Wolf Rage Novels & Stories

"Do you know what a Rage Wolf is?" Tavish blinked. "What?" "A Rage Wolf." I didn't move. Didn't raise my voice. "What is it? Tell me." Tavish straightened his shoulders. "It's the most powerful wolf alive. The strongest. The fastest. The one that the old texts say could tear through a dozen wolves without breaking stride. The one that—" "The most powerful wolf alive," I repeated. "Yes. Go on." Tavish looked at Roric. Roric shrugged, "It comes from overpowering anger. The name rage comes fr there. It's fueled by emotion. By fury. By—"

He was here. Ragnar saw him too, and his expression twisted into something ugly and unhinged. “Brother,” he called mockingly. “You came just in time to watch her burn.” Wulfrick didn’t answer. He didn’t need to. The growl that tore from his chest was pure fury, vibrating through the clearing and sending a wave of terror through everything that heard it. Before Ragnar could react, Wulfrick lunged. They collided with brutal force, rolling across the ground, snapping and striking in a violent blur. Firelight flashed across claws and teeth as the other wolves closed in, cutting off Ragnar’s escape.

He knew what she was doing and he wouldn’t fall for it. As he continued fighting seeing he was winning, Veyra injured sent another signal. A massive rogue wolf approached not long after with blood drooling all over his fur, The Rocue was as Big as an Alpha wolf but hoi sfur was black with spots of rot but strangely it looked health.

My wolf won’t have this! ^~^

I muttered to no one as my grip on his blanket tightened. It had only been two weeks since my mate, Ryker Cromwell — the Alpha of one of the strongest packs, The Ethereal, had rejected me as his mate and left his pack to his Beta, Dmitry Vashkov. I’d later found out that during the last battle with neighboring pack, The Night Walkers, he’d been wounded by an ancient sword which caused him to be infected by ‘Mad Wolf’. A rare, mythical disease that would drive wolves mad to the point where they would drink their mate’s blood dry and eat their heart and die upon the realization of what they’d done.

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.

And what a thrill it was to feel freedom to the fullest. But this stupid creature was not going to turn off when he saw me on his way. I won't turn back either! My beast was driven by adrenaline from the anticipation of the hunt, and my heart beat wildly against the ribs. Jumping on the creature, I dug my claws into it, tearing its flesh. The wildling howled heart-rendingly, trying to throw me off. Will not work! Just because you're bigger doesn't mean you're stronger! I bit into his neck, trying to reach his throat. And all this time my fire did not go out! As a result, the victory was for me, and not even ashes remained from the enemy. My she-wolf was satisfied with the fight and was eager

The muzzle of the wolf, grinning and splashing with saliva, clicked in the face of the man, while Ar chuckled contentedly, throwing off his turn. - Well, shall we dance? - mocking, repeated the words of Mark. “Let’s dance,” Mark repeated, stretching his lips into a bloody smile. Arnar sensed the approaching danger from behind and heard Vitali's cry: - Behind! — Violating the order to stay in the territory, he rushed to the rescue. The werewolf flew off, slamming like a stone wall into the body of the High Vampire that appeared out of nowhere. A sweetish aroma enveloped Arnar and forced him to exhale convulsively from the pain spreading in his back.

Just get rid of everything that was so pressing and getting on your nerves. Which is what I did. White Porsche Cayenne Vadim again flaunted his greatness, and beckoning to a further plan of action. The only thing I did not take into account was two hefty mules who stepped out of the darkness and blocked my path. With a height of at least two meters, and in the shoulders no worse than Rinat, the werewolves demonstrated by their very appearance that it was better not to mess with them. The familiar cut of black formal suits over white shirts, as well as the fact that I saw them for the first time, made it clear that they were Yang's people. Both are black-eyed and dark-haired. Black wolves.

Another guy stood up, "I'm Ralph Bensen, a member of the beta hounds pack too. I like trekking. If you like to go trekking sometime, I'm pleased to help you." Lucian hit on Ralph's shoulder and made him sit in his place. "I'm Jacob Elrod, member of stealth Mane pack." "I'm Teo, a human." looked at the guys beside him and made a smile at me. "I'm Rudina Hart, alpha female of a howling jaws pack. Nice to meet you, Ms Hopper." Why are there so many werewolves in this class than humans? I saw the guy who helped me from the bus terminal to the school. The talkative guy? He's in this class too?