Wolfsbane Book Series Novels & Stories

So he watched them and stayed hidden. Nevertheless, one skinny werewolf appears from nowhere and runs towards the hunters, clawing his way into the back of the massive werewolf, his beta maybe. In a minute, almost half of the hunters lay dead on the snow. The skinny werewolf was suddenly hit in the shoulder by the sword, and he abruptly felt the aftermath of their nemesis. The sword with wolfsbane. Raymond recognized it—a sword with wolfsbane. The nemesis of werewolves and alchemists.

I made a list of the eight, each assigning them to one person. Caden Winnow, Alpha of the Winnow pack Bane Fangworth, Marcel’s father and former Alpha of Fangworth pack Fenrir of the Night, Alpha of Night pack Ragnar Blackclaw, Alpha of Claw pack Lykos Bloodrose. Alpha of the Bloodrose pack Grim, Alpha of the Midnight pack Zayne Wilde, Alpha of the Wilde pack Alaric Wolfsage, Alpha of the Wolf Sage pack I handed each name to the eight assassins. “The last person is Hayden Storm, the Alpha of the storm pack but I will handle that personally,” I told them.

I tried to move backwards away from the rogue, but he moved closer, pinning me to the space I was in. The three rogues moved closer to me, snarling. A loud growl came from behind the rogues. A large, sandy colored wolf stood there, flanked by two other wolves. Looking in the eyes of the sandy colored wolf, I knew that it was Alpha Michael. In a quick move, Alpha Michael and the two other wolves approached, attacking the three rogues. Snarls and the snapping of jaws filled the air. I could smell blood. The growls of my protectors were loud. I tried to move away, but the fighting wolves around me made it impossible to determine a safe means of escape. Alpha Michael leapt upon one of the rogue

Where once had been two men—leaders, enemies—there were now two massive wolves. Triston’s wolf hit the ground first, white fur and golden with eyes like flame, his claws cutting deep into the soil as he landed with a low growl that rumbled like a drumbeat of vengeance. Reyes’s wolf followed—jet black and sleek, larger, darker, a beast that looked as though it had been forged in shadow and fire. His snarl echoed over the field like thunder cracking open the sky.

Know that trouble is ahead. I stared at the few words written in the article there, and I closed the book. I stared down at the title of the book. The Sixteen Guardian Wolves - Alexander Thorne Reya, Is this true? I asked my wolf. There was quiet for a few moments before I felt her stir.

The ones who never needed alliances to survive, yet lately the world has been shifting under all of us. Hunter groups vanishing. Packs uniting. Rumours of goddesses and resurrected wolves, and magic that feels older than the moon. And now a strange girl in a coffee shop, marked by something our wolves can’t name. My wolf paces with anticipation; he senses the change coming. When morning comes, I tell myself it is a simple recon mission. Bastian and I don’t need theatrics. We don’t need a parade of pack members or a show of power. We’ll go in, observe, and then leave. That is the plan.

Only fire. He leaped, slammed through a wooden door, sending it flying into the hall. The scream of another wolf echoed behind him, but he didn’t care. He didn’t see. He didn’t hear. He felt the fear, the smell, the weak hearts beating, and it drove him further into the spiral of frenzy. ‘I am fire. I am storm. I am the Alpha. You cannot stop me. You cannot touch me. You cannot survive me.’

Grey looked at me, expecting an explanation. Roam tossed the flask towards his rival who easily caught it. Wolfsbane was odorless, had barely any taste, making it an adept killer of Lycans who could smell most poisons a mile away. The younger Alpha sniffed it with a furrowed brow, then went to taste it. I knew a small taste wouldn’t harm him, and I knew my furious brute had tasted it himself in my diner to confirm his theory, but still my wolf went into protective mode.

Cara, my wolf, said "What is wolfsbane?" I asked "It is something that weakens someone's wolf. If you were a normal wolf, I wouldn't even be able to talk to you, but since you are a Red Wolf, I can. The wolfsbane is wearing off faster than for normal wolfs. I should be able to shift and contact Gwen's wolf soon," Cara said "How can you contact Gwen's wolf?" I asked "We are fully Mated, Little Human. I always talk to her wolf. Though I have been mad at her because of Gwen siding with her dad. Anya has been trying to talk sense into her human. I hope Gwen finally figured out Gary is up to no good," Cara said

--Alyssa-- I was deeply engrossed in the book I had found. It was believed that the white wolves were the first of their kind to come into existence, blessed with extraordinary powers. They had the ability to heal, control the earth and everything within it, and even communicate directly with the moon goddess. These gifts made them revered but also envied, and eventually, the other wolves' jealousy led to a devastating purge aimed at eliminating the white wolves entirely.