Witcher Wolves Novels & Stories

The worst thing though, I was going to have to reveal Christian’s packs secret. “We can take down the wolves” “There is something you need to know, they are not just wolves, they are a type of hybrid like me” “Impossible” “They have kept it a secret for centuries” “We have seen their wolves” “Because they learnt to adapt, I promise you, they are the same as me” Christian was going to hate me but if it meant saving his life then I was going to do everything I could. Marco glances back at his men, his lips barely move but I hear how they discuss what to do but they are all in agreement about one thing. They want to stand by me.

Cheyenne let Koa rise, her wolf bursting through in a blaze of white and silver, power rippling from her paws like heat off sunbaked stone. Maddox emerged next, Gunner’s wolf just as massive, his dark fur and his stance ever protective. Chelsea handed Darian off to Grammy with a kiss and a warning about cookies, then shifted with ease—her wolf smaller but sleek, her witch’s aura trailing faintly behind her like mist. Ben cracked his neck, muttered something about “just got this shirt yesterday,” and shifted into his strong russet-colored wolf, a low growl signaling his readiness. Tyler, not one to be left behind, shifted into his own gray wolf, the familiar intensity in his eyes still very m

She knew Sienna was shady anyway, I focused my rage on the meat to spare her pretty face. Werewolves? What the fuck! The only thing I heard about was Lycans and that Supreme Alpha. "The Supreme Alpha's return made quite an uproar but not as much as the sacrifice that survived." She took a pause, "Paint me surprised when I took a close look at the scratch marks and your insatiable hunger—" Before she could spout another word, I interrupted her, "What are you?" "A witch." Somehow I don't doubt that.

With their men's hiding in the White Wolf lair, the access of information was very easy. "One White Wolf's soldiers group consisted of five members. 3 boys, 1 girls and 1 gay." Jason caught Alexander attention as he raised his head and looked at him. His eyes were sparkling with amusement at what he heard. This news was very rare to be heard of among the White Wolf's Clan.

"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

“Where’d you learn that?” “High school,” Jake said, slamming it into gear. “Long story.” Tyres shrieked on torn asphalt. The W.R.X. launched. Wolves pounded after them, then one by one peeled off, howls echoing under concrete. At the head of the pack, a scarred she-wolf—taller, broader—snarled, snapping at a male that edged too close. They didn’t follow. They watched. They always watched. Jake tore a glance in the mirror. Nothing but yellow eyes and patient rage.

I didn't know what I would do if something bad happened to even one of them. “Who would want to die in a place like this?” Ridge asked. His nails suddenly grew longer, turning into claws. His eyes have also started to turn yellow. Ridge's body gradually grew. His face was already forming a snout until it finally became a big wolf. A gray wolf. “Just like he said,” said Chester, who also started to morph into a beautiful blue wolf. “We will not die until we reach our Home,” Tyron said with a smile as the two of them changed their form, turning himself into a brown wolf.

He looked at me, and for a second, the Alpha pride masked the pain. ​"I can walk," he told me before I could offer an arm. ​"Fine. Don't fall." ​The cutters opened their cargo ramps. Marcus and his Vanguard had brought six massive Wildland wolves—feral beasts they’d captured and broken years ago, easily five feet at the shoulder, covered in thick, white armor-fur. They were the only things durable enough to run through the dead zone without dissolving. ​I mounted the largest male. Kaelen climbed onto the female right next to me, gripping the reins with hands that I could see were shaking. Alaric and Marcus took the lead on the other four, flanked by a dozen of the elite Shadow Legion.

Again, his word, not hers. Wolves do not associate themselves with witches and warlocks for they are known as the creatures of the dark, followers of the dark prince and all that is evil so for him to go to that extent is a slap on everyone’s face. Even talking with them was taboo so to create a deal with them was taking it a bit too far.

Still, Christen felt this unyielding need to protect her, to stand at her side as both shield and mate. They rode into the forest, the morning air crisp against their skin. After tethering their horses near a clearing, they shifted into their wolves. Christen’s beast, a dark gray with streaks of silver, padded beside Liora’s radiant white wolf that glimmered faintly with the crescent’s glow.