Wolfpack Clone Wars Novels & Stories

Alpha Daniel of the Clay Moon Dust pack was a small pack a little smaller than the Love moon pack. But, Alpha Daniel was fierce and his pack respected him. His beta Nathaniel was just as respected as the Alpha. No one would dare defy their order. Alpha Daniel of course had learned about the red wolf to some extent. He just didn't know if the wolf having strong powers were true.

A flash of silver out of the corner of his eye drew his eyes up to see a slight shimmer in the air before they all disappeared into it, a sword sticking out of his Luna after she jumped in front of an advancing warrior from the crowd. The wolf that impaled the Luna looked just like him! What wolf possesses that skill? The ability to glamor takes a very rare wolf with a specific set of skills. I know only one wolf that has resources like those, Jo, Sir Alpha of the Rogues. That's strike 1... Rex’s uman was frozen in terror, but his wolf acted instinctively, phasing and lunging himself at the upper tier, a black aura radiating from him. "Alpha, stop!" Makai warned. He followed his Alpha's lead

One of amusement that seemed to confuse him. “See, Jack. I don't know how things work in the rogue packs but in civilised packs we care about our members and would go to war for any one of them.” We both glanced at the scared naked girl who I know had not taken her eyes off me since I stepped forward. “But I can assure you, my pack alone would hunt down every single member of your disgusting rogues to rip out their throats for even thinking that you would do any harm to their Luna.” I could see the fear flash in the eyes of every wolf stood in front of me. I heard a low growl and caught Marcus in the corner of my eye leaving the wolfs that stood against him to come to the aid of his Luna. Sh

BLAKE One afternoon, well into September, a mindlink for Luke and me came in while we were in the office together. “I smell a rogue in my patrol area.” Jack’s voice said in our minds. Luke and I both looked up at each other and instantly got to our feet. “Be right there,” I mindlinked Jack back. We both rushed outside, quickly shifted into our wolf forms, and sprinted over. When we got to him, Jack led the group in tracking the scent, inhaling the unpleasant aroma that had clung to the dirt and ferns just outside our territory. Rogues usually weren’t a big problem. It was just a matter of making it clear to them that this was pack land and that they should move away from the area. Every once

Dante growled through his enormous teeth. Normally moonwalkers don't respond to commands because they are basically like a dog with rabies but still part human. Moonwalkers were what happened when a wolf either wasn't compatible with its host or someone had infected non omega humans. Both were a rare occurrence and a dangerous one. No matter who turned the moonwalker they did not respond to any bond, human or wolf. They acted rabid and blood thirsty. But because Dantes wolf was an original they could at least hear and understand him when he spoke to them, whether they listened was another matter entirely. Dante wasn't worried however, there were only 3 moonwalkers and they were small.

Jason keeps his gun pointed at the wolfpack and looks over at Roger, "That was the last of the Jericho pistol, you r back up would be a real lifesaver right now,it looks like there are at least 12 wolves left. Ava stands firm and holds her daggers out in fron of her, Jason looks over at her and can see the fear in her eyes, but she hardens herself despite the fear that ebgulfs her. Roger looks over at her as well and decides it is now or never, he transforms into his wolf form and howls at the moon. they get ready to run at the wolves when suddenly they hear a voice call out from the inside the house. "Are we on time?" 4 elderly men step out from the shadows into sight. Jason looks over at R

That morning, at the Sterling Corp command desk, Chloe Vanguard stared at the global holographic map that was emitting red signals from an uncharted region on the African continent - a zone nicknamed The Dark Continent by s of the wolf sect. "The tracking signal of the Mortal Emperor's jade smoke bomb detected last shifted towards the south of the pure Congo," reported the Vanguard intelligence assistant who was trembling . "Lady, this is a bloody neutral zone. This is where the ancient Wolf Hybrid syndicate, The Obsidian Fang, is based. They are not subject to any council."

“I don’t know if she wants to be the Luna of the last wolf pack in the world.” “She does, on both counts,” Mandy insists. She rises, heading to the coffee pot and bringing back two steaming mugs. The scent of the dark roast teases my nostrils while I watch the steam whirl up toward the ceiling. “We lost so much tonight,” I say. “Yes,” Mandy replies. “And your job now is to protect us from that happening again. And my job is to help you.” “Our best warriors are gone, other than Kelly, and she has a long recovery ahead.” I swirl the mug around mindlessly on the table.

"This is intentional." "Should I get Beta Richard?" "Not yet." If Richard finds out before I understand the full scope, he will panic and panicking Betas make Alpha mates defensive. "Let me finish reviewing everything first." April leaves and I return to the mess unfolding across my screen, watching months of careful financial management dissolve into proof that someone has been stealing from pack reserves while I was busy managing everything else that keeps this place running. The transfers all go to the same account, an offshore number I do not recognize, and they started small in January but escalated to half a million per month by June.

The werewolf came, its feet hitting the ground mercilessly as its hands joined in its movement. It broke out from the woods, tearing off the leaves of the trees with less effort, and growling at the sight of the man. “You can't take anyone from my family.!” Mark grinned as he shifted under the bright moonlight. His bones cracked, and his skin stretched beyond its limits, tearing to become as tough as that of a wolf. He growled at the phantom, just as the phantom growled at him. Like two behemoths, they collided, and the green grasses on the ground fell victim to their battle.