Wolffe Pack Clones Novels & Stories

Then explained everything to her, told her about her pack and how they were the only ones who could control themselves. Chloe shaked off what she witnessed and her first question was if Jonas was also a werewolf. Sarah replied affirmatively, but she advised Chloe to not let Jonas know that she knew the truth about him. Chloe asked for an explanation, but all that Sarah could tell her was that Jonas was the Alpha of the pack and no one could ever mess with him, as he was no ordinary Alpha, a part of his ancestors had magic powers as well. Chloe was desperately to know more, so she followed Sarah to her grandma's house. She realized that all the stories that she read and all the stories Sarah'

"Rock found out that I couldn't shift because I was half you-know-what and then he rejected me. The thing in the Stone Pack is, that if you're rejected, then you need to be killed." "That sounds a little drastic," I said as we giggled. We were clearly both light weights because we were getting tipsy on our second glass of wine. "I'll say. But two wolves wanted to protect me and then all hell broke loose when your father's pack came to kidnap Rock." I pointed at her, thinking that, of course, this was the part that we should be talking about, not her high school years, but it was so much more interesting and I was done with all the drama.

We head to his home office. He boots up his laptop and pulls me down to sit on his lap, leaning his chin on my shoulder as he pulls up his email. “He did, he went straight to the Wolfen Medical Council, who went in to investigate the Waterson Clan Hospital. They went through all the medical files, both digital and paper. They found ten wolves that are showing clear Rogue illness symptoms that are unregistered with the Medical Council and Dr Gamwell’s research. They were kept hidden in holding pens in the Forrest surrounding the pack.”

Figures stepped out into the concourse. There were at least forty of them. They were entirely naked, their skin a pale, sickly grey. They had Ashren’s towering, heavily muscled build, but their faces were blank, entirely devoid of humanity. Their eyes were solid white, lacking the purple, toxic glow of the Void. They were the empty shells. The unfueled clones of the Midnight Wolf. "Kill them," Kaelen commanded over the speakers. The empty shells lunged. They did not have weapons, but they moved with Ashren’s exact, terrifying speed. A massive bear-kin warrior stepped forward, swinging a jagged obsidian spear at the chest of the closest clone.

He rose with brutal force, clawing across the clone’s chest, each strike heavier, more desperate. The fight dragged on — claws tearing flesh, teeth ripping fur, both staggering, bloodied but unyielding. The cavern echoed with the sound of wolves locked in a duel for dominance. At last, Aeron saw the falter. The clone’s strikes grew sloppy, his stance wavering. Aeron seized the moment — slammed him against the stone, fangs sinking deep into his throat. The clone convulsed, then went limp. Aeron ripped away and let the body fall, panting, his muzzle dripping red. The imposter twitched once, then lay unconscious, defeated.

Vance queried, perusing the file of pictures of our targets and battle plan. “Wade’s team has Venomane, Esme’s team has Forlorn Colac and Chad’s team has Artic Werelocks.” All of this information was engraved in my head. Each of these packs was a menace to the werewolf kingdom by not adhering to our pack laws. “Easy enough,” Duke added, giving the impression that this was a piece of cake to handle.

But soon enough I had all the 11 files we had compiled and filled with invaluable information through a shit ton of hard work. I quickly opened the file at the very top, which belonged to the New Moon pack in South America. They had lost the least amount of wolves out of the total 12 packs attacked. Why? because less than 32 rogues had attacked them and they all seemed like normal werewolves but on a shit ton of weed.

Tehila's POV A Clone? The word bounced around my skull like a stone in an empty room but it would not settle into anything that made sense. Wolves could not be cloned. The genetics were too complex, too unstable I will say. Every scientist who had tried ended up with nothing but dead tissue and failed experiments. But Genesis Labs was not normal science and the proof was whimpering softly in that carrier.

It was a vessel. "You thought you purged the Dark Moon from Astrid?" the Clone’s voice distorted, dropping into a guttural, demonic register. "Aegis found the remains. They fed it. They grew it." The Clone began to shift. It didn't look like a wolf shift. Bones cracked and elongated in the wrong directions. Extra joints snapped into place. Its fur turned a greasy, matted black, and its snout twisted into a jagged, multi-rowed maw. It was a nightmare version of Victor’s wolf, twice the size and leaking a foul, black shadow from its pores.

Lola chuckled, “Magic powers?” No one laughed and Tristan responded, “All the wolves from the Fire Wolf clan were born with magical abilities. Like reading minds, hurting people by looking at them, controlling water, teleporting, speaking to animals and so much more. They said that the first Fire Wolf Agnitus was able to set anything on fire where he set his eyes on.” Lola understood by now that they were all dead serious about this, so she asked, “So what happened to them? “