Wolfstar Ship Novels & Stories

I sniffled. “Thank me when we reach the other side. We're not free yet.” As if to accent his point, the ancient tree beneath us squealed like shifting ice and the center bowes. Skye stumbled and swore softly. Over his shoulder, I could see just how perilously close the wolves from the Shaded Paws Pack were to locking their slavering jaws on our heels. “Look out!” A squeal left me as the wolf closest to our position leaped. In a blinding series of movements, Skye placed me on my feet, whirled around to catch the attacker by the throat, and slammed him down onto the surface of the bridge.

Jasper could *not* be allowed to reveal anything. After Phantom departed, Black Shark stood and signaled his men. “Prepare my aircraft. I have a deal to negotiate.” Before leaving, he handed control of Black Wolf Fortress over to his second-in-command—his younger brother, Van. That night, while Van and his top commanders drank themselves into a stupor, believing their fortress to be impenetrable, death was already closing in. The sea was restless, waves crashing violently under a sky thick with rolling storm clouds. Lightning cracked through the heavens.

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.

She asked and we nodded. After she left, Caius heaved out loudly. "We should bathe and go see her." Owen nodded in agreement so we all agreed to meet up again in thirty minutes. As much as Luna Allison can comfort our wolf, Sophia's presence would be more beneficial for us. Our wolf recognizes Luna Allison but it is more loyal and submissive to Sophia. Alexios should be on his way already, he had said he is going to rush up and take a bath, so we would be joining the two.

She asked. “We eat and sleep.” Froster replied. “Figures” she thinks to herself, not wanting to confuse or perhaps anger her new squad. As expected, her voltiirs were ready, standing in position by their assigned steamboat, the Wilhelmina. No crew was present. “We will be piloting the craft?” Aster asked, looking around for any nearby sailors. “Yes mam, DragonWolves are trained in vehicular navigation and maintenance.” The one who replied was a young Orsim woman, fairly short but well built for her height.

Vladek didn't know if he would be able to get to her room if he continued like this, but he would make an effort. *** Vladek walked quickly through the door of the house that he found open. His siblings and Izen had been ahead of him. Rather, the former had fled from the latter, apparently without much result. As it was expected. Izen was a highly trained and prepared wolf. As he walked through the main garden, he found the two lesser wolves, face down, hanging from the tree above the pond. They had both their hands and feet bound, as well as their mouths covered, possibly so that they would not make too much noise. Vladek was bothered by the excess sound. Perhaps that is why his partner did

“At the port... even if alpha king decided against releasing them I would have helped them out secretly.... Wolfie is very impulsive and Dylan is a child who lost everyone.. I hope you can understand and forgive him Luna. Our alpha is not a bad person,” Nicolai sniffled wiping the tears from his face. “Where is our ship?” “I’ll lead you to it,” he led them away. The port was, of course, filled with werewolves who were finally gazing up at them. a few of them were confused, few hostile, and a few neutral. Their expressions said it all. They were not welcomed here. They were vampires. The enemy. Nicolai stopped in front of the ship that had huge sails and rowers. They were all human though som

Baring my teeth, I pushed up into a crouch, ready to spring forward. "Stop," Fagua shouted. The wolves jerked their gazes from me and looked to their left. Fagua stepped past the wolves. Her eyes flashed red and her hands were curling and uncurling at her sides. I could have sworn I saw wisps of magic flare around her. "Not one fucking step closer, or I'll rip your spines out and make you eat them," she warned. Most of the wolves took a step away, but two didn't. My heart throbbed in my chest.

“Your majesty, my ships in the Floven sector picked up some news about an explosion of a ship near the Atlantic. The report was that the explosion took place three weeks ago, and I’m sorry to report to you that the pieces of wreckage that fell to the surface have been positively identified as werewolves.” Davos had only one ship in that sector and he stretched out a trembling hand to seize one of the pictures that had a small section of wreckage—a piece of hull that was still intact. The images had all been sent through secured channels, and while they were grainy, the numbers on the hull still showed up plainly. His heart sick, Davos recognized them as his son’s battle cruiser. He managed t

leave because that would cause suspension and get the packs talking. When you are a wolf married to your mate, it's not easy to walk away until death. If she truly wants an out, she will have to die. She has to stay to protect us; at least, that's what I've been told all my life. also, be careful. They can sense when you have become a wolf and sense your aura. If it seems too strong, that may cause a problem. I didn't see yours until we started talking, and it almost looks like mine. “ I look over at Jesse. “ what do you mean, my aura?? I'm not an alpha. What is going on ?” Jesse stands up, closes her eyes, takes a deep breath, and then opens Her eyes. They're deep, bright red, and around h