Wof Glory Novels & Stories

White wolves are omega, omega belongs to the alphas, they are our babies, and it's our job to take good care of them. Back in the old days, the omega used to be killed, they weren't needed since the war between clans was on and the Omegas were too vulnerable to keep. Most of the omegas died, and now after the war ended, the omegas are cherished, they are rare and precious, having an omega is a sign of welfare, a sign of being a very strong pack. A pack that can take care of omega is one that's very wealthy, and powerful, the other five clans that have the omegas, are the most known clans, wolves who want to join other packs try their best to join those big clans.

He turned around giving me one last glance before he disappeared back into the Gladiator barracks. I wanted to cry out, but Oliver pinched the sensitive skin under my arm, A hard look on his face when I turned to him, his stern eyes imploring what he just said. ‘Do not let them see your weakness’ I repeated to myself. The rest of the events that took place for the opening of the games were a blur, my mind on one thing only. The Gladiator Wolf. I was so relieved when my father excused me and told me to take my mother back to her room as the celebration was coming to an end.

haven’t even seen his eyes change. I feel the command take over me. I respond, “ I claimed her as a newborn, “Dad shakes his head. “Why wasn’t I informed? Why did you hide this from me? How could I not notice all these years? “ his gaze falls onto Mom. “ some mate you are he scoffs. You would have our daughter lie to me and hide the truth. It bothers me that you didn't share that moment with me. It’s typical of you to be so selfish. Why did I even marry you? “ He snarls at Mom, getting ready to strike her. I shift, but I don’t feel any pain. It was on instinct I jumped in front of Mom, taking the strike from Dad's hand. I’m thrown back, hitting the wall. I began to cry. My wolf was bleeding

Her wolf claws slightly spread behind her, ready for combat. "Velda, you fool!" Gloria roared, her voice trembling with a wolf's howl and sulfurous pheromones. "Do you think covering your face hides your shame? The Bloodmoon Pack has become the capital's laughing stock, no, worse—a universally despised target, all thanks to you!" Velda halted her practice and pressed the longsword to Gloria's throat. The quivering blade, cold and gleaming, mirrored her frigid eyes. Her eyes, slit-like in the moonlight, exuded cedar authority, forcing the surrounding guards to retreat.

It always wants to go ahead and tear her. Selina smiled proudly. She reached out and stroked the large wolf fur beside her. It has smooth black fur, and its yellow eyes are somewhat cold, but when being rubbed by Selina, it retracts its combative evil. "Windy, you take care of her." “Guru!” After a loud howl, only the gray-haired wolf named Windy was relieved to use his sharp claws to kill Orla. Orla only had time to scream, and then there was silence.

There came a loud sound of knees hitting the ground. Gloria knelt, and the shards of glass pierced her knees. She was in pain, yet she looked up at Warren calmly. "Let go of Christine." Looking at Gloria, Warren suddenly burst into laughter. He said, "How ridiculous. The previous Gloria from the Silver Spring Pack used to be the she-wolf that countless werewolves in Gabbs admired. Look at what you've become. The way you look now reminds me of what you said to me when I was pursuing you back then. You said you were out of my league. You have made me a joke ever since. I am the future Alpha of the Walter Pack, and you think you're out of my league? You think your mate is Alpha Patrick, but he

However, the chip on the table had distracted him. “Fric, I hope you and your lover can keep this big secret because no one in this village knows this info. I warn you both." Brockley and Riley also agreed with the wishes of the village head. The Village Head looked at them one after another then said in a diplomatic tone. “Add another five pieces of silver. There will be other information that you will get. Remember, I'm telling you because you will be loyal to the Young General. Remember that!" Without hesitation, the Village Head said that the big and popular beast was: King of Glora 2, Grock Leofwine.

[POWER VEIL: ADAPTIVE MODE] [FACULTY DETECTION: PARTIAL — REDIRECTED] The headmaster stepped forward, voice amplified across the courtyard. “Welcome to Apex Academy,” he said. “You are not here because you are powerful. You are here because the world expects you to become dangerous.” Eyes scanned the crowd. “Let us begin with introductions.” The first group stepped forward. Werewolf Alpha Candidates. A tall boy with silver-streaked hair smiled confidently. His presence forced nearby wolves to stiffen. “Dominance output at eighteen percent,” a faculty member muttered. “Impressive for his age.”

She huffed. “We haven’t seen him in six years, Gloria. Give him some time,” his father, Wilson, said. “Let me take your jacket,” Jefferson offered. Jake looked at him for a few seconds, and shrugged the jacket off. He handed it to Jefferson who turned it over, and looked at the etching on the back. “What kind of name is Wrath? Are you part of one of those damn criminal motorcycle gangs now?” “How the fuck is that any of your business?” Jake asked him.

"No! I cannot let you marry that thug! I will not! You're my precious daughter!" Christina held our mother's hand and swayed it. She cooed, "John Doe is not a thug, Mom! He's an honest farmer. Strong and brave too! You can't insult him!" Oh God, her cloying voice almost made me throw up. Unbelievable. She must know no shame if she could twist a crass thug like John into an honest farmer. She thought his violence was strength and courage?