Wolf Wars Novels & Stories

alpha Rowan says, he looked ruffed up, he had a big bite over his neck, and my eyes kept going back to that point on his neck. The two alphas sat next to each other on one side and I sat on the opposite one, I kept avoiding their eyes, worried that I won't be in trouble now. "Have you ever heard about white wolves?" alpha Aiden asks me and I shake my head no. "Verbal answers please," alpha Rowan order me. "Okay, haven't heard," I say in a mumbling voice. "White wolves are the rarest wolves out there, some people don't believe they exist, do you know how many there are out in the world?" alpha Aiden asks me and I shake my head no.

"Raven is an extraordinary witch. If she says you have a wolf that's dormant, then you can take it to the bank." "Xander, we have to go," Elias said, his voice low. I shrugged. "And why are you taking orders from a vampire?" Xander and Elias's smiles faded. "For one thig, we do not take orders from him," Elias said, his voice suddenly angry. "We have interspecies cooperation. In fact, a year ago, there was a Vampire Werewolf War... and that was during a time of peace! Tempers can be volatile. When you're a supernatural being, all the senses are heightened. Which means that if we are going to stay hidden from the humans, it's imperative that we put a stop to this. I know firsthand what can ha

Travis took out his radio, but before he could press the button, the door opened and an alarmed Dirk appeared on the threshold. — A wolf was seen on the territory of the resort. They want to get a hunting permit. Laughter and jokes ceased. There was silence in Reid's office. It seemed to me that instead of Dirk's words, I heard the first shot. “It could have been an ordinary wolf, a bear…” Derek mused. - Yeah, or just imagined. You know perfectly well that a pack of wolves has now gone beyond our border. Maybe return, but not before autumn, after the cubs grow up. We are not trusted during this period,” Travis objected.

He said, "I thought you were on her side all this while. But please, you are not doing us any kindness here. Do you think you are doing the right thing? I can tell you are doing the wrong thing. Let's beg her and see what she does." "Beg my ass" he scoffed out a mirthless chuckle and pointed the gun towards Andre "You will not tell me what to do with her. Do you understand me!" Andre said, "Calm down. That will do, Norris. There is no need for that." My lips trembled at the drama. They wouldn't dare to fight me or my wolf, because we both were just deadly. I could single-handedly take on a whole Pack and beat them to a pulp.

Oscar vigorously shook his head. “It was more than just being in pain,” he said. “Most of the time, wolves bond with us. It’s on rare occasions that we meet what we’d call a rebel. You have before you, one of the rebels. We don’t meet wolves of his nature often, thank goodness.” I slid my fingers through the wired opening so that the wolf could lick them. “That’s so difficult to believe,” I mused. “Lisa,” Kenzie warned, “don’t press your luck.”

"We were still getting to know each other. Emilia asked me not to declare we were mates yet. I wanted to make her happy, so I didn't claim her. I traveled out to see her every couple of days. I helped on the farm. We let our wolves run together." "At that time, there were border squirmishes with rogues pretty regularly. There had been a war, a couple of packs had been decimated, with no leadership they became rogues. Some begged to join neighboring packs, but some were turned away. Those rogues became vicious and resentful. It was a difficult time." "My Emilia's family had farmed along the border for generations. Homer, her father and her brothers, Mick and Ivar were well trained. The family

My off-road vehicle tore across the border line, but I didn't head toward the bustling human cities. Instead, I turned the wheel toward the one place every werewolf feared to tread: Death Valley. There, I found them. A pack of Rogues, cast out and exiled by their former tribes. They were a sorry sight—missing legs, blinded eyes, dressed in rags that barely clung to their emaciated frames. Their eyes held nothing but hollow despair. In my last life, I wasted my White Wolf gifts playing the dutiful housewife, cooking soup for two ungrateful Alphas.

Its powerful muscles flexed beneath the sleek coat as it lunged forward, meeting Ava's wolf head-on. The echoes of snarls and growls filled the air, creating an intense atmosphere in the battleground. The two wolves circled each other, their movements fluid and precise, as they engaged in a deadly dance of tooth and claw. Ava's wolf fought with a wild and untamed ferocity, driven by primal instincts. In contrast, Luciana's wolf displayed a disciplined and strategic approach, employing its skills with precision and calculation. It was a sight that Alister had never witnessed before, seeing his mate unleash such strength and determination.

The wolf warriors were soldiers who protected their respective packs and colonies. "They've been creating havoc for a while in the south of here. Reports have come in from other packs requesting help as their packs are being attacked," The head of the warriors, Sid said. "But the ferals are said to be very powerful and in large numbers so it's difficult to contain them." There were murmurs. "I also heard that's why the Mavericks came back here after two years," Sid added. "Who are the Mavericks?" Alpha Larry Crosswell of the Ember Twilight pack asked.

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