Wolfstar Ship Novels & Stories

Her sky-blue eyes drilled holes behind Hakan’s head, flashing the three muscular men a smirk whenever their eyes would wander over to where she was. “Then, I’ll be leaving Richard in charge while I go out to the city. Check the borders, I’ve been hearing talks about rogue wolves roaming around the forest from our hunters.” The man called Richard stepped up before bowing his head, as he received orders from his alpha. The three burly men left immediately when Hakan dismissed the group, turning around to face Skye with her arms crossed and looking bored.

“I would rather look like we’re flying out for more interviews. Like you told the palace that we were going to do. You can call them from Lunar tomorrow and let them know that you have an interview for the next evening or something just to throw them off our tail. I’d rather be across the country than sitting around here where they can get to us whenever they want.” “Well, when you put it like that,” I said. “Bring on the jetlag!” I wasn’t particularly thrilled with myself for that statement. By the time we arrived, severely jet-lagged, in Wolf Bay, I watched the scenery in a stupor. The shipping port of Wolf Bay was amazing, stretching for miles along the coastline with huge cargo vessels d

His bloody hand closed around the bone. Then he smiled. “No.” The blue fire inside the weapon turned white. “You only believed I came alone.” A howl rolled across the split sea. Then another. Hundreds answered from beyond the broken horizon. Scene 122: Gathering the Packs The first wolves appeared on the exposed seabed. They ran beneath the divided ocean, paws striking black stone where water had rested moments before. Red Vale banners snapped behind them. Thornwild followed through the mist, their green markings bright against dark armour.

The Balfour Estate was abuzz with frantic activities, every Tacita Mortes wolf was preparing for war. Every shifter had geared up, they don’t need any weapons, especially weapons the like of Luna Puer wolves have. Frantic calls from the other 3 packs of the North were disregarded. Black sedans and pick-ups were lined on the front lawn of the Balfour Estate. Some Balfour helicopters were ready to take off the Balfour Estate helipad.

“You have the light, and you have the pack. We rewrite the rules tomorrow.” We are under the radar! Leo shouted from the back. Landing zone is clear. It’s an old cargo elevator shaft three blocks from the palace. It connects directly to the lower tunnels. Killian brought the ship down with a smooth, silent thud inside a deserted, rusty warehouse. The boarding ramp dropped, and the cool, humid air of the Capital rushed in. Immediately, twenty elite North wolves slipped out of the ship, moving like shadows into the surrounding alleys to secure the perimeter.

He looked at me, and for a second, the Alpha pride masked the pain. ​"I can walk," he told me before I could offer an arm. ​"Fine. Don't fall." ​The cutters opened their cargo ramps. Marcus and his Vanguard had brought six massive Wildland wolves—feral beasts they’d captured and broken years ago, easily five feet at the shoulder, covered in thick, white armor-fur. They were the only things durable enough to run through the dead zone without dissolving. ​I mounted the largest male. Kaelen climbed onto the female right next to me, gripping the reins with hands that I could see were shaking. Alaric and Marcus took the lead on the other four, flanked by a dozen of the elite Shadow Legion.

Werewolves shifted partially, claws and fangs emerging as their primal instincts surfaced; humans grabbed cutlasses and pistols, steeling themselves against the looming danger. “Lucas, organize a defensive formation! Move swiftly!” she shouted, aware of the urgency that spurred them on. He nodded, the grin wiped away, replaced by a focus that pierced through the chaos as he directed the werewolves and human crew to prepare. The enemy vessel drew closer, cutting through the waves with lethal purpose. It bore the insignia of the notorious Captain Drago, and Amelia’s pulse quickened with the weight of impending confrontation. The tension in the air hung like a coiled serpent ready to strike, ea

"The moment that cargo ship is flagged, our wolves will board the vessel under the cover of a routine safety audit. We aren't just blocking their files anymore, Elena. We're taking the assets." The familiar, sharp wit returned to my mind, a tired but dangerous smile spreading across my face as I leaned into his warmth. I reached up, my open palms resting flat against the broad, heavy muscle of his chest, feeling the steady, rhythmic thud of his predatory heart through the thin fabric of his clothes.

Film images of bloodthirsty animals with huge fangs and claws, tearing people apart, came to mind. “Just don’t faint, mistress,” the guy said worriedly, observing her shocked look. - I think you will be against me touching you. And it is unknown how long you remain unconscious. And I’m not eager to touch you. He pointed his hand at her, and his tone was serious, without a hint of amusement. The thought of being touched by a werewolf made her dizzy. Anika took a deep breath, trying to keep her sanity and calm her anxiety. But this guy didn't look like the bloodthirsty beast from the movies. Quite a cute dog, or rather a wolf, with silky fur. The ideas about werewolves did not add up to the ex

It’s not that dissimilar to what my parents did to Vedran as a child. And it will destroy the people’s faith in him. A wolfish smile spreads over my lips. A few enemy wolves slip Matej’s control and scramble up the sides of our ships. Built low, both to navigate the dangerous river and for passing wolves to be able to board, they make quick work of the sides. We always knew they would, even with Lieutenant Hana yanking the tiller back and forth to try to shake them off. I skitter across the deck and find myself face-to-face with the snarling maw of a dripping Tansy Beach wolf.