Wolf Deku Novels & Stories

The wolf goes from attack to submissive more than once which showed us that he doesn’t want to fight but Yanik is making him do it. The wolf turns and looks at me and it’s left eye is tar black while the other is brown, this guy has been cursed ( Kavi, charge him and hold him around his neck so he’d submit I need to get his eye ) < his eye? What on earth for? > ( his left eye has a curse which is probably why he’s the way he is, just make him submit but don’t kill him )

I had sat forward, elbows on my knees. “There was none, Alpha. I had them take me to where the wolf was seen, but there was no scent. What are you thinking? Tricks from witches? Rogue covering their scent?” I shook my head; I’d heard tales in the past, but it wasn’t something I was concerned I would need to face. “I’ve got some ideas. Nothing serious. I’ll investigate it. Thank you, Zaine.” He got up and left my office. A white wolf with glowing eyes. There was only one person in the pack to speak to about this. I mind linked her.

He stated the most impossible in my 20 years of life, I stared blankly at him whilst Ivan let out a low growl. "Sorry, Alpha." He lowered his head, submitting to him. "I'm Eclipse, your wolf, clara. You're a werewolf and the guy to your left is our twin brother, Ivy Woods." It spoke again and I was honestly weirded out. "I think I need to be sent to the mental asylum." I breathed out, freaking out at the continuous conversation going in my head other than my self consciousness. The man named Ivy, groaned, plopping down on the bed as he shook his head in disbelief.

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.

We were talking in an undertone, the men were quietly talking about their own, and I, taking advantage of the moment, while they were not listening to us, asked Alina: - Aline, werewolves can't drink alcohol. How then are they? - I shook my head towards Maxim and Alexei. She turned lazily, looked at them, and, turning away, also quietly answered: - So this is not an ordinary cognac, specially developed - for werewolves. By the way, in our flock they let him out, - she yawned, - A very expensive pleasure. - Why?

My wolf was upset. While Carson and I had been kissing on the couch, Eckley had been trying to talk to her. She was saying, 'See this is what talking to the Luna did! Eckley can sense me now! He is trying to talk to me. He is whispering to me, 'Love mate. Protect mate.' Ugh! Gross!'

I always wondered why there are no black wolves in the modern world. More precisely, why I have not yet come across one. After all, my inner beast is a black wolf. And the answer was simple - I'm from another world, the world of magic and sorcery. Also, the gift of fire flows in my veins, and after traveling to the universe of my ancestors, I was finally able to curb it. It was only after visiting the house of my grandparents that I managed to truly learn how to control my flame. Now I will no longer allow you to wipe your feet on me, because my strength is in no way inferior to the strength of any alpha male. The frightened puppy is a thing of the past and, if necessary, I will force everyo

Pack of wolves. She felt a constriction in her chest. She was anticipating Kael, but this was unexpected. No, this was a different thing. Something much more intricate. One of the individuals, a tall and strong wolf with dark hair and striking green eyes, was the first to spot her. He quickly looked at her, sharp and evaluating. Alec was his name, and he was considered one of the pack's most reliable fighters. Even after Amora had departed, he remained unwaveringly devoted to the Alpha.

The hunter pulls out a weapon—a sleek, silver blade with intricate engravings that catch the light. Luke, in wolf form, is a blur of powerful muscle and fur, but the hunter’s movements are equally swift and precise. They dodge Luke’s powerful swipes with ease, their blade slicing through the air with deadly accuracy. Each strike and counterstrike sends shivers down my spine, the clash of wolf and hunter reverberating through the room.

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.