Wolf Knight Novels & Stories

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.

Only then did Heath begin to wrestle the Wyvern on the ground and kill the rider. Not yet. Heath knew he could still jump a little higher. WOOF! Heath turned to hear someone who seemed to be calling him. He saw Liam turn to him and growl softly. For some reason, Heath understood what Liam was trying to say, and he nodded. The white wolf made a stance and charged forward at high speed. Heath followed right behind and rammed into the cavalry of the Diamond Duchy knights. HHRRRRAARWHH! RAWRRRR! [Lycan has an extraordinary regeneration ability. Don't be afraid to lunge forward or be afraid to get hit by a blade. You will recover quickly]

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.

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."

“’Why does it hurt so much! Why do you have wolfsbane in you?’ What is he talking about?” “Oh, that’s nothing,” I grabbed my phone back from her. “She put her hands on her hips. “It’s obviously not nothing. Why did he think you had wolfsbane in you? Did you actually…?” “It’s not a big deal,” I replied. “I’m fine now.” “Dude! Wolfsbane? Wolfsbane!” She raised her voice. “You mean the only poison known to kill werewolves? The shit that’s a death sentence if any pack member’s found in possession of it?”

Only the strongest and the best warrior can work as a Quill warrior. We are in Quilluet Pack, the strongest, biggest, and oldest pack in the world. There are about 12.000 werewolves living in Quilluet's teritory. There are so many strong warriors from this pack, including our Alpha, Alpha Eaton Flynn. He is known as the strongest alpha in the world now. He took over this pack when he was only 16 years old. He is very attractive too......well at least that's what i heard.

Men screamed as their heated suits broke down and their lungs filled with frost. The drones above started falling like shooting stars. The Shadow Wolf swiped a paw of oily smoke through the air, and the electronic signals instantly disappeared. Volkov's fancy science was being taken apart by a nightmare that shouldn't exist. Kael, in his huge gray-and-black wolf form, patrolled the courtyard's edge. He was the cleaner. Any mercenary who somehow got past the Tulpa found themselves face-to-face with an Alpha who had five years of bottled-up anger to unleash. He was a blur of teeth and silver-scarred power, moving with a deadly grace that ignored the chaotic magic above.