Wolf Novels Novels & Stories

I heard Bazaar. I then know what the dark smoke was. It was wolfbane the substance they discovered to kill and weaken a wolf. The wolfsbane was now causing me difficulty breathing. My eyes run water and my vision became blurry still I didn't close my eyes. My eyes remained half-opened until I saw the dark dust that surrounded us slowly disappeared. When it did everyone within the wall was lying on the floor still and scared. It was not easy seeing them since my vision was still a bit blurry, but there was one image I could see clearly, and that was a white large werewolf that appears to be a she-wolf lying on the ground with a knife in its heart, covered in bright red blood. Bazaar walked ov

But the wolves did, of course, sniffing them out and killing them when done feasting on the girls. One wolf ate away at the hostess’s beautiful and carefully made-up face. Werewolves consider the eyes to be a delicacy. Another ripped open a girl’s gown, bearing her breasts, breaking her ribs, clawing out the heart and devouring it, still beating, as it squirted thick dark blood.

He said as he winked at him. "Yes. Just one day. Just one day." Alexander said, much more to himself. He'd been trying to convince himself. Mike right, Vee and Monika would protect her. After all, those three were irrevocably in love with each other. The Black Wolf's Clan Empire was the largest and most influential in the world, consists of four factions, mainly the Fairy Wolf's Clan in which they operated in the black market and drug operations. The Vamp Wolf's Clan faction was divided into two cluster, in the morning who attacked and operates in sunrise and the night crawlers who invade at night. They were specialized in human trafficking. They loved having humans as their slaves in all a

I feel my back hit the wall, nowhere to step back now. Mate? What the hell is he talking about? Werewolf do believe in soul mates. The perfect other half or counterpart chosen by the moon goddess for them. Werewolves find their mates by their smell and appearance. The first time they see each other, they’d know. But I smell nothing from this guy. I don't feel anything. Ugh, he must be drunk. But...he doesn't look drunk and I also don't smell any alcohol. And most of all, werewolves don't get drunk very easily.

She had underestimated me. The shadows of the abandoned village stretched long under the moonlight, and I felt a pulse of possibility. I wasn’t just surviving anymore. I was shaping the battlefield. I was reclaiming my life, my power, my agency. And soon, everyone who thought they could control me would learn exactly what it meant to hunt a wolf who refused to be prey. This night was only the beginning. ---

The scent of rogues hit me, foul and intrusive, as I raced toward my home. The clearing came into view, chaos erupting. Rogues and pack wolves clashed violently, the stench of death and rotting flesh thick in the air. My eyes locked on a large brown wolf. My claws extended instinctively, and I lunged, tearing through its throat. Blood spattered across my fur, but I didn’t pause. Another wolf jumped at me, trying to pin me down, but I rolled, forcing him beneath me, snapping his neck with calculated precision. Around me, Torey and Prince shifted, tearing into rogues with brutal efficiency. But I ignored them, focusing on the scent I had been chasing all this time.

But instead of old stories from my grandmother’s life, the pages were scrawled with strange symbols and sketches—shorthand in her handwriting explaining the purpose of different runes and sigils. Flipping through the pages, there were sketches of wolves, and the last page that she’d written in had a detailed rendition of a nightmarish wolf-beast that made my blood run cold at the sight of it, it’s eyes smudged over with charcoal in the shape of a protective rune. My heart raced when I realized what I was holding. This was no ordinary journal, it was a spell book.

What's a little fun that I can't have? “I'm specifically looking…” he paused as he opened a page in a book and then turned it to me. "For the White Wolf.” The page had a picture of a white wolf in it sitting under a huge moon. This was supposed to be alarming to me, but I wasn't bothered. This might prove Axton's theory of humans wanting more after finding little. Maybe they were the ones that carried the bodies of those lycans, and now they're back for more. But somehow I disagreed with that thought. What if this guy has read some books and done a little research, and now he wants to discover one for himself? That also makes sense.

Rosewood then added, “Mr. Haraldsson, you come from a long line of Vikings, famous Nordic warriors of old. They lived at a time when people believed in magic, powerful gods, and dangerous monsters. Nearly every Viking was a fierce warrior. The question before us is, are you a warrior as well?” What in the fuck? This wasn’t what Bjorn expected tonight. He was expecting David Pendergast to introduce him to Bender’s high society as the fifty-year-old man who was fucking his teenage daughter. But Vikings? Warriors? “I don’t know what you’re talking about. Are you sure you have the right guy?” “We do indeed, Mr. Haraldsson,” David said, sitting forward and clasping his hands almost pleadingly. “I

Unfortunately, his wounds will scar,’ Aaron piped up, watching as two other male wolves came up to grab the injured man and take him away. ‘What’s wrong, Alexa?’ Aiden asked in concern, as Griffon soon joining them. The redhead stared out at the burning corpses and frowned, her mind catching on to what was causing her mother’s own concern. There had been well over twenty vampires, and yet it had taken only three of them to destroy them, and though she was powerful, she was still new at this whole wolf thing. ‘Something doesn’t add up, and I’m afraid it doesn’t spell anything good,’ she turned to look at Aiden, a feeling of lead dropping into her stomach gave her a sense of foreboding.