Wolf Rage Novels & Stories

Only one wolf had fur as black as the night itself and orbs red as burning coal, Vulcan, Azriel's wolf. What was he doing here? How did he.... Her thoughts were interrupted when another vicious growl echoed in the air followed by the rogue's attack on Vulcan. Vulcan snarled in response and dodged the rogue by jumping to the side. The rogue let out another dark growl but before he could turn around, Vulcan tackled him to the ground. He gave him no time to recover and aimed at his neck. His sharp canine pierced into his throat and tore it off in the twinkling of an eye. Blood flew out like rain.

“Xander, who were the wolves yesterday? They looked... um... crazed, like they wanted to kill us.” "Rogues are werewolves expelled from their pack or who have chosen to leave. Their disheveled fur and foul scent, reminiscent of rotten eggs, signal their feral nature, marked by red eyes. They often behave more like animals than humans, driven by primal instincts, and typically do not work well together. Rogues can be good or evil; some kill out of revenge, while others act on wild urges. Good rogues seek independence and do not wish to harm others, mainly known as lone wolves. They do not want trouble with anyone."

Memories of her past pain resurfaced, fueling her determination to protect her newfound pack at all costs. Suddenly, the trees rustled, and the figure of a massive wolf emerged from the shadows. Its fur was matted, and scars marred its snarling face, testaments to its ruthless existence. The rogue's eyes blazed with a feral intensity as it locked its gaze onto Rey. With a guttural roar, the rogue lunged forward, charging straight at Rey. The members of the Crimson Pack sprang into action, surrounding the rogue and engaging in a fierce battle. Claws clashed, teeth gnashed, and primal growls filled the night as the pack fought to defend their newest member.

RALPH My grip on the man tightened as I felt the primal surge within me, propelled by the relentless force of my wolf. He refused me to relinquish my hold until he assured the guy no longer drew breath. The torment inflicted upon his mate had stoked an inferno of fury within my wolf, and this man had callously reopened the wounds. He's the one to suffer the consequences.

A massive, snarling wolf with dark, matted fur and eyes burning with an unnatural red glow. Rogues. It bypassed the warriors and launched itself directly at the small gathering around the grave. A desperate cry tore from my throat as I saw its path. It came straight for me.

Blaze wrinkled his nose and grumbled, "I’ll kill them all." He carefully placed Ryan on the ground and got to his feet. "The Blood Pack’s glory shall prevail." Before he could say the last word, he transformed into a wolf, a bone-chilling roar escaping from his throat. His hazel eyes shone brightly as he looked for Falcon. He appeared even more dangerous than before. He snapped and ripped the throats of all the rogues who came in front of him. The more he killed, the angrier he became. "Oowoo…" he howled, freezing the blood of all the fighters, regardless of which side they were on.

This is mainly done during the Moon Festival, when packs all over the world meet for the Moon Annual Ball. Rogue wolves are wolves that have given up their humanity. They decide to live more like beasts than humans, meaning they have no sense of right or wrong. These kinds of wolves are usually killed on the spot by packs. They cause nothing but chaos and mayhem. They are recognized by a rotting smell that clings to them.

Rhys Rage was building inside me like a storm threatening to break. The attack outside had stirred something primal within me, and I could barely keep it contained. My wolf was pacing restlessly, its fury a mirror of my own. I’d never fought before, but the intense urge for action surged through me. It was as if my wolf knew what it wanted and was desperate to act.

I heard Bazaar. I then know what the dark smoke was. It was wolfbane the substance they discovered to kill and weaken a wolf. The wolfsbane was now causing me difficulty breathing. My eyes run water and my vision became blurry still I didn't close my eyes. My eyes remained half-opened until I saw the dark dust that surrounded us slowly disappeared. When it did everyone within the wall was lying on the floor still and scared. It was not easy seeing them since my vision was still a bit blurry, but there was one image I could see clearly, and that was a white large werewolf that appears to be a she-wolf lying on the ground with a knife in its heart, covered in bright red blood. Bazaar walked ov

I would be presenting my throat to them like a hog on a spit. The rock beneath my hind legs crumbled as they closed in further, leaving me no room to move to either side. My eyes flickered around the rogues as I continues to snarl with anger, foam, and spit dripping from my muzzle. "A shame to have such powerful blood wasted in your pathetic veins." The human pressed forward, closing in on me and moving to the side just enough to give me an opening. I launched forward, pushing between the human and the center wolf, feeling the claws and teeth of the three shifted rogues slicing into my flesh.