Wolf Rage Novels & Stories

There was a tale passed through generations, reaching the 21st Century, about a group of werewolves’ special mutation that brings out dormant abilities from a family’s genetic line. They were said to be marked and blessed by the moon goddess for they were the first of her followers. They were given the title of Legacy Wolves, keeping up their tradition and passing on their special traits through their children.

***** WARG from KEZTOR clan power magma" A surge of rage consumed me as I listened to Irya recount the stories of how and by whom Olivia was killed. Olivia, my childhood friend, had her moments of meanness, but she held a special place in my heart. Seeking revenge became my sole purpose. It didn't matter to me that the culprit was a girl—I was determined to end her life as well. However, there was something in her eyes that I couldn't quite comprehend. I felt a strange sensation, a nagging doubt that perhaps getting angry at her wasn't justified. She seemed too innocent, too gentle, too fragile. Damn it all! ***** WULFSIGE from THABHEX clan, power fire” Finally, after all this time of search

His wolf was right, here he was mentally arguing with his wolf, meanwhile the whole pack fought the pack of rogues. Adryan immediately shifts, and joins the fight. Vince immediately spots a small grey wolf trying to creep on a warrior who was already fighting another rogue, Vince immediately releases a warning growl, catching the rogues' attention. The rogues eyes widen when he spots Vince's huge form, but that doesn't stop him from fighting because the very next second, it tries to snap at Vince's face which angers him, lifting his paw immediately and swiping his long and sharp talons across the rogues eyes, causing the rogue to move back and whimper loudly, blood immediately oozing out of

He was with Dad, protecting the pack just as fiercely. I wasted no time. My wolf surged forward, taking on the Rogue fighting with Derick. Rage’s claws dug into its flesh, tearing into its neck with brutal precision. The sound of flesh tearing, bone snapping, was a melody of violence. I could feel Rage’s satisfaction, but there was no room for enjoyment. We had work to do.

The hatch of the boarding spike exploded inward. The wolves that poured out were nightmares made flesh. They were larger than any Alpha Killian had ever seen, their fur matted with dried blood and chemical stimulants, their eyes glowing with a mindless, drug-induced red haze. They didn't shift; they stayed in a grotesque, semi-feral mid-form, their claws elongated into serrated blades. "For the Rift!" Jada screamed, unleashing a slug from the railgun that turned the first Fenris wolf into a cloud of red mist.

What color would her fur be? Lia positioned herself on the carpet about six feet from him, arms at her sides, a naked goddess with her lustrous mane of hair and her hazel eyes flecked with gold. She looked at him for a long moment then closed her eyes, let out her breath, and began to turn in a circle. Yes, it was exactly as it had been with Mike, the air around spinning. As she moved faster, the air became a blur, a thick cloud surrounding her until suddenly it stopped, fell away, and Riley gasped. A gorgeous white wolf stood in her place, with a sculptured head and a majestic body.

He assured me. “Get as many wounded out as you can.” I say as I run past the site of wreckage and continue towards the border. As I get closer, I can hear the sound of growls and fighting. I can smell the stink of rogues mixed with the smell of warm iron. Diving through the tree line I launched at the first rogue that same into view, snapping his neck. I let out a howl that sounded like thunder, causing everyone to stop in their tracks. Moments later, another set of howls followed as I looked to see the wolves of my two brothers standing by my side.

She surged forward, a wild, unstoppable force, pulling me toward the fight. The first rogue lunged. My wolf reacted instinctively, fangs sinking, claws raking. I could feel the surge of power, the pure primal strength coursing through my veins, merging human and wolf into a single, lethal entity. The battle erupted, chaotic, violent, and unrelenting. Every strike, every growl, every movement was a test of skill, power, and control. Dresden fought with precision, every motion a masterstroke, his bond with me fueling his strength. My wolf roared, a sound that cut through the night, scattering rogues and striking fear into their hearts.

Their eyes burned with determination as they fought to protect the one thing they had sworn to—Ella. The black wolf, clearly the rogue leader, locked eyes with Derek’s strongest warrior, a massive gray wolf named Haden. The two circled each other, growling low in their throats. Then, without warning, they lunged at each other with terrifying speed. The clash was brutal—teeth snapped, and claws tore into flesh as they fought for dominance. The rogue leader managed to bite into Haden’s shoulder, shaking him violently, but Haden didn’t relent. He pushed through the pain, slashing at the rogue’s throat, drawing blood.

We forge documents, I grow my hair like hippies, and you, on the contrary, shave it off. - What-o-o? - I already choked on the air, coughed, - Damn you, Lyoshka! - No, - he jumped up and dodged my hand, but it's a pity that his bad head just wanted to crack, - Damn it with people, werewolves have naraki. - What's the difference! - she jumped up, opened and immediately closed her mouth, realizing that he was taking the conversation in the other direction. - Maximum until mid-spring.