Wolf Knight Novels & Stories

Still, he had the audacity to meet my gaze when I entered. “Name,” I demanded. “Tomas,” he answered, spitting blood onto the stone floor. “Do you know what they call me,” I crouched in front of him, slow and quiet. “Tomas?” “They call me the Wolf King,” I murmured, while his jaw clenched “Do you know why?” “Because I don’t bark. I don’t threaten.” I leaned in, voice soft. “I end. So I’ll ask you one last time, and if you lie to me again, I will rip your tongue out with my bare hands and feed it to you.”

"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.”

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.

“You are so beautiful, dark dragon,” Madchen reached her arms around his neck, never wavering her gaze. “As are you, Madchen, and I love you,” Drago crashed his lips onto hers, searing her mouth with his passion.Black wings erupted from his back, engulfing Madchen in a cocoon of protection. 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.

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.