Wolf Mutt Hunger Games Novels & Stories

I drop to the ground and let out a blood-curdling scream. “Amelia! You’re in heat!” Zara cries in a panic in my mind, but there’s nothing she can do. When a mutolupus goes into heat she’s unable to shift. It’s something the human side goes through and there’s nothing the wolf can do; the wolf is basically drained and handicapped until the heat is over. I look up through tear-filled eyes to see dozens and dozens of wolves locked on me, their eyes piercing with hunger and need. The scent of a wolf in heat taking over their self-control, their primal instincts overriding them telling them to mate.

As Jenna and Logan celebrated their victory, they suddenly heard a loud roar coming from the forest. They looked up and saw a huge, black wolf standing at the edge of the clearing. The wolf's eyes glowed yellow, and it snarled at Jenna and Logan. Jenna felt her heart skip a beat. She knew that this was no ordinary wolf—it was an Alpha werewolf, and it was here for revenge.

she asked and when Mox looked up and frowned, Mj’s heart sank. Just then a tall frail-looking man stepped forward, “you are looking for the swamp wolf,” he declared and Mj nodded, “yes, naked boy wonder over there is his littermate,” she commented and suddenly most of the group bowed and sank to one knee, “I ain’t no Alpha, stand up,” he barked and Mj licked her lips, “are there more of you?” she asked and the grim look that passed between the starving adults and children told Mj there was much more horror to come.

Murdering our youngest brother was a thought I had often. Resisting the desire to smooth down the wrinkles in the shirt I wore, I growled, “She acts like a feral beast. And just because I’m not amused by snarling brats, does not mean I lack a sense of humor.” “Then she’s right up yours and Draco’s alley. I’ve yet to meet anyone more beastly than you two. Now, where is she?” He flexed his arms high above his head, the wolves inked down his biceps leaping mid-run. “You’re aware that mortals need to eat frequently, right? She hasn’t eaten since I whisked her away.”

Instead, I found myself babysitting this vapid Highland heiress while my prey spent her time with her former mate. “Have you ever seen one before? A mutant wolf?” Ruby asked, skipping to catch up. “What do they look like? Are they really as dangerous as everyone says?” I gritted my teeth. “Focus on the hunt.” “I am focused,” she insisted, pouting. “I’m just curious. No one from my pack has encountered one yet.” I had to admit, Ruby possessed extraordinary beauty—more so than Penelope, with her long black curls, flawless porcelain skin and amber eyes.

Vince and I looked at each other; no one said a word but accelerated toward the source of the sound. Appearing right in front of my eyes was a girl of about 14 or 15 years old, her blonde hair messy and scorched in many places. The girl was also undressed, as if she had just transformed back. She kept backing away, her eyes closed and shouted hoarsely. Immediately a mutant wolf jumped out, it was smaller in appearance than the one we met before, but its brutal and crazy nature was the same. It drooled, step by step, towards its prey.

The large gray wolf snarled once again: "DAMON NEEDS MOTUS ALIVE...FOR NOW. CATCH HIM!" Ahead of the group, almost a few meters away was Motus. He ran in his black and white husky form; laughing away at their attempt to catch him. "You'll never get your filthy paws on me! Hahaha we've done this hunt every night and you've had no luck! Just give up already!"

“I understand a stealer wolf isn’t what you need right now, but the pack needs their Luna, to bring unity and peace back to the pack” “Ethan, you don’t understand. She’s goddamn mute.” This struck him silent, and he sputtered his words, “You mean she’s mute?” “How can a werewolf be mute?” He asked, surprised, because it’s unheard of. Werewolves don’t have disabilities, we don’t get sick, or age faster like human beings. “I plan on rejecting her,” I said, in a voice thick with anguish. “She’ll only bring shame and disgrace to the pack.”

The armies kept trying and when they were not able to make a scratch at the two beasts, they decided to retreat, but they could not as Iron was already alive, and he was standing by the road, where stood as the only road they were supposed to pass, he stood and forceful pulled out the last arrow by his chest, and just as said by the priest, the arrow wounded his heart, and that turned around and made him love violent always. He was more than a werewolf his eyes were blazing like fire, the little girl now a dragon, had wing, she must have been a dragon before, and many that went toward the exit were burnt by the fire, the warriors tried all they could, but their strength was not enough, and j

But hopefully, this would just be the standard, run-of-the-mill, confused rogue. We followed the scent to a rocky hill that turned into a mountain, continuing up some rugged terrain. We dug our sharp claws into the stone, making our way up quickly and efficiently, stopping at a plateau partway up. Resting on the ledge, looking over the forested land, was a she-wolf with thick, dark-brown fur and icy-blue eyes. The three of us instantly surrounded her as she got up onto her four legs, turning to face us. She slowly moved her head, making eye contact with each of us one by one, her face emotionless.