Wolfpack Clone Wars Novels & Stories

Husk commanded. I bristled, but I was also starving and refused the idea of denying myself food merely to prove a point. I hated the alpha wolf bullshit. It was stupid. Besides, fainting from lack of food wasn’t smart while I was a prisoner in this pretty palace with three strangers...three werewolves who made me want to stay and learn more about them. Where they were from and how they had become so rich and to own a place like this? “We’ve got it from here. You can leave now,” Husk turned off the cooker and gave a look that would have sent many wolves back home whimpering into a submissive pose.

Breakfast had turned into a gathering, long tables filled with wolves from different packs eating together, some in silence, others in murmured conversation. As I passed through, I caught fragments of talk. “…lost half their warriors…” “…the rogues came out of nowhere…” “…Alpha Kane said they’ll unite under one banner now…” I sat beside a group of warriors I didn’t recognize. One of them, a young wolf with pale eyes offered me bread and said, “Moonclaw’s really something, you all don’t panic easily.” I gave a faint smile. “We’ve had practice.” The older warrior beside him chuckled. “Ava, right? You’re the one who burned half a field stopping the rogues last month?”

They had been watching from the palace and could no longer take it so they joined in the fight to assist Raul while the others stayed back and watched from the palace. They all fought so hard but the clone seemed stronger than all of them put together. He managed to defeat all the rest leaving Raul, Edna, May, and Lyono still standing but panting for breath. Suddenly, there was a gush of wind, and the werewolf god appeared in front of them. His appearance startled the clone as it watched the werewolf god and then turned its attention to him.

Verina’s wolves fanned out on either side of her, all of them large, dark, with glowing red eyes, crouching down, ready to hurl themselves at my pack. My wolves were equally prepared, stooping low, finding their centers of gravity so they could launch off of the ground and meet any attack midair. Or be the first to strike.

"It was done in a different way, mate. I chose another pack's warrior to compete. And another pack chose our warrior. Tell me, if that pack member chose your clone who's just really skilled at smiling at my questions, what do you think would happen? Huh?" He replied, "That... um... although my clone doesn't talk, fighting is a yes. My clones are half as good as me." "Hmph. When you're free, come join me." she turned invisible and exited the place, leaving Phoenix to sigh. Only then did his wolf spirit resurface. "Oh my! She bound you to a tree." River snickered.

Howls of wolves were echoing. The sound of claws slashing intermingling. Making the pack lands of the Capital. Resemble hell. The ground covered in red, from the blood of the pack wolves, hunters and the bloodhounds. With the bloodhounds over powering owing to the advantage of extra ordinary strength and number. Volkan was bleeding from his arms and thighs. Yet his indomitable will , made him retort back more fiercely. His wolf growling and tearing apart the bloodhounds while Daniel was no less.

The warriors followed suit, their teeth bared and their claws unsheathed as they charged towards moonshine pack. The pack was caught off guard, their guards and warriors unprepared for the sudden night attack. They snarled and snapped as they fought against my warriors who I had instructed not to kill unless it was unavoidable. The two sides clashed in a frenzy of fur and teeth, battle cries piercing through the night. The fight become more serious when more moonshine pack’s warriors joined in led by alpha Aragon. He was a massive wolf with pitch black fur. He growled and snarled when he faced me, his teeth bared. I growled as well, and my claws dug into the ground as I prepared for the atta

Chapter 54 The Werewolf Realm Clara's POV It's been months since I left the pack. Months of hiding. Months of rebuilding. Months of trying to erase the name Clara, the Luna everyone hated—the villain who killed pups. Dad suddenly called me back, saying the pack needed to gather because war was approaching. Apparently some old demon named Roosevelt was awake again and planning to destroy all realms. From what he said, even the Alphas were panicking. Information was being exchanged between councils, packs, and even creatures from other realms.

Memories of her past pain resurfaced, fueling her determination to protect her newfound pack at all costs. Suddenly, the trees rustled, and the figure of a massive wolf emerged from the shadows. Its fur was matted, and scars marred its snarling face, testaments to its ruthless existence. The rogue's eyes blazed with a feral intensity as it locked its gaze onto Rey. With a guttural roar, the rogue lunged forward, charging straight at Rey. The members of the Crimson Pack sprang into action, surrounding the rogue and engaging in a fierce battle. Claws clashed, teeth gnashed, and primal growls filled the night as the pack fought to defend their newest member.

Was I mistaken? "Which Pack did the Tiger Clan attack?" I inquired. "The Green Wolf pack was recently attacked. It's similar in size to the White Wolf pack," Xavier explained. "We're ready for war, and rest assured, Leia, the Tiger Clan will meet their defeat." I merely nodded at Xavier's assurance, but something felt off, as if it wouldn't be as easy as Xavier made it sound. "I will go check on Rovina," I stated. The three men in the room stiffened at the mention of Rovina's name. Their silent exchange was unnerving.