Wolf Rage Novels & Stories

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.

the Alpha groaned, then asked me why I was drinking cow's blood. Swallowing uncomfortably, I answered honestly, “I was hungry.” “Turn your head to the side,” he demanded. His thick fingers spread my mouth apart as he searched my mouth. Seeing my permanent fangs, he hissed. “You're a fucking Vaewolf, and you will be branded as such. You will be punished and then banned from this pack. DO YOU UNDERSTAND!?” Lowering my head, I told him that I did as my eyes met Devan's.

BLAKE Alpha Antoine’s and my troops appeared, sprinting to congregate. Suddenly darts began raining on us. They were fighting dirty. It was also completely reckless. Part of the reason werewolves didn’t use weapons was the risk for friendly fire was too high. Unless you were close enough to someone to smell the pack they were from, it was close to impossible to differentiate between friend and enemy, with the coloring of a wolf’s fur almost never being indicative of the pack they were from. Before I could fully process the situation, sharp flashes of pain pulsed through my body, one after another. My pack members were falling. Fucking cowards couldn’t even fight us the right way. I took the

I replied to him but as soon as I spelled the name ‘Paul’, I gasped. “What happened? What is it?” Karien inquired as he saw me gasped all of sudden. I looked at him and asked, “Do you remember what was the shade of the wolf fur, and how big was he?” “He had slightly golden brown, white-colored mix fur and not so big as I saw a werewolf in movies. I don’t think he was a strong wolf but he was there attacking those two guys before I got there and he ran off as soon as he saw me” He said recollecting the memories of last night.

"It's the grimoire of my people." He narrowed his ice-blue eyes. "so, you're an Arctic Wolf." It was more of a statement than a question. "Yes," I replied, folding my arms across my chest. "Who are you?" "I'm Rolf, Alpha of The Winterborn Pack." His lips curled into a smile as he liftedhis eyebrows. "May I come in?" "Yes, of course." But I didn't budge from behind the counter. "Do Elias and Xander know you're here?"

Rage and loss filled my body, transferring more energy into my storm. Ghost whimpered behind me. My emotions had disrupted his fight, and the large gray wolf took advantage, getting on top of him and snapping his back leg with its powerful jaws. Before I could move, an impressive salt and pepper-colored wolf sealed its jaws on the great grey wolf’s neck. Ghost disappeared while an aggressive fight continued. The two wolves were evenly matched, showing their lethal moves quickly.

Its yellow eyes widened to the point that only the white was showing. The filthy animal started to circle Nueva snapping its jaws. Clearly, after a kill, it had its crazed eyes set on Perla. Nueva growled and stepped towards the Rouge, trying to move it away, but instead, the animal sank its large fangs into Nueva's hind leg. Nueva whimpered and used her claws to scratch the Rouge across its muzzle until it let go. The pain in her leg pulsated in waves, and she could feel the warm sensation she had grown accustomed to starting to spread out in her wolf form. But this time, instead of raw fury taking over, her body grew from a massive wolf into an enormous beast making the Rouge look like a

----- Core group: Canis-Proles Subspecies: Wrath Lineage: dog Size: head-torso length from 120 to 140 centimeters (with tail 153 to 170 centimeters), withers from 70 to 90 centimeters. Weight: 60 to 72 kilograms Color and Appearance: The physique is very similar to that of a Timber Wolf. The basic color is mostly a dark cobalt blue that turns black on the paws and tail; just like on the ears. The eyes are rimmed with white fur. Character: Highly social in the pack, and probably the only known prole that rears in the pack. The Wrath is highly aggressive when it comes to defending his territory.

No wolf! The tension between both wolves are discernible, palpable, an electric charge in the air that hints at the looming clash. Dwight emits a low, guttural growl, a challenge to the beast before it. Alpha Ryder responds with a guttural snarl, its lips curling back to expose its lethal fangs. Their territorial dispute reaches its boiling point, an explosion of raw dominance and untamed ferocity about to be unleashed.