characteristic. What was it about those golden wings that I saw that night? Is it possible that I imagined the wings? He cannot possibly have both wings and claws, right?

I heard a low growl from Paul, but he kept mute with a warning sign from me as Kim spoke again. “The Crimson Wolves is a group of loyal wolves whose sole aim in life is to spill blood. In a more basic statement, the Crimson Wolves are warriors, fighting for whatever our Master says is right. We swear allegiance to only one ruler, and he dictates everything we do. As a result, we've been involved in numerous killings, notable among them being assassinations. Kings, Alphas, Betas, Gammas, Chiefs, Elders…whatever rank they may be, they are living. And living things can die.”

Saliva dripped from his snarling jaws as he crouched, preparing to attack. The two wolves collided with a thunderous crash, their snarls and growls echoing through the bakery. Claws raked fur and flesh, teeth snapped with lethal intent. Ryker’s agility countered Bruce’s brute strength as they moved in a flurry of strikes and evasions. Despite the chaos, Ryker’s every move was calculated, his wolf form exhibiting both power and precision.

I knew that the wolf was calling to me, inviting me to join it on a journey through the forest. With a sense of excitement and curiosity, I followed the howl, weaving my way through the trees and underbrush. The wolf's presence grew stronger, and soon, I found myself face to face with a majestic white wolf with huge wings. Its eyes were the same icy blue as mine, and there was a profound sense of recognition between us. We communicated not through words, but through a deep understanding that transcended language. The white wolf turned and began to lead me deeper into the forest, and I followed willingly. It was as if we were bound by destiny, embarking on a journey that would reveal the true

Simon gave another small nod," please don't tell Dietrich and Vance about this... they'll never let me live down getting beat up by a vampire." "Don't tell the Betas?" Gerwulf scoffed and finally stood back up to full height," Simon she'll be lucky if I let her live on these lands again. Attacking the high bloodlines is considered treason in most packs. As is silvering a wolf without an Alpha command." Waves of disappointment flowed off him and crashed into me. A shiver overcame me before I could suppress it and Gerwulf's eye shot over to me," sorry mate."

The Silas wolf was a dirty brown color and I watched in horror as its broad line-backer shoulders deflated into such profound disappointment it was all I could do not to rage at it. “I don't understand why yer wouldn't let us have our fun with the little birdie! We share all our spoils with you! What's so special about this one?” He whined bitterly, turning his scary red eyes to flash me with a hateful look until I recoiled from the beast. “Shut up and get out. This one isn't meant for sharing.” Alpha Toph growled possessively and for once I was grateful for the wicked Alpha because the other wolf cursed loudly, banging what sounded like knives and metal around in the darkness as I stretched

He grabbed at me through the bars, but I quickly jumped out of the way. I raised my hands and yelled, pushing the air, and he went sailing backward, hitting the wall again. He burst out laughing as he got to his feet. "You just proved my point." "And what point is that?" I was interested, despite myself. "The Skyefrost Pack was a pack of wolf witches." He shrugged. "We were lucky enough to catch the whole pack in their tents, and we took them down." "You unimaginable b*stard."

Just like hers—though I didn’t know who she was. Downstairs, the training yard was already alive with movement. Warriors sharpening blades, brushing pelts, preparing to impress the elders under tonight’s blood moon. I passed them quietly, head high, shoulders straight. But the whispers never stopped. Whispers from parents to children. From the young wolves to the old ones. “Do you know that the Beta was found in the snow? Like a cursed thing.” “Alpha Blaine just took her in to save face.” “How could she even become the Beta?”

Wolves writhed on the ground, some half-shifted and unable to return, their cries a broken chorus against the night. Above them all loomed the moon—blackened, cracked, bleeding crimson fire across the sky. From that cursed light descended the Eclipse Wraiths, half-shadow, half-wolf creatures that moved like smoke yet struck like steel. Their silver eyes burned with unnatural hunger, their jaws dripping black ichor as they swarmed.

I will be remembered in history as the first Luna who was not the Alpha’s mate, but the Alpha’s most beloved wife. Flavian escorted me out of the House and suggested I ride one of the wolves that will ensure I return to the palace in the quickest possible time. Of course. Werewolves are the shadows of the moon and hence they are quick, stealthy, and ride the night breeze. However… I have never ridden a wolf before.