Wolf Bait Novels & Stories

There were many gasps of shock as Corbin revealed his plans for Elliot, but there was also just as many hushed murmurs as the other wolves here questioned what a Blood Eagle was and just what that entailed. The sounds of shuffling as wolves twisted and turned to each other gossiping reached my twitching ears from my position at the front of the confused and terrified group.

"The vials you gave me. I tested them. They are highly concentrated wolfsbane mixed with something else that's also highlighted concentrated. Some kind of hallucinogenics." "Why would they have they just lying around?" I asked. "I have no idea but this is Potent. I tried it on a rat and it killed itself.* "Do you think it will do anything to these wolves?" I asked. "I know it will." Alice stepped forward. "But there's only one way to be sure. If it works." Viktor immediately came to mind. "Problem is how do we get one of these beasts in a secluded corner to use it against them."

The woman said politely. "Okay". I said as I walked to the bed and sat on it. I watched the women line up the bowl from the door to my path. The women knelt down on their knees. She carried my legs and deepened it into the bowl before they all stood up. "My lady, this is not blood". '' She finally responded to my question and I raised my brows for more inquiries. "It is called vitcal, it strengthens the bond of two mated wolves my lady, this kind of vitcal are rare and are found in the wild ''. She explained.

Their leader is a black wolf with blue eyes, and he wants to stand on the high cliff and declare war on his opponent. The Red Wolve did not dare to stop but only dared to lean to the side. Wolves usually have gray and yellow fur, but with wolves having white, black, and red fur is very special. The black wolf that received the order to distract Windy was just a wolf with yellow fur because to distract the opponent, he disguised himself to look like Ezra.

I took a deep breath and continued, “But I do have one favor to ask. Can I please have some wolfsbane?” She looked back up, meeting my eyes, studying me, and cocking her head to the side. While she was human, Hugo told me that she knew about our kind. He and my mom were not the only werewolves she employed. “What do you need wolfsbane for?” “It’s personal.” I wasn’t telling her shit. “What form do you want it in?” “What forms does it come in?” “The two most common are dehydrated and a concentrated liquid—usually we sell the liquid form in darts.”

“I warned you! You brought this... this animal... into our keep, and now our stores are gone! He’s a Redmaw spy, and he’s just signaled his pack that we are weak and undefended!” Every eye in the yard swings to me. I don’t move. I just cross my arms, leaning back against the weapons rack, and try to look bored. Inside, my wolf is pacing, furious. Not at the accusation, I don’t give a shit what these sheep think, but at the way Vorlag is speaking to Kieran. The way he’s publicly challenging him, trying to make him look stupid.

Matteus leaned in closer and snarled loudly as he tilted his head back and opened his jaw. Waverly's legs picked up and she jolted at him, forcing him to the ground. She jumped over Katia and stood in front of her, growling. He wasn't getting away from this one. Yelps and whines pierced the air as the conflict ensued. She kept her ground as Matteus got back to his feet. His eyes glistened as he looked from side to side. Then, he attacked, clashing with Waverly's breast. For a minute, she lost her breath, but then regained her vigour and pushed back, burying her teeth in the back of his neck. Matteus squeaked but kept his hold on her. He lifted his head to knock her jaw, loosening her grip on

Violet muttered and Auriele instantly thought back about that frightful state of Violet she happened to get into after the assaults she witnessed so far. "Which one, Violet? Do you recall anything?” "Nothing specific. I keep having such dreams, mom. Kiara and Alpha Arnold..." She sighed. "I often see them bullying me." Violet forced a smile. However, Auriele had lived long enough and observed many young wolves and their body language to know when they were telling the truth or lying; And Violet... Was lying. The sudden stiffness in her shoulders and how her eyes flicked while making that statement confirmed her doubt.

“Dad would never let them take that b*tch, so why didn’t he say anything today?” Mother crossed her legs, removing her sandals, with a wicked smile on her face. “There’s something called blackmail, Kendra.” I stopped. “Blackmail?” She pushed herself farther into my bed and rested on it, facing me as she licked a d*ck toy she got from her handbag. Mother always did that when she wasn’t able to f*ck someone and it had become a habit. “I caught your father freeing a wolfant.” “So what?” Wolfants are special wolves but they are said to be forbidden and perilous. Their genes were mutated, turning them into something else, good or bad but most times bad. Those that didn’t turn bad and didn’t die e

My voice cracked over the field hard enough that wolves still close enough to hear lifted their heads through panic. “Stop wasting steel on the scaled backs!” One of the younger warriors, Vandwood, maybe nineteen, barely a real beard under the blood on his face, had been hacking uselessly at the upper spine of a Vaelcryn while the thing worried at another man’s leg. I reached them in three strides, drove my shoulder into the younger wolf hard enough to knock him off line, and buried my blade through the soft point beneath the creature’s ear. It convulsed. I tore the blade free.