Wolf Rangers Novels & Stories

Unfortunately for this wolf, tree roots have grown into the pit and he has the shitty luck into being stab right through the leg with one. Two of the three remaining Ragers split off from the group, their bodies disappearing into the dense forest. Panic settles in and I wonder if they are running to gather more support. Grace and I need to finish this lone wolf off now and rush back to Amelia before the other two can bring more Ragers and make our way to safety fast. Grace continues to run, weaving through the trees, pushes and rocks without missing a step, her eyes searching the forest as I try to keep up with her and the Rager. Suddenly, the two wolves that separated from the pursuit appea

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.

"That makes it somewhat private, which, up until now, has been a good thing." "Nature area," she mused. "Are there wild animals, too?" He shook his head. "Not so much. We've never had a problem, although there are a lot of deer. We don't bother them, and they don't bother us. "Where exactly is the place where the attacks have been occurring?" She wanted to check it out herself. If she got a chance to run at night, maybe when Riley was working, she could keep an eye on it. She wondered how the rapist would react to a white wolf tearing his throat out.

I move to catch up with him but he disappears into Ryker’s office before I can catch up. Ryker looks up from his computer. “Perfect. Rory just contacted me and there is a group of wolves that has been causing problems in his pack. They have been coming in renegade style, destroying things and then leaving. Yesterday, though some pups and caretakers were caught in the crossfire. His warriors aren’t sure if they are pack or rogues, no one has been caught to question yet. They don’t smell like rogues, but don’t smell like any pack in the vicinity either.”

RONN The raveners have little in the way of kit. Nothing much to see; bags of clothes, fresh kill of deer and (surprisingly) a gazen, maps and the likes of traveling folk. It puzzles me still: how winter wolves would be this coordinated and organized. Striking without taking captives or loot. I’m not one for riddles, though. Besides, I’m grateful to them, though. The necessary distraction.

I slipped on my shirt, clipped the pendant to my inner pocket, and stared at my reflection in the polished metal piece hung beside the door. Eyes tired, jaw tight. My wolf hovered just beneath the surface, his gaze overlaid with mine. “We finish this.” I told him silently. He growled in agreement. By the time I returned to the courtyard, the strike team was assembled. Six wolves total. Rachel stood at the front, flanked by two lean scouts I recognized from border patrol – Lyle and Mira. Both efficient, both deadly when it came down to it. The other three were handpicked from my elite – Ronan, with the scar across his collarbone, Selene, who once tracked an enemy for five days through the s

It took two years for both of them to make it. My wolf Conan and I had been on edge for the last two years. At first, it didn’t feel as if Coral was in danger. However, those two years that Coral was not at the compound were rough. The feeling that I had as her guardian wolf changed, and I became much more concerned about her well being. Anders, my cousin and now Alpha of the Red Moon Pack, had felt the same way. Each red wolf has 10 guardian wolves, and since my father and Anders’ father, Callan, were both guardian wolves for Raina, we both believed that what we were feeling was due to being a guardian wolf for the last red wolf.

Damian's wolf was a massive, iron-gray beast with a thick, imposing build that could crush opponents with brute force. Rowan Seres Velden of the Stormrider Pack had a striking presence, with stormy blue eyes that seemed to constantly crackle with energy. His windswept blonde hair, slightly unkempt, gave him a wild appearance, while his calm demeanor contrasted the turbulent forces he commanded. The Stormrider Pack was known for their command over weather and storm elements, and Rowan's wolf, a silver-coated beast with glowing blue eyes, reflected the power of the skies-swift and unpredictable as lightning.

Saliva dripped from his snarling jaws as he crouched, preparing to attack. The two wolves collided with a thunderous crash, their snarls and growls echoing through the bakery. Claws raked fur and flesh, teeth snapped with lethal intent. Ryker’s agility countered Bruce’s brute strength as they moved in a flurry of strikes and evasions. Despite the chaos, Ryker’s every move was calculated, his wolf form exhibiting both power and precision.

Suddenly an army of werewolves and Wildings burst through the forest into the pack, snarling and growling loudly. From the midst of the intruders, Ragnar stepped forward. He had a menacing grin on his face, and the scar slashed across his eye made him more terrifying. Kieran glared at him as he walked forward. It was a good thing Ryder had taken the pack members to safety, because he knew a fierce battle was about to break out. "Whatever it is you're doing, Ragnar, stop it before it's too late." He growled. "I won't hold back, and neither will my pack."