Wolfpack Clone Wars Novels & Stories

Before I could let myself worry about it, Ares changed the subject. ‘I’m thinking of making Hans or Hanna my Gamma,’ he said. I groaned internally. ‘The Warrior Wolves are back from the Sable Stalker Pack. Under their guidance, we only lost three wolves and secured the victory we needed.’ He perked up notably as he added, ‘We have a coffee supply again, beautiful.’ ‘Thank the stars for that.’ ‘So? What do you think? Hans or Hanna?’ ‘Why not both?’ I muttered. ‘They’re attached at the hip anyway. If you made one of them Gamma, you can bet that the other one would be there with them, bright and early the next morning.’

The pack soldiers were nowhere to be found, so she knew that they were out scoping the boundaries of the territory or something like that. “Oh, please. The Codaks are nothing to worry about. If they are the trouble you’re talking about, then I wonder what that says about us as a pack … one of the best in these territories for that matter.” Jonas said derisively and dismissively, while the rest of the pack members looked on, shocked at his audacity, no doubt, before looking away. Tension was steadily mounting in the clearing in which they had gathered. The moonlight shone through the spaces between the trees, illuminating all of them. The light, together with the orange blaze that shone from

Every time one of them would get within reach, Mj would strike out with her fist or a snapping kick, but it barely seemed to affect them. Mj snapped her limbs beneath her and was spinning in a crouched position when the sounds of howling broke the tree line followed by one completely white and a strawberry-blonde wolf. Mj smiled as Ace and Jay’s wolves rushed into the circle, teeth, and claws bared. Not one minute after Ace’s white wolf reached Mj, Moxie’s shaggy black and gray shifted form rushed in from the dirt below and the fur started flying. The three wolves kept their assassin in a tight pocket between them as they began trying to fight off the sudden and absolute, vicious onslaught

The moon at its fullness readily shone on mountain Gaza. The whooshing whispers of the wind tore into every part of it. The mountain was readily situated at the center of five wolf kingdoms ; Azra, Ezra, Nitra , Yarna and Baduk. For every other night, it would have a lovely sight to behold the parts of the five kingdoms from the peak . But tonight, the case was totally different. The tension was high and uncertainty was the mood . Duncan , the alpha king of the most powerful kingdom, Azra, had begun a quest that was long buried. A quest to bring every other kingdom under his rule.

The admission is clipped and edged with frustration. Another wave crashes against the northern containment, and this time one of the feral wolves breaks through a narrow gap, sprinting directly toward the valley center, toward us. Before I can step forward, Layla intercepts, slamming into the intruder with disciplined precision and forcing him sideways into a cluster of waiting warriors who subdue him quickly. “He is not from Kellen’s camp,” she calls. Of course he is not. The third faction did not arrive by accident. “They followed the compression,” Landon says quietly.

As I continue fighting I can't seem to get into a position to take the rogue down, then I hear ‘step back’ through the mind-link and ease back slightly as Torch leaps on the rogue’s back and electrocutes the rogue. I look around the battlefield and can see that most of the rogues have been taken down and no one seems to be in need of help. Then I hear a loud growling noise and whip my head in the direction of the sound. What I see is four wolves moving quickly in the direction of Argos, Kendall’s wolf, but they aren’t rogues. It only took a second to realize this was Alpha Hollis’s Beta and Gamma and their heirs.

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.

stood in his way and arrived at the wolf colony. He sank his teeth into another wolf, sending the lifeless body to the ground, his face drenched and bloody. His eyes were burning with such intensity and a deadly determination to kill that they gleamed a scary shade of crimson. His fangs were sticking out of his mouth, and his blood-drip ping claws were also visible. Alaric and Stefanie, two pack warriors, soon surrounded him. After preparing themselves, the fighters suddenly lunged at Dimitri. Dimitri thrust his jagged claws into each one, sending them flying across the meadow one after the other. This was crazy; it was obvious that none of them could compete with him, and he would murder t

He had blood stained clothes and fur, and his movements were slowing down. The clash of the two forces was brutal. Wolves clashed, teeth and claws flashing in the moonlight. The growls and howls of pain and fury filled the air. The ground was slippery with blood, making footing treacherous. Warriors from both sides were thrown to the ground, only to scramble back to their feet and rejoin the fray. The Storm Pack warriors used their superior tactics to their advantage, flanking the rogues and cutting them off from each other.

When I put one of my eyes on it, and closed the other one, I could see everything very clearly. “You are not to move. Talk. Or even breathe when Kent is here.” My mother said to me when she found out Kent, a werewolf with the biggest clan, was interested in seeing Marianna. “Mama, I cleaned all the china, and swatted the sofa. You won’t find any of our wolf hairs or real hairs. Can Jezebel and I go out now? She hasn’t been out since the incident.” I heard Marianna, my light, my love, my sister, ask my mother. Only her red hair was visible to me but I could almost imagine her pink button nose scrunching up as it always did, as she talked.