Wolf Rage Novels & Stories

Wolves, huge wolves with blood red eyes, patched fur and a very disgusting stench coming out of them, the same horrible stench I was perceiving. These were the kind of rogues that had been cast out for long enough that they had lost their sanity and humanity. All they knew was to kill and devour any living thing in their pack wolf otherwise. They were probably the ones that left the dead trail of animals and now as I looked around surrounded by three monstrous looking rogues, it was quite obvious that was the next kill. “Give me control” Valkyrie said and I dissolved into the back of my consciousness letting her take the lead.

It had been way too long since I shifted and just ran. Axel was whipping his clothes off so fast you would think he was getting lucky; he was so keen. After putting his clothes in a backpack – we always had one with us for times like this – and handing it to Ayla to wear, he leapt into the air. A black and grey wolf with Sapphire eyes, standing a comfortable eight foot five, was stood before us, shaking his head and stretching his legs. Ace was free, and he couldn’t have been happier. “Okay, well, there is nothing left for it; time for you to meet Blaze!” I declare

She stood still, trying to resist the force but it overwhelmed her and forced her to the ground. "Arrrhh!" She roared as she changed into a Witch-Wolf, as huge as a bear. She jumped around with force, sniffing around her. Some men were sitting at a corner, drinking from some bottles on the floor. They were speaking gibberish as they nodded their head from left to right in rhythm to music playing from a Small stereo. "What is that thing by the corner of the road?" One of them asked with squinting eyes, pointing at a creature by the road.

Just perform perfectly in front of a panel of powerful Lycans, avoid dying, and make the Wolf Slayer look good. Also, I had to remember to keep my wolf a secret. M Easy peasy.

Only the strongest and the best warrior can work as a Quill warrior. We are in Quilluet Pack, the strongest, biggest, and oldest pack in the world. There are about 12.000 werewolves living in Quilluet's teritory. There are so many strong warriors from this pack, including our Alpha, Alpha Eaton Flynn. He is known as the strongest alpha in the world now. He took over this pack when he was only 16 years old. He is very attractive too......well at least that's what i heard.

I nodded stiffly, still buzzing from the feeling of his lips on my skin and wanting more. He sent a cheeky smirk my way before grabbing my hand in his and pulling me in the direction of his territory. We held hands as we walked back to his territory through unclaimed land, where rogues were free to roam. Rogues are wolves that have either left their pack or been kicked out. They were ruthless, soulless werewolves who don't care about rules or authority. When we finally made it to Dark Apollo's territory, Bryan's Beta Andrew met us by the border. He welcomed me back, before telling Bryan about something to do with the pack business.

The man was steaming, his hands curled into a fist. "Make that 16." The wolves were growling so loudly that I wasn't sure if that was what he said. Two wolves came at Alastor from opposite sides. The reddish one was locked on Alastor's throat, the silver one was looking at me. I swallowed the lump in my throat. Alastor lunged for the red one, exposing me. I heard snapping behind me, but all I could see was the silver wolf prowling toward me. But before he could make his move, Alastor wrapped his jaws around his neck and slammed down so hard that his head disconnected from his body. Bile swirled in my stomach and I started to feel nauseated when I watched the head roll away and the body crump

James would rather lock a wolf up than let them choose to become an outcast. "I will do whatever you ask. I have a master's degree in art restoration, I don't know if that's practical for a wolf pack but it counts for something, right? I can also run really, really fast. I'm learning how to fight too, I'm pretty terrible, but I'm trying. Please I promise I will do whatever I can to be the best addition. I can't stay here, it's too dangerous for me. Please." Clara looked at him with pleading eyes. He thought about when he first spotted her this evening. She didn't look like she belonged.

A dense ring of werewolves tightened around the two wolves in the center. Both brown, powerful, they are frozen on opposite sides of the circle. Bending down, ready for the next jump, not taking their eyes off each other, they waited. The fact that there had already been clashes was indicated by the crimson fur on their skin. Each left a mark on his opponent. The snowy glade was covered with dark spots - bloody footprints. The werewolf with the yellow stripe on his skin was alert. His eye contact with the enemy was broken, and his gaze darted among the werewolves in search.

I told Razor as he continued to fight the enemy. He gave me a grunt of acknowledgement & starting fighting his way towards the dorms. We were halfway there when I felt it, the intense fire flowing through our veins. Wolfsbane. But it wasn't our pain I was feeling, if it was, I'd have shifted back. No, this was Maeva's. She had wolfsbane flowing through her system. Shit, we needed to get to her. Two rogues stood infront of us, & without a second thought Razor charged at them, sinking his teeth into one's neck & rolling into the other as blood sprayed all over all of our fur. He released the dead rogue & attacked the other, coating our fur in it's blood too. Razor was a ferocious beast unlike