Wolf Pack Rankings Novels & Stories

Maya threw her golden badge back into the box, "So that you can mark those who you know you can't affort to mess with?" "I'm the Olivia Barby, daughter of Alpha Julio from the pack Black Gold!" The pretty girl shot Maya a glare, "You--" A girl beside Olivia tugged her shirt before a whisper: "The Blue Mountain ranks 10th of the first tier packs..." The Black Gold was only 15th on the Wolf 30 Packs lists, which was the most authentic rank of the over a hundred packs in the country based on wealth, power and man other features. Of course, The Millennial was No.1, and had been for the past three years.

"That's the short version." Margaret nodded slowly, and I thought she was going to leave it there. I hoped she was going to leave it there. "And the pack dynamics," she continued, leaning forward just a little more. "How does that work in your world? The hierarchy, the structure, the leadership. Is it true that there are different ranks among werewolves?" I blinked. "Yes. There are alphas, betas, different ranks depending on the pack." "Fascinating." Richard swirled his wine. "And strength varies between wolves? Some are naturally more powerful than others?"

I saw before that it entailed to transform from wolf into man and vice versa. Just like normal wolves travel and hunt in packs, these people, werewolves, lived together in this little town. They call themselves the Grey Moon pack, and Alpha Jake, who’s sitting before me in his chair, is undoubtedly the leader. It’s like an invisible aura of power that emanates from him, you can sense that he holds a high rank in this pack. There were humans in this world, Alpha Jake mentioning that I didn’t smell like one. What an odd thing to say. I suppose being a wolf their sense of smell must be enhanced, like with elves and our sense of hearing.

Andrew says. I nod my head. I have not even had time to put together my pack. My father’s wolves will still be loyal, but my hierarchy is unselected as far as the wolves I select for jobs and positions. We are blind in all of this right now. It will be hard for us to defend ourselves against a vampire attack.

Leaving a lifetime of psychological destruction for Zalim and his Sand Alliance in the Middle East, Chloe's commando plane slices through the clouds back to Metropolis. That same night, news of the diplomatic invasion spread throughout the supernatural spirit brokers like a viral epidemic. Vanguard's success in quietly leveling her enemies one by one with mass weapons and unlimited money undoubtedly established Queen Chloe as a ruler that no other type of wolf could resist. The western clan that used to reject, the northern clan of witches that used to ridicule, as well as the eastern clan that was arrogant; all had their poison fangs removed.

He gets all pissy and speeds away kicking up all kinds of dirt and dust as he leaves. As soon as he’s gone I hear my warriors coming from the direction of the pack house. The first one to show up is my Beta, Zander Jackson, and then my lead warrior, Kade Porter. Not only are they two of my best warriors, they’re also my best friends. Zander and I are both 20 but Kade is only 18, and still taller than both of us in human form. Zander is 6’1”, I’m 6’2” and Kade is 6’3” and still seems to be growing. Kade is an old soul though and usually acts as the more mature one in non-pack related situations. My wolf is the biggest though as I will soon be the next Alpha. Since we’re all in wolf form I sti

But if you look closely, you will see the difference between the two. "I'm going to distract the gray wolf." The Wolf with red fur commands the black Wolf next to him. The Black Wolf received the order and left in Windy's direction. The Red Wolf is alert when sensitively detecting someone approaching. When it turned around, it saw a Wolf with black fur and sharp eyes. The Red Wolf was no longer conservative but somewhat reverent towards the Black Wolf. I thought the Red Wolf was the leader of the assassin group, but it wasn't. Their leader is a black wolf with blue eyes, and he wants to stand on the high cliff and declare war on his opponent.

"Oh my god... It's huge!" "I know right?! Look at its fangs!" I squinted my eyes at the large brown rogue, observing its blood stained fangs. Finally, I caught a glimpse of its dark incisors. Judging by its dark blue fangs, it was at least a B-rank. A wolf's rank can be determined by the color of its incisors. The scale ranges from white–the weakest, to indigo–the strongest. All pups start at white. Omegas like me can only reach pink at best, while betas can get to blue, which is rare. Alphas can achieve the highest indigo fangs. My teeth are still white, the same as the pups.

They only appeared when animals raided and attacked villages for food and fun. The wolves had many packs. Each had their territory that they defended against anyone outside of their pack. Within each pack, there were three different ranks. Typically, there would be two alphas and omegas in each pack. The rest were betas. The female lead is Neoma Harvest, the female Omega of the Harvest pack. Being of the lowest rank, she was not allowed to reproduce. Although she had accepted her role as the pack’s stress ball, ‘fate’ had something else in store for her.

White wolves are omega, omega belongs to the alphas, they are our babies, and it's our job to take good care of them. Back in the old days, the omega used to be killed, they weren't needed since the war between clans was on and the Omegas were too vulnerable to keep. Most of the omegas died, and now after the war ended, the omegas are cherished, they are rare and precious, having an omega is a sign of welfare, a sign of being a very strong pack. A pack that can take care of omega is one that's very wealthy, and powerful, the other five clans that have the omegas, are the most known clans, wolves who want to join other packs try their best to join those big clans.