Wolfs Dungeon Novels & Stories

Naomi ordered. "Got it" said Rhys. He ran off an started gicing hand signals to some of the wolves who were not engaged in immediate battle who followed him and Naomi to the enterance of the office. Three witches stood in the way. Two of them Naomi recognised from high school and one she had never seen before.

An angry purr vibrated against the window, prompting me to turn on the back porch light again. “What’s wrong?” “There is something outside. Do you have a customer who brings a large dog to the bar?” “Of course not.” He came to stand with me at the window. “There is a pack of wolves that roam over the hills.” “Wolves!” “They have been here for generations, but never come to town. I don’t see anything.” “I’m not crazy, Uncle Harris. I heard an animal out here all night.” He kissed my head, omitting an answer before going into the bathroom.

I didn’t respond, because I didn’t know if I had chosen anything—or if I’d simply been cornered. The howling started just after midnight. Not the rhythmic howls of a patrol or a wolf singing to the moon. This was guttural. Desperate. Like bones cracking under pressure. “Babe get up,” I parted Lisendra, “Can you hear the howls.” “Yes, I do hear them.” She said, in something like panic. We stood up from where we laid. Although I was an Alpha but I could still feel my fingers twitch, “Rogues,” I growled, already shifting into my wolf before the words fully left my mouth.

I hurriedly left the room heading towards the dungeon. A pulse of dread throbbed in my skull. “Something was fucking wrong!” ‘Sky!’ I called my wolf as I rushed out of Aerila’s quarters, but the damned wolf refused to answer. He had been this way ever since I sent Naeris to the dungeons. I tried calling him multiple times as I took turns. Why are there so many turns and checkpoints in the Pack? I yanked the last door open, and the road to the dungeon appeared before me; however, just as I was about to take a step forward, someone grabbed hold of me.

The fluorescent diner sign flickered, casting a soft amber glow over the pavement as Lena and Aiden approached the entrance. Laughter and the warm clatter of plates came from inside, a mix of scents—grilled meat, melting cheese, and sugary milkshakes—mixing into the cool evening air. The diner, Wolfie’s Joint, had a long-standing reputation in the Pack. It wasn’t just a diner; it was the hangout spot for young wolves. Lena forced another smile—tight-lipped, fleeting, more a reflex than a feeling—as Aiden opened the door for her.

"Come. We'll speak in the Den. Your Tether looks like she hasn't eaten properly in weeks." The Den was a vast cave system carved into a hillside. The entrance was guarded by two wolves who watched us pass with unblinking golden eyes. Inside, the air was warm and rich with the smell of cooking meat and burning herbs. Furs lined the floors. Fire pits glowed in alcoves. Wolves in both human and animal form moved through the tunnels, some carrying supplies, others simply watching the strangers in their midst.

He said. I knew it! "Can you tell me where you are?" He was quiet once again and that made me more worried. "You don't know?" I screamed impatiently in my mental voice. "It's an iron room, it's surrounded by his wolves," He answered, I flicked my eyes worriedly trying to process that. "Alpha Grim's hideout!" I exclaimed. "Yes, that's it." He answered. I looked around trying to sense anyone's presence but no one was close. I sped to my room picking my cloak.

Horace Ford did not make an appearance, and that was okay with me. By the time we reached the outskirts of Verina’s yard, my pack of seven had grown to fourteen. Doubled in size. I was happy about that, but since I didn’t even recognize all of these individuals in their wolf forms, I wasn’t sure what I had to work with. I had to assume I had seven reliable wolves who would fight on my side to the death. Not that any of them were going to die. I had to make sure that didn’t happen.

Lola asked. The employee did not even look at her, “That is classified information.” He pointed at the screen which showed a map, “So Lola. Your DNA had a unique resemblance to werewolf DNA. The DNA will give you the ability to transform into a werewolf. All we know about werewolves is that they used to live in packs and have a strict hierarchy inside these packs. Basically, Alpha and Luna are the highest, then beta and omega is the lowest. As far as we know they could transform whenever they want, and the status of the moon had no influence. They lived in rural areas far away from civilization, preferably forest areas. We suggest you start looking at the biggest forest right here; the Tonga

Her body had already been giving out from exhaustion. The air shifts. A shuffle of movement. A low growl. Then another. Nana’s breath catches in her throat, she’s not imagining it. She has heard of the dungeon where rogues who have gone crazy from a curse are kept. Her eyes are sharper now that she’s fully bonded with Lowell, she can hear, smell and see even as clear as day if she focuses her senses. She looks at the other corner of the wide space, the rogues. The under dungeon is where the worst of them are kept. Wolves who have lost all reason, all sanity. Beasts who no longer recognize anything but blood and hunger.