Wolf Ranks Novels & Stories

He was more than a werewolf his eyes were blazing like fire, the little girl now a dragon, had wing, she must have been a dragon before, and many that went toward the exit were burnt by the fire, the warriors tried all they could, but their strength was not enough, and just one breath, and fire came out of her mouth, and all the perimeter where the soldiers were, was covered in such a great fire that made it impossible for any one to escape, and in a short time, they all died and there was not even a single one that escape to tell the story of what they had seen, to any one, when they all had died, the tree of them were still beasts and they headed towards the settlement, and it was a few st

Alpha asked. “ Well, I came to see if you were having any problems recently.” I said. I explained to Alpha about the wild wolves we have seen in our area. Normally, that isn’t a big deal but these wolves had bright red eyes, were in bad shape and the oddest part was they seemed to be looking for something. They would sniff around then move on. Alpha Riverclaw and his son looked at each other. Luther nodded and Alpha said “ I’m sorry you are having these problems. We hadn’t realized it was affecting other packs. The wolves won’t harm your pack. They have a spell on them and they are looking for something. Since you don’t have it they will move on.” “ So you know what is going on? And you are

His thoughts trailed off for a second," but I'm so glad I don't have to hide an entire pack from a child." I nodded in agreement, taking one of his large hands into mine," it was hard enough accepting that I was lied to for eighteen years... I don't want to have to do the same. Or have to put them through the process of choosing to become a wolf. I've heard... horrible things about how painful it is to be turned." Gerwulf nodded slowly," it is. That's why most people who are successfully turned are by an alpha." He shook his head and took my hand again," let's not think about these things babydoll. Stress isn't good for you and the babies."

"Welcome, students. This is the Luna Sphere, a device that will help us determine your rank and wolf type. It's quite simple, really. All you have to do is place your hand on the sphere, and it will detect your energy." She gestured to the computers. "The sphere will send the input to the computers, which will then display your rank and wolf type. Don't worry, it's completely painless and safe." She smiled reassuringly. "Now, I know some of you may be wondering what the different colors mean when you’d touch the ball. Well, let me tell you. The sphere will glow in different colors depending on your wolf power. A higher glow with bright red is normally indicative of an Alpha wolf. Blue is typ

"Fifty-eight wolves to go," Fenrik growled, his voice rough and raw, nearly lost beneath the snarling chaos around him. He stood in the heart of the battlefield, a hulking, blood-soaked beast with crimson eyes, fur bristling and teeth dripping with the blood of the Golden Eye wolves. His claws were stained and torn, but he didn't slow—not even for breath.

My wolf turned around so fast I almost got whiplash. After a brief moment of rustling clothes and then cracking bones, I turned to see a black wolf with fiery red eyes. When he said he was a warrior wolf, I did not understand that he meant just that. As I stared at the wolf with pitch-black fur and not a drop of colour mixed in, I knew he had not exaggerated. Wolves of this coloring were well known for their strength, just as wolves like Ana were known for carrying generational wisdom.

She never really understood what he meant but anytime he gave her that reply, Alora would obediently nod her head and go back into her room to play on her own. Today the truth about her father's words finally came to light. Alora's father was born different. His wolf was very much different. They were only two kinds of wolf, the black wolves and the white wolves. The black wolves signified evil, while the good wolves signified purity. The black wolves were the wolves involved with the killing of innocent human beings, where as the white wolves only ate from the animal skin. When Dragon, Alora's dad was born, his wolf was of a totally different color. He was born as a gold wolf, this was very

“That’s part of it. But there’s more to it than that. Let’s just say we have a history. I am sorry they spoiled your mood. I really had no idea they were invited by my father.” I nodded, deciding not to push further. He changed the subject, his tone lighter. “So, what do you know about wolf types?” “Not much,” I admitted. “Just the basics.” “Did you know there are rare types of wolves?” he asked, his eyes glinting with interest. “Rare?” “Yeah. Like white wolves,” he said. “They’re called vortex wolves. They’re incredibly powerful and said to be reincarnations of the moon goddess herself.”

Warriors of all ranks and backgrounds assembled, their eyes filled with determination and unwavering loyalty to their pack. Alpha Raven's voice boomed through the air, cutting through the tension like a clarion call. Her words echoed with conviction, rallying the wolves, reminding them of their purpose and the necessity of their fight. Lana's heart swelled with pride as she stood among them, feeling the unity and strength that bound them together.

She began to fade with the darkness until no trace of her was seen. Lucia jerked away to earth, panting heavily like she had just run a marathon. Strange, she could remember everything she discussed with her mother. In almost all cases, she barely remembered what took place in the dream. That was a sign... The Witch-Wolf is about to be born... "And where are you headed, Jackson?" A voice trailed him as he sauntered through the thick forest after the meeting of his pack in the forest. He felt heavy because like all other times, he had been frustrated, insulted, and used.