Wolf Oc Base Novels & Stories

Of course he guessed it could be worse if he hadn't gotten them. Alistair stood at the front of the room. His face was gaunt and his eyes were sunken. The lack of sleep was obvious to all. He knew they were wondering how much longer he'd be able to function. He wondered the same. He took a breath, squared his shoulders, and tried to regain some of his composure. "Xylon and his scientists were successful in finding a way to turn off the Dire Wolf gene." "Thank God for that!" Owen McDonald had a relieved look on his face. "Will we be able to use this on any Werewolf that carries the gene?" He looked at Xylon.

‘We should go’ I added hurriedly and Destine immediately turned around but gasped in surprise when something or a large wolf pushed our bodies so fast that we were knocked off our feet and hit the tree beside us. Ugh… D*mn it! ‘I was caught off guard’ Destine groaned and tried to stand up. This old town has the smell of wolves, so we couldn’t tell if it was the smell of the former Collins pack that used to live here or not. D*mn it! They knew that their scent here would go undetected, which is why they chose this place as their base. The sound of a pained yelp made me gasp and look over to where the sound was coming from.

They moved instantly. The three wolves formed a perimeter, instinctively placing Fenric in the center. The ground beneath them trembled once, subtly, as if something massive had stirred deep below. Leaves shook on the trees without breeze. The stones of the clearing began to hum, resonating with unseen energy. Fenric took a cautious step back, then froze. The glyph beneath his feet—the mark of the First Pack—was bleeding. Not blood, but shadow. Ink-black, fluid, and slow, it leaked from the grooves of the symbol like rot seeping from an old wound.

I was Luna of Northwind Pack, mated to Alpha Kael Dorian, the man I'd been crushing on since I was fourteen. Let me tell you a little about myself. My name is Lara Voss, and I'm an omega, the absolute lowest rank in any wolf pack. Not only that, but I don't have a wolf, never shifted once in my life, and I go completely deaf for the first five days of every month.

The full weight of the wolf’s den. ****tbc****

I pondered, contemplating the task at hand. As I observed my surroundings, I quickly hid upon noticing someone approaching. It seemed that two wolves were engaged in a heated argument nearby. "Warg, it's true that Lyca is the one who killed Olivia! I witnessed it through the hologram of our clan's Witch," one of the wolves exclaimed. "But that sinner is weak, or so I thought," Warg responded skeptically. "Not anymore, now that she has transitioned into our kind," the other wolf explained. Hearing their conversation, a surge of excitement coursed through my body. Perhaps, for now, I will temporarily set aside my search for the bastard. Instead, I will focus on finding this Lyca wolf and engag

It had never been as unbearable as it was right now. "Alpha Krause," the doctor greeted us happily. He was an old wolf who had been around long enough he delivered me from my mother. His hair was salt and pepper looking. He stood with a slight hunch from years of service. The kind hazel eyes he had were slightly faded with age and reflected off his lightly tanned skin. He gave me a small head bow in respect. It wasn't uncommon for an Alpha to not like his Luna speaking to other male wolves no matter their pack position. The gesture showing his age even more.

Four of the females were in sight and we could even see the pups. "Now Alastor is one of the biggest wolfs to be recorded in all of history. On his four paws, he gets up to six feet! As cool as it would be to see him, he never ever comes out. He has his own den there in the ba- well would you look at that! There he is!" She pointed into the pen at the huge beast walking across the dirt. She was right, he was huge. His fur was coal-black but when the light hit it just right, it had bits of red. He was shaggy but definitely not lanky like the rest of them. He looked like a bear more than a wolf. He was sniffing around, covering more ground than I could running. His huge paws came to a stop and

Looking at the wolves gathering around him, Rex had to restrain his wolf's anger and worry. "Excuse me, Rex?" He looked down to see who was talking to him. It was Brita, a young female omega from Tristan’s pack. He had seen her in Tristan’s mansion when he gave the Royal his Offering. "Yes? What can I do for you, little omega?” he said gently, omegas were excitable, jumpy, anxious wolves. If he used his Alpha voice, the little wolf wouldn't trust him.

“We are going to need to go darker if we wish to uncloak his base. It could be a dark event. It's a dark item. Anything evil. So I can draw from it and use it to bring down the cloaking spell on his base.” “What about the massacre of wolves?” “That is also good. But I would need the indies of the wolves present with me as I uncloak the base.” “They need to be alive?” “No? Their spirit is what I meant. But summoning a bunch of dead wolves isn’t easy. So, I would need to attract their spirit to the base location. Draw from their spirit, and uncloak the base.” “How are you going to do that? “Just get me their bodies. And lay them all down at the center of River Dale. And I will handle the rest.