Wolf Wars Novels & Stories

Eli says, I agree, I do agree with him. "Agreed," I say. "So I know about the wolf fights, what's about mafia war?" Micah asks, he's right, what about those, how did those happen? "It's just a war, we hit them and they hit us back, but them putting wolves in the middle it's bad, we might have to end it wolf style, although, from Liam crash's course, I say it's the better way," Eli says, I agree with him, wolf way means it's fast and quick, we'll end it right away.

This time I flew to Russia to check on how the clan of gray and white wolves is doing. Once upon a time, the latter were quite numerous and more developed than the former, but during a fire twenty years ago, almost half of the population died in a flock of whites, including the alpha and his family. It came as a big shock to everyone. No one really could tell anything about what happened, and how it happened. The official version spoke of an accident with fireworks during the holiday, which caused several houses to catch fire at once. The fire was not extinguished in time. The panic began.

I couldn’t undermine what it was; I never found out no matter how many times she did it. … The sound of horses rolling in from several areas of the pack made me jump in excitement. The classical male wolves from noble families in their rich tuxedos, the 1960s musicians who were always there to entertain, and the elders in their roped-up attire—all here for the celebration.

“What if they don’t?” Ethan didn’t answer. His silence said enough. By midday, the tension snapped. A commotion broke near the outer perimeter a heated argument, voices raised, then the unmistakable sound of fists connecting. Warriors rushed toward it, their growls filling the air. Killian’s aura spiked, violent and golden, and he shoved through the crowd with Lola close behind. Two wolves clashed in the dirt, one snarling accusations, the other defending furiously. “She’s cursed!” the first roared, pointing a clawed finger straight at Lola. “The fire doesn’t belong to us it’s a witch’s power, a mark of ruin!”

Wolf Nation Times pops up first on my screen of news outlets. ’MURDER AT THE CLAIMING DISRUPTS CELEBRATIONS’ ’ARIANA ERICKSON MATED TO ALPHA ARES MARTIN OF FREEDOM RIDGE PACK, DOES THIS MEAN WAR IN WOLF NATION?’ ’FORMER ALPHA LUCIAN CHEATS LOOPHOLE WITH SUICIDE’

she put two fingers up. The Ashening was their war against the vampires. A war that forever changed the climate of most of the wolf realms. The wolves were settled in then, and they had three main kingdoms. This war involved the use of so many weapons that three years after the war, its ashes still fell from the sky. "The third was during the Dispute," she raised a third finger and a little murmur arose from the room. "Yes, your great grandfather," she pointed to Melissa.

Their leader is a black wolf with blue eyes, and he wants to stand on the high cliff and declare war on his opponent. The Red Wolve did not dare to stop but only dared to lean to the side. Wolves usually have gray and yellow fur, but with wolves having white, black, and red fur is very special. The black wolf that received the order to distract Windy was just a wolf with yellow fur because to distract the opponent, he disguised himself to look like Ezra.

I had then realized that Benson had already fought many wolves since the Alpha was always last to attack in these barbaric events. There was only one rule; you either submit or one of you die. Wolf packs were forced to abandon these fights years ago since they were known for their cruel and barbaric entertainment. Clearly, Bryan didn't get the message. I approached coming closer, wanting to be able to see more. I noticed a large amount of blood and other horrific images of dismembered body parts lying on the floor, unmoved from each fight. I wanted to throw up, the amount of bloodshed showed me how truly cold-hearted and merciless Bryan was.

She gave him a look and he shrugged. "No pack may have more than one hundred members, alpha responsibilities, each pack must see every other pack at least one time in ten years, all new packs need council approval, a declaration of war needs council approval, they cover the election of the alpha, the determination of the beta, and then there are some things about human interaction and outcasts. That's about it." "Sounds like a lot to me," Clara said. "It really isn't. Like you said yesterday the council is a bunch of old rich men. They keep to themselves. Every three years there is an Alpha summit where all the leaders attend, but other than that it's rare you see an elder. The average wolf