Wolf Knight Novels & Stories

Alpha Altan, ignoring Vladimir's words, looked at Zeta Eli in surprise at his question because, as far as he could remember, he hadn't mentioned it in front of anyone. Howl Wolf Vladimir has black hair and hazel brown eyes. His eyes are the most striking feature: golden irises, flecks of hazel brown embedded in his pupils. His nose is also very prominent, as are his chin and jawline - His wolf persona was a gift to him from the Goddess. "Your body smells like a vampire," he said, pouring some green-colored liquid into a bowl which the Alpha Altan finished in one breath. Today, I feel very strange about that dickhead," Alpha Altan said as he placed the cup back on the table.

White wolves were supreme to other supernatural beings, but that was until a dark sorcerer, DrakoenDrakoen, made a move for their incredible power. Drakoen is a formidable being consumed by all evil. He is the embodiment of all that is evil. He wants to be more powerful than anything living. He wanted the collective power of the White Wolves, which would make him untouchable and the ruler of the world. The white wolves could not let such power fall into corrupted hands. They made a sacrifice to kill themselves to die along with their power. They could not take the risk of fighting with him and losing to him because he had an army of creatures who pledged their allegiance to him.

As the heavy iron gates of the Blackwynd sanctuary came into view, her jaw dropped open. She grabbed my sleeve, her fingers trembling. "Wait—Zafira... the Supreme Alpha you just mentioned... could it be that Vickon Blackwynd? The ruthless war lord of the Dominion? Rumors say you bound your scent to his bloodline! Is it true?!" Outside our borders, every wolf knew Supreme Alpha Vickon was an unyielding, bloodthirsty monster who tore rogue packs apart with his bare jaws. Judging by my panicked rush, those bloody rumors were clearly terrified facts.

I glanced at Oliver, unable to read his expression but gave Jack a narrowed looked of displeasure. “My name is Teal Mac-Tire, Alpha of the Sea Dogs pack and knight of the Red Branch, my wolf is Cuchulinn, who lives to serve his king Conri and he will be reborn. Tala Mac-Tire you are my daughter and I love you.” I looked into Teal's eyes; he had already accepted his death. I had not. “GODDESS NOOO!” I wailed, screaming and sobbing, trying to get away when without warning Vargr plunged a knife into the back of Teal's head and his clawed hand, simultaneously punched a hole into the front of his chest ripping his heart out.

A sense of raw maliciousness was oozing out of him that kept poking Agenor instincts like a thousand needles. Soon enough, he stood in front of him at an arm's length. "Agenor Wilde! Team leader of Eye of the Rha " Wolf peeked at the hilt of Agenor broadsword sticking on his back "..." Wolf whispered with a deep sigh, "You've made a mistake!" "What?" "that beautiful black-beast —the one that stirred up quite a commotion down below—is one of yours! Isn't it" "Kid, I don't know what you're talking about."

Once again, the white wolf had killed someone… Truly, he must not be part of Kaist’s army if he could kill so mercilessly like that! Now that none of the rogues were breathing, he only had one prey left to kill – me. My whole body trembled violently as he began to approach me. I couldn’t even raise my dagger properly against him, but I heard myself utter some words, probably out of the sheer determination to live. “Identify yourself! Who are you? Are you a knight of the prince?” There was no answer. I could only look at the dark violet irises of this wolf. Their mysterious and malevolent glint brought me no comfort.

The whole place had a pulse of excitement and anticipation. The tailors gave me the clothes for tonight. It is a three-piece suit made from wool that matches our eye color, blue, and silver. They embroidered the sleeves with symbols of our pack, the triskele. “Alarick!” I shouted as a lot of werewolves also occupied the tavern. “Ylva’s looking for you.” Alarick nodded and went in my direction. He looks like a busy merchant trying to greet all his emptor. “Let her be. She knows her way around.”

"I came in past the guards." "How?" He smirked, lifting his broad shoulders. "I have my ways." Then it hit me. "You're a Wolf-Witch Hybrid, aren't you?" He took another step closer, a smile lighting his lips. "Well, I prefer the term Arctic Wolf-Wizard Hybrid." When I looked more closely, he looked familiar, as if I either knew him or had seen him somewhere before. "Who are you?" He looked me dead in the eye. "I'm your Mate."

THERESA I jumped onto the enemy wolf, trying to get a good hold of his back. I latched my claws to his body as if he were a piece of rock I was climbing. Thick blood stained my paws. He bucked, but I kept hold of him, riding him as if he were a wild bronco. Nausea bubbled in my stomach. The wild ride was not mixing well with the wolfsbane that was still in my system. I swallowed back the vomit and tightened my grip on him. I would not give in to the wolfsbane or to him. I had to keep him away from Nikolai. It would be far too impossible to fight two wolves at once. Especially such big and trained ones as these. Alpine Snow Pack had certainly not sent their runts out here.

she declared without letting him decide. " Work for me?" " Lone Wolves, led by Jordan Van Arthur also know as Poison master Van, has the dragon marrow blood......." " Really expected of the computer Doll, you even know about the dragon marrow blood. I don't need you to...." " This.... " She held out the bloodied wooden button "... You gave me this, right?" Jordan looked at the button and look back at her eyes, his unreadable expression not weavering a bit. " Such a rough workmanship, not a product of Lone Wolves " he replied and stood up.