Wolf Ranks Novels & Stories

Verina’s wolves fanned out on either side of her, all of them large, dark, with glowing red eyes, crouching down, ready to hurl themselves at my pack. My wolves were equally prepared, stooping low, finding their centers of gravity so they could launch off of the ground and meet any attack midair. Or be the first to strike.

Again, his word, not hers. Wolves do not associate themselves with witches and warlocks for they are known as the creatures of the dark, followers of the dark prince and all that is evil so for him to go to that extent is a slap on everyone’s face. Even talking with them was taboo so to create a deal with them was taking it a bit too far.

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

Drake looked up and looked at her and saw the questions across our face. "So I have a theory. I believe that we can tell which wolf belongs to which alpha by their eye color when they are in wolf form. The Red Wood pack I think has red eyes while they are in wolf form. The Red Wood pack is one of the larger ones that takes up the most of this territory here and the other larger one I believe is called the Cross River pack and their eyes are blue. There's another pack called The Moonlight pack and I believe their eye color is yellow and lastly The Black Sand pack their eyes are green. "

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

"What's that?" "What's what? Oh, the wolf?"

"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.