Witcher Wolves Novels & Stories

Her voice was quiet, but heavy. “The wolves of the Eclipse.” Luka frowned. “What about them?” She lifted her gaze, and for the first time since waking, she looked truly, deeply unnerved. “According to this,” she murmured, “they weren’t just wolves.” She slowly turned the book around, revealing an aged illustration. Two wolves stood beneath an eclipsed moon—one black, one white. Tangled together. Bound. She took a slow breath. “They were more than mates.” Theoden’s jaw clenched.

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.

Remus asked when Zeeb seemed visibly relaxed. “We found a trail. The scent of wolfsbane. We have reasons to believe it was from the Hybrid.” Zeeb said. His anger once again rising. He couldn’t help it. Every time he was reminded of the demise of his pack, rage felt like it would choke him.

Silence followed—thick, deliberate, terrifying. I scrambled backward, breath coming in sharp gasps as shadows emerged between the trees. Yellow eyes. Gray fur streaked with blood. Wolves bigger than anything I had ever seen, but unlike the alpha this is average which only means the grey wolf is Alpha's beta Manuel. Their muscles coiling beneath their skin, teeth bared. My back hit a tree, nowhere left to go. I pressed myself against the bark, shaking so hard my teeth rattled. My legs refused to move. One of them stepped forward, massive and scarred, his eyes burning with recognition.

I say steadily, “Listen to me carefully, there is another set of wolves we forgot to mention. Do either of you have a weapon on you?” “I’ve got my Beretta.” Canary said. “I’ve got my Beretta and I have a switch blade.” Sin said. Thank the Goddess for small miracles. “Give me the switch blade.” I say quietly. Sin passes it to me, “What’s going on?” “Rogues. Basically, they are thugs.” I said. Aiden looks at me, “I smell two.” “Then this should be easy.” I smirked. “Canary, Sin, stay close. Fighting wolves is different than fighting humans.”

“No, king.” “When you do, come see me. We’ll find a place for you in one of my packs. Wolves belong with wolves.” “We are happy with the witches.” “Yes, but you’re vulnerable with them. When you shift, your scent will change. You’ll be marked as rogues. What happens to rogues, do you know?” “They’re hunted by other werewolves?” “Yes.” “They’ll be safe with me,” Agatha says. “I know, Agatha, but they’ll be miserable. Hybrid or not, wolves have certain…needs. After they shift, they’ll want to be with their own kind. Alpha Jackson will take them in.”

He declared, and everyone standing next to them still. Witches. Alpha Martin got his bearing and sighed, ‘they came earlier than he expected’ He tore his eyes from the messenger and faced the warriors getting ready. “Wolves of Blood Moon Pack, today our pack has been attacked by the dark witches from the Outlands. We will do all that it takes to protect our family, our wife, sister, daughter, son, father, brother, and friend, who is with me?” His voice boomed all over the training ground and the warriors roared.

Damien’s muscles tensed as the pack of rogue wolves surrounded them, their eyes gleaming with malice. The leader, a massive gray wolf with scars etched across his muzzle, let out a low, menacing growl that reverberated through the clearing. Elena’s heart raced as she gripped Damien’s arm, her instincts telling her that this wasn’t an ordinary attack. These wolves weren’t just hungry for power they were hunting something. Or someone. Lysander stood still, watching the wolves with an unnerving calm. “They’re not after you, Alpha,” he said, his voice barely audible. “They’re after her.”

he yelled at the retreating wolves. With those words uttered, the wolves turned around and started making their way towards Katrina. The leader walked towards her. "Don't worry," he said as he approached. " They won't hurt you." As the wolves approached, the pack leader held out his arm in front of Katrina, and his fingers glowed silver and red, similar to the glow of fireflies floating above their heads.

I began, explaining the intricacies of our nature. "All Wolves have the spirit of a Wolf living within their mind. We communicate with each other through this internal connection, and sometimes our Wolf can exert influence over us. However, as Reavers, we maintain strict control, never allowing our Wolf to dominate. We don't shift into wolves or transform at will; our Wolf's power is too great to be unleashed. Instead, we rely on the mind link to converse with one another, using our internal Wolf as a conduit."