Wolfs Dungeon Novels & Stories

Smells like wet wolf in here. Then I heard another eerie painful groan. I forced myself to step further down and gave the door behind me one last look, making sure it’s wide opened, just in case i need to run out of this creepy place. My mouth fell to the floor when i saw cages all over the room, most of them empty. But there is one that’s occupied with a naked chained man who is laying on the floor. “The intruder!” I thought to myself. His head is down as his body slightly shakes from the pain. I took another step closer and noticed the silver chains around his torso, ankles, arms, and neck. It clears what’s causing him to be this tortured. Silver is one of the few weaknesses of werewolves.

Her sarcasm thick as she helped me forward. "I've been alive for many years, child. This isn't my first time," Sadie gave us a small smile. Anais quickly darted forward when the metal door opened with a screech. Her figure disappeared into the dark halls of the dungeon and we all followed in. Lanterns had been lit against the old stone walls, creating eerie shadows against the floors. Large metal structures filled the room. Silver bars and floors for keeping a wolf at bay. The thought makes my skin crawl.

They didn't stop though, they kept riding hard on their horses away from the fortress. Just before they got to the Blade lake river, they heard the howl once more and a big black wolf leaped out of the woods, the wolf ripped off the head of one of the guards and disappeared into the woods again- leaving the guard headless on the floor with his horse running off into the dark. They didn't stop riding hard, they kept fleeing while shooting arrows in every direction- hoping to hit the strange beast with their arrows.

Enthusiasm and courage are the words Nolan uses to describe Windy. Nolan smiled and nodded, "Then I'll hunt in the northeast." The two split up and ran in the chosen direction. But they never expected Ezra's enemies to have entered the forest long ago. The leader of the assassin group is a Wolf with a pretty special fur. It has a reddish brown coat that is different from the rest of the species. Next to it was a wolf with jet-black fur similar to Ezra. But if you look closely, you will see the difference between the two.

There was a tale passed through generations, reaching the 21st Century, about a group of werewolves’ special mutation that brings out dormant abilities from a family’s genetic line. They were said to be marked and blessed by the moon goddess for they were the first of her followers. They were given the title of Legacy Wolves, keeping up their tradition and passing on their special traits through their children.

She made me focus without my anger to understand that there was more going on. There was a glow about the dome of magic Oliver was trapped in, one that felt familiar. The connection my wolf's soul felt to the force field was almost natural. As soon as I understood that it wasn't an additional threat, we split up, all of us taking up positions every five yards around the barrier to keep more rogues from entering and getting to my mate. But we could only do so much when they were rushing us.

And immediately felt my blood turn cold. The dungeon. The scent trail led directly to the dungeon. My heart stopped. For one horrifying second, I couldn't move. Then I exploded forward. The dungeon entrance was locked from the inside. I slammed my wolf body against it. Once. The door cracked. Twice. The hinges screamed. The third impact shattered everything. Wood exploded inward. I charged into the underground prison. The narrow tunnel barely fit my massive wolf form. I nearly smashed through the walls trying to reach them. Then I saw them.

A rustle of snow. A shadow moved. Then— A lone wolf stepped out of the darkness. Massive. Black fur. Eyes glowing silver. Rylan stiffened instantly. “Not possible.” Kade swore. “That can’t be—” Lyra’s heartbeat tripped. The wolf lowered its head… in a bow. “What is that?” she whispered. Rylan’s voice was barely human. “A sentinel.” Lyra’s breath caught. Sentinels were ancient wolves said to serve only one bloodline—one house. A house believed extinct.

Selene's expression hardened as she prepared to respond, but before she could speak, the growl intensified, shaking the very ground beneath them. "We need to leave! Now!" Jason urged, pulling Emily closer as the crowd began to disperse in panic. But before they could move, a figure emerged from the shadows, blocking their path. The moonlight revealed a massive wolf, larger than any they had ever seen, its eyes glowing like embers. The air thickened with tension, and Emily's heart raced as she recognized the danger that lay ahead. "Stay back!" Selene warned, stepping forward. "This isn't just any wolf. It's a harbinger of the chaos to come!"

Leon and Arva enter a dungeon that only certain werewolves can enter. Dafa was sitting alone, waiting for Alpha to arrive and praying that there would be no problems, when Orlan met and talked to his mate, princess Noura. "Alpha isn't home yet?" Arva's eyes traveled to the basement. This room is a library that contains books left by the werewolf clan ancestors. This room is under Alpha's workspace. Very confidential. Even only certain werewolves knew where this dungeon was. "Not yet," said Dafa without turning his head. He was still busy reading the book in his hand while his free hand picked up the french fries on the table.