Wolf Knight Novels & Stories

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.

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.

For it was more prudent to do this. “I guess I owe you more now,” the young man lifted his head to reveal his handsome features. His green eyes stared intently at the Brute King’s figure with a bit of adoration. His complexion was darker than a regular inhabitant of the Mainland and his aura carried a great demonic smell. This young man was the last member of the Silver Wolves; the one the others had never met yet only knew; he was the team’s alchemist and the first person on Zandor to experience the Second Awakening; his name was Legion!

“It’s petty, but this person could be of use to us. Have you heard the story of the White Wolf?” “No.” Hemlock groaned and shook his head at me. I felt like I shouldn’t have said anything while he looked at me like I was stupid. “The White Wolf is a bitch called Sylvia, who looks like a dog; just like you. Her fur is pure white, so you can’t miss her, but she is very fast. We tried to capture her in the past a few years back with another Soul Stealer, but she found out our plan and ripped his head off. She has two children, Ringo and Orlando; you can try to get to her through them if you can. Her brother, Xaivier, is always around; killing him first before making a move would be wise.”

He hissed and Sonya could see his two fangs sneak from his pale lips. Sonya gulped and wobbled her head. “Your blood will be the key, our blood…mix together…three…” Knight Richard showed her his three fingers and his nails became sharper and longer... “including that young wolf man…” “He is the reincarnation of Hügel Wõlfe…don’t you think why he was chosen to become your protector, witch…?” Knight Richard sniffed hard. He walked to the window and leaned his back by the window. “Do you think I did not know why he got that old scar?” He paused and looked through the window.

Flame Knight 1 (raising a warblade): "You were never meant to live long enough to awaken." Xavier (panting, smirking): "Too bad I'm stubborn." The Crown Wolf, barely visible to others, circles Xavier — a phantom of smoke and flame, eyes glowing like dying stars. As one knight charges, Xavier sidesteps and drives his fist—infused with the wolf's power—straight into his chest. The knight is hurled back into the wall, stone shattering on impact. Flame Knight 2 (to the other):

I could also see he was wearing a white fur coat. “Thank you for having us Madam Amelia.” Kent said with a bow. “Of course.” I couldn’t see my mother but I heard her voice and it was quivering. “Does he have to stay like this?” I roamed my eyes around and gasped as I spotted a black dog—no,not a dog, a wolf. I had never seen a wolf in broad daylight. My gasp may have been loud because Kent’s head turned up to locate the sound. This enabled me to see his face. It was more innocent than I expected. His face was paper white with flushed pink cheeks. His nose was almost as buttoned as Marianna, but his jaw was where you could see the alpha. It moved as he looked around. It was sharp enough to cu

And the hand-drawn pictures showed magnificent animals, sometimes poised on a rock in the moonlight, other times racing through woods. The first chapters of the book were devoted to the history of shifters and the explanation of the Slavic term for them, vlkodlak. Now why did that suddenly sound familiar to her? Of course! Her neighbor, Mike Volka. He'd said his ancestry was Slavic. Was that the reason for his interest in werewolves? She needed to get the book out again and get back into it. She replaced what she called her library clothes with sweats and a long-sleeved tee shirt, leaving off her bra, a treat she gave herself in the privacy of her own home. Then she fed Mischief, fixed herse

The only wolf that big was Hector's wolf, yet this wolf appeared from nowhere. Kayla's wolf was insanely strong but something about the other Wolf was suspicious. It could do more than be a wolf, it could fly above you, it could go invisible and attack from anywhere but her wolf was smart. She ended the fight in seconds, following the paw prints it made and waiting for the perfect moment to attack. When she found that moment, she pounced on the other wolf and bit its throat, clenching her sharp teeth so hard. She didn't leave the wolf until Hector started to howl and Nova appeared out of thin air.