Wolf Mafia Novels & Stories

Sameka's wolf shrieked as Luna Miriam's wolf tore through her jaw, ripping off the bottom half as she flipped Sameka's wolf over. Sameka Manigo's light-brown average-size wolf was on the ground now missing its lower jaw. Miriam's massive wolf tossed the jaw onto the side of the square. I watched as Miriam's wolf stood towering over Sameka's wolf. The size difference was mind-blowing. The wolf was breathing but was barely able to stand up. Sameka Manigo's light brown wolf shakily, missing her lower jaw. As Miriam's wolf, a huge black-as-night wolf, started to circle, the injured shaky wolf struggling to stand.

His wolf, as dark as night itself, was a shadow among shadows, capable of blending into the darkness without a trace. Damian Slovan Sletherion from the Ironclad Pack stood like a giant, his muscular frame towering over most. His short, dark brown hair and stern expression only enhanced his reputation as one of the most powerful alphas, his pack renowned for their unmatched strength and combat prowess. Damian's wolf was a massive, iron-gray beast with a thick, imposing build that could crush opponents with brute force.

The wolf jumped again towards the Cursed until they were slammed into a tree. Hugo's breath jolted out, his gaze turned angry. Aryadi grunted in front of his enemy's face while sticking his claws into the man's chest. Hugo shouted out once. His body trembled for a moment before yawning and quickly turning into a wolf in red fur. Aryadi the black wolf gave a startled voice. Hugo took advantage of that split second by throwing the wolf Aryadi's body. Aryadi was thrown several fathoms while Hugo stood tall in his form as a wolf proudly.

I spoke with a flat tone and watched the colour drain from his face and fear take over. “Kill him.” He shouted as he shifted into a muddy coloured brown wolf. One that was no match for my own. I ran straight for him, shifting mid air into Khaos' huge black wolf. One of the other wolves came at me from the side as Jack went in for my throat. Both were nothing, as I kicked my back legs out at the unknown rogue and heard the snapping of bones as I shattered his jaw. Followed by his yelp of pain. Jack, seeing that he wasn't going to get my throat veered left and jumped onto my back, sinking his teeth into my shoulder.

He grabbed at me through the bars, but I quickly jumped out of the way. I raised my hands and yelled, pushing the air, and he went sailing backward, hitting the wall again. He burst out laughing as he got to his feet. "You just proved my point." "And what point is that?" I was interested, despite myself. "The Skyefrost Pack was a pack of wolf witches." He shrugged. "We were lucky enough to catch the whole pack in their tents, and we took them down." "You unimaginable b*stard."

I'm surprised that just as Tommy said, I'm worried about Maximilian's safety as well. Obviously, part of it is that he's the only one standing between those vicious wolves who were searching for me. And the other... well, it is possible that despite everything, I don't really hate him as much anymore. As Maximilian gently lowers me to the ground, one of the wolves pounces at us. He lets go of me and I fall onto the battered car, turning just in time to see Maximilian pounce at the wolf too, slamming into him. In a split second, the fabric of his suit flies everywhere, and standing before me is the whitest and most enormous wolf I've ever seen. He must be at least twice the size of the three

The werewolf came, its feet hitting the ground mercilessly as its hands joined in its movement. It broke out from the woods, tearing off the leaves of the trees with less effort, and growling at the sight of the man. “You can't take anyone from my family.!” Mark grinned as he shifted under the bright moonlight. His bones cracked, and his skin stretched beyond its limits, tearing to become as tough as that of a wolf. He growled at the phantom, just as the phantom growled at him. Like two behemoths, they collided, and the green grasses on the ground fell victim to their battle.

“Wulfric?” I nodded. “Fuck, man, I didn’t realize this was your pack. You look like shit.” His eyes darted upward, in a mindlink, then he shifted back into his wolf form. Another wolf came sprinting over—a female one. And that was when I realized that the scent of the wolf that was able to survive in cold water was this other wolf’s. I couldn’t believe that I hadn’t realized it was a female scent at the time, too concentrated on figuring out the pack it was from.

"So what if my wolf isn't your fan? Yeah, I pulled some strings and played the territory system! Every alpha in the mafia world does it! Don't you dare tell this room I don't know map drawing! My den is full of high awards!" I arch an eyebrow, completely amused by his stupid shouting. "Oh, right—the Golden Plains map, wasn't it?" I say, my tone dripping with freezing sarcasm. "That was your supreme masterpiece. How about your fingers draw just a tiny corner of those border lines right now? Nothing fancy. Just enough to prove to the high elders that your own claws actually touched the ink." Master Luca Wilde lets out a loud, bloodthirsty chuckle from the judge table. "Excellent idea! Let us s

I glared at him, Jade took the remote and turned off the television “What happened you sounded urgent over the phone?” Jade asked “Hmm, guys there's a big problem” I said and all of them adjusted on their seats immediately “What's wrong?” Dell that has been lying down sat up and asked “It's the black wolves they claim some of their pack members have been murdered by one of our Packs so they have started to kill our pack members, this morning five dead bodies were found at White wolves pack borders, one belong to Westwood Pack member, two belonged to Northwood Pack member and two belong to White wolves Pack member, and something strange was written on their body”