Wolf Knight Novels & Stories

"Everyone knows the Rivera girl is a rare white wolf. Her pups will be top-tier Alphas, every single one. Whoever mates her becomes the future Alpha King." "And look at her—the Moon Goddess must've carved her by hand." "A wolf like that, blood like that, Is Damian insane?" "Poor Rivera girl. Her own mate doesn't even want her." The whispers circled. Everyone was certain I'd name Damian—they'd all seen how badly I'd fallen for him. In my last life, I worshiped Damian as my savior. White wolves are rare, which means my life was never peaceful. I got snatched by rogues once.

“Put these on. We have seven hours until midnight. Seven hours to teach you how to fight back.” “I cannot learn to fight in seven hours.” “You are right. You cannot.” She pulled out a small vial. Dark liquid swirled inside. “But this will help.” “What is it?” “Blood from my pack. From the wolves who died. It will not make you stronger physically. But it will unlock something inside you. Something your father’s abuse buried.” “My wolf.” “Yes. Your father forced her down. Made her submit. Made her weak because that is what he needed to control you.” She held out the vial. “This will let her out. Let her remember what she was meant to be.”

Next they fell into the ravine, while Welkin just stared at them from above as he shook his head in annoyance at the noise of the children with him. He was about to jump into the ravine to follow when someone suddenly pushed him, causing him to jump into a big tree. He could no longer reach his sword which spewed in the distance. The wolf's plumage is black and its eyes are blue. It slowly walked closer to Welkin as its saliva continued to drip. ... Ataraxis POV

as he quickly stepped back raising his hands in defense. “I didn't get to change you myself, although I wanted to but I had the pack nurse do it I promise.” “What did you mean by you have warriors chasing after them?” Zayn exhaled, running a hand through his hair. “This might be hard to understand for now, but… I am a wolf, the alpha of the Shadowcrest pack and you my dear are my fated mate. I have waited my whole life for you.” He paused, his eyes scanning my face for any sign of understanding.

My pack fought fiercely, but even their courage seemed to falter against the overwhelming darkness that Viktor commanded. The sight of Damien caught my eye immediately. He was locked in combat with one of Viktor’s warlocks, his movements precise and deadly, yet even he looked strained—his wolf form bloodied, his breathing ragged. My heart clenched. I had to reach him, had to fight alongside him, had to keep us both alive.

The uncertainty gnawed at me. I flipped through the pages, absorbing every detail. The text described the white wolves' abilities in vivid detail: their capacity to heal wounds with a touch, to manipulate the elements, and to draw strength from the earth itself. These abilities were a direct gift from the moon goddess, who had created the white wolves to maintain balance and harmony in the world. The other wolves, lacking these divine gifts, grew resentful and ultimately conspired to wipe out the white wolves to eliminate the perceived threat to their own power.

He didn’t care that he was standing stark naked in front of his gathering family, all he cared about was that Madchen accepted him for what he was, a dragon who had found his mate. Madchen on the other hand, was mesmerized by her handsome dark suitor, who claimed he loved her. Maybe dragons were more passionate than humans ever dreamed, and maybe she had fallen under his magical spell, and she was hopelessly smitten by this magical being who wrapped her protectively in his shiny onyx wings. “I see she didn’t get far,” Madchen pulled away from Drago’s arms, to find Nick standing there, shiny crimson wings unfolded from his back. He was shirtless, but at least he had shorts on.

Verina’s wolves fanned out on either side of her, all of them large, dark, with glowing red eyes, crouching down, ready to hurl themselves at my pack. My wolves were equally prepared, stooping low, finding their centers of gravity so they could launch off of the ground and meet any attack midair. Or be the first to strike.

He noticed it and said, “Grey of Dark Knight, 18. A black belter and master of martial arts. In charge of training new agents and expert in face to face fights. Aikon Advincula outside but just call me Aikon. I’m Stargazer’s bar tender and Polaris’s barista. Hope we can be friends.” “Ai.” JD-hyung muttered as he nodded and shook his hand. Then finally, he turned to Sean-hyung with a smile I can’t explain. Sean-hyung spoke. “Mist of Dark Knight, 18. Number one in handling arnis, chako and sword. The intelligence officer who has contacts anywhere you go. Sean Madrigal but call me Sean. Stargazer and Polaris’s cook.” He stopped and smiled. But instead of shaking his hand, JD-hyung pulled Sean-h

He stumbled and landed on his ass while she followed the kick through to roll to her feet. “Come on Vincent, can’t take a hit from a delicate little thing?” Kami goaded him, circling him as he did the same, his breath increasing as she got to him. Vincent growled, shifting into his wolf Axel. Axel was a medium large wolf with ashen gray fur and light brown eyes. He snapped his maw at Kami, who was beginning to look a little bored with him. He lunged at her with a growl.