Wolf Wars Novels & Stories

But I didn't let it stop me as I ran as fast as I could towards the sound of the battle. The massive field that led to the pack was covered in blood and bodies and I felt my steps falter at the horrible sight. Even in my wolf form, my stomach churned and I fought not to vomit, peering through the smoke and chaos in search of my mates. I saw Greyson then, standing tall in his massive wolf form along with Jaxon and Kade. The three were standing over a female. I frowned, moving forward, trying to recognize her. I whimpered when I saw the body of Tally strewn over a large bolder, blood pouring from a giant bite wound at her throat. I hated this.

As they enjoyed their food, they discussed the upcoming war. The second werewolves war, between the packs of the north and the south. Eve murmured while Sophie sipped her tea. "When the first treaty reached its end in the Cold War, the pack of the south was perceived to have attacked one of the pack members of the north, such an act breaking the treaty," Eve said with a spoon in her hands oozing with delicious-looking sauce Raymond was stewing in the kitchen.

"All set? No. However, we don't have an option anymore, do we? I didn't respond. It was pointless to use words now. We had outlived diplomacy. previous rationale. Both of us were too heavily involved in this conflict to turn back. --- A natural force slammed at us with the first wave. As they clashed with the adversary, wolves jumped at one another, their claws outstretched and their fangs bared. The air was filled with the sound of fur tearing and bones breaking. The conflict rushed across the camp, leaving the ground beneath us smeared with blood.

She nods, getting to her feet too as father turns and heads for the door. "Before you go," Chilli stops him, "what were they called? These wolves? Did they have a name?" "The red wolves." And with that, he is gone, closing the door behind him. Chilli POV Staring at the door as I try to get my head around all of this. The words 'red wolves' swim amongst my thoughts, tangling and squeezing them until it's my only one, it's making my head hurt. "Chilli?" Elias rests a hand on my shoulder from behind me, "you okay?"

This cowboy wolf was none other than Jeremy Lennon, high commander of the Grey Wolf armies, infamous Grey Wolf warrior, and one of the fiercest wolves ever to live. Anytime one of the Wild Eight had returned to their compound near death’s door and clinging to a thread of life, this man had almost always been the one singularly responsible—and that didn’t begin to cover the damage he’d done to the Wild Eight through the information-gathering and patrolling schedules demanded of his men. If she’d thought his battle scars made him intimidating, the pair of eyes locking onto the bush she hid in, as if he saw straight through the shrubbery, chilled her more than the snow beneath her paws. Irises

the mainlanders called it, not wanting to acknowledge what it really was. Before Vukasin, werewolves ran rampant seven nights each month, through the streets, the countryside, and the forests of every nation on the planet. Eurasia and North America had their grey werewolves—dominant on Vukasin now. Australia had weredingos. The colder climates had Arctic werewolves, rare and beautiful, like my lost Bianca with her snowy fur. Eastern Africa had golden werejackals. the African plains had Serengeti werewolves. The forests of Canada and parts of the northern U.S. were home to timber werewolves, and the southwestern U.S. was, in those days, infested with werecoyotes.

We were a pack of wolves, and we were fighting like one, complete unity. I was waiting on Jake to give the order and not two seconds later he raised his muzzle to the sky and howled with a mighty sound. The call of our Alpha, it went marrow deep with a rich baritone and we all leaped forward to maim and kill. Mayhem erupted around my ears as they lay flat on my head from running towards the wall of shields. One leap over them, trying to not get hurt by a spear while jumping, was enough to land myself in the middle of their formations. I took a soldier down with me, clawing away at his neck while escaping from the swords they swung around, trying to harm the wolves that had sprung at them.

WOLF HUNTING GONE WRONG Darby Miller and his team of skilled animal trackers were on the hunt for one of the rare mutant wolves. The only one recorded in history is being held in Wisconsin State Zoo. The rare wolf is the size of a horse and its speed and strength are like no other. There had been a call that another one was running lose and they were hired to find it. They had no intention to kill the wolf, only tranquilize and relocate it to the zoo. On the third day of searching, they came across the wolf. "The beast was unlike anything I'd ever seen! I swear, it was as if it had three bears within one body!" One of Darby's team members had stated. The wolf unleashed his anger onto the tea

Only the strongest and the best warrior can work as a Quill warrior. We are in Quilluet Pack, the strongest, biggest, and oldest pack in the world. There are about 12.000 werewolves living in Quilluet's teritory. There are so many strong warriors from this pack, including our Alpha, Alpha Eaton Flynn. He is known as the strongest alpha in the world now. He took over this pack when he was only 16 years old. He is very attractive too......well at least that's what i heard.

she almsot mumbled and Dante banked his foot off the back wall and thrust his body far enough up the book shelf to grab the book and bring it down with him. “Calix has kept a record of the Triad’s attempts to eradicate wolves from Earth for a long time and he passed it down through his bloodline.” Mj began to shake her head no and Dante only nodded in response, “Yes baby...the holocaust was an attempt to wipe wolves from the planet, but since Hitler was only working with the Triad he killed humans and wolves alike.”