Wolfstar Ship Novels & Stories

The shuttle bucked, throwing me against the straps. "Shields are non-existent!" Wolfy shouted. His face was slick with sweat. "This is a cargo hauler, not a fighter! I cannot outrun them!" "Viggo, the turret!" Barzil ordered. "Broken!" Viggo yelled back. He looked at the rusted gun mount. It was a jagged piece of seized metal. "It's seized!" We were a floating target. My pulse was a frantic drumming in my ears. I leaned forward against the straps, the grey fog of the Null-Serum still making my head swim. Adrenaline burned through the chemical haze like acid.

A meteorite could strike the earth, nothing was going to stop me. My disappointment knew no bounds when I felt her body pulled away from mine. I had been so charmed not to have noticed that my Beta bodyguard( he’d come after me when he sensed the panic in my mind), and the two bartenders were also after the rogues. They dragged her away from me. My wolf wailed. Their canines were all bared, ready to rip off the living daylight out of their victim. ‘Hey! What was that?’ Kylian, my bodyguard asked. His brows were tensed.

Kaela’s POV The yearly meeting of the Werewolf Flight Group was happening on a fancy flying ship called the Silver Luna. It glides through the night sky, thousands of feet above the dark ocean. The lights were bright. The air was filled with the smell of expensive wine and old money. I stood on a high deck, tucked away in the dark. From here, the wolves below looked like small puppets moving on a stage. The music was a steady hum that matches the vibration of the engines under my feet.

with his bloodied arm, testament to a wolf sharpshooter who had almost ended him before a cannon shot from Grey Thunder had blown him into the water. "High Marshall, reports from the ships: 6 ships sunk, 4 ships currently taking in water with the crews engaged in heavy fighting with the werewolf borders so repairs are totally out of question, 5 other ships are currently battling it out with the Werekult boats; we've been able to sink 5 of theirs so far with 2 of their ships critically damaged,

The wolf roared angrily at Linda, thrust its claws into her chest and growled menacingly, baring its sharp teeth. “Enough, stop!” snapped Aryadi, in an instant he turned into a black wolf and pounced back at the red wolf. Linda got up again with black blood seeping between the fronts of her clothes. As she was about to attack for the umpteenth time, the remaining witches finally stopped the vampire woman's actions with magic like a few minutes ago, as well as wolf-shifter Aryadi. Rokan Allegro took a deep breath, pushing out the wood and marble shards on his back with his strength until they fell. “Take them both to the prison ward,” he muttered, enduring the pain in his body.

Right in front of one of the deadliest wolves in all the land. “Ten?” I asked, shocked at the amount. “Yes, ten,” Leopold replied rather smugly. “You are asking for my daughter’s hand in marriage, after all. And our packs aren’t exactly friends.” “Ten it is,” I said with a smile, extending my hand out ready to shake his. But he just stared at it. “I’m not done,” Leopold growled in annoyance. “My daughter is worth far more than ten shipments of weaponry.”

The last five wolves were The Giant and his four equally massive brothers. Ty, Trent, Tim, Trev, and Troy (the Giant) Kozlov were there to act as enforcers. If any of the new wolves misbehaved or tried to go off camp property, the Kozlov boys were there to stop them. Arthur didn't think they would try anything, but fresh wolves on their first change were always unpredictable and he didn't want trouble. Looking at the five men, she figured those new soldiers would be good as gold.

He growled and bit down enough to keep hold and shook his prey who remained absolutely still. The black wolf released the male, slowly backed away and shifted. James stood staring at the shivering former Dire Wolf. "Take him into custody. Don't trust him, and don't take any chances." Three of the surrounding wolves shifted, retrieved one of the straightjackets, secured it to the rogue, and took him to the waiting vehicles. James and Bryant with the rest of the group turned their attention to the other Beta who threw himself on the ground and rolled to his back when he saw the first led away. The scenario was replayed with Brett making the rogue submit.

"That ship is a Class-A Carrier. It doesn't carry garbage." "In the Council's eyes," Valerius growled, crouching near us like a coiled spring, "everything that isn't profitable is garbage." The wolf-man was a mess. His fur was singed, his armor cracked, and he was looking at me with a mix of murderous intent and confused pragmatism. He hadn't killed us yet, mostly because he knew he couldn't survive the orbital bombardment alone. The belly of the flagship opened. I expected bombs. I expected lasers.

She was telling him the truth. If this thing between them that had blasted out of nowhere like a space capsule and hit them both with the force of a runaway train was to work, then the Volkas would need to accept her. She hated to think what would happen if they didn't. It wasn't only Jamie's misgivings that had to be set to rest. She needed to know if Mike Volka was indeed wolf and which pack he descended from. Settling herself in her chair, she lifted her glass of wine, needing the drink to settle her nerves.