Wolfstar Ship Novels & Stories

he said low, dangerous, “you get the answers. I control the punishment. Understand?” Her amber eyes met his. Control, strategy, dominance radiated from him, and despite herself, her wolf pressed back, coiled, reluctantly obeying. She nodded, jaw tight, teeth clenched. Rage simmered in her chest, but she forced it down. Just enough to survive. She stepped forward, voice low, sharp. “Where’s the shipment? Where are the wolves you’ve taken?” Viktor stammered, faltering under her intensity. “The… the tunnels… below the docks… months of them… I swear, I didn’t”

And froze. “Five thousand?” I whispered. “No… no, that’s impossible!” My hand clenched around the parchment. Crack. I felt my claws pierce through the paper. "Five thousand wolves defected during the night and were last seen heading northwest in formation. Witnesses confirm they were former Bloodmark soldiers. Destination unknown, but believed to be Seralyn territory." CLANG. My wine glass exploded against the wall in a rain of red and crystal. I screamed. “MARIK!”

Isaac said stone-faced, assuming his Beta role. “They can’t have you,” Zack added, worry coating his voice. He’s aspiring for a Delta role if Vaheed accepts him. He stuck at my side. “Not on our watch,” Venus vowed. Before us, countless snarling rogues landed on top of vehicles and then lunged at other wolves. I was concerned for my pack members and wanted to keep the rogues contained here. The vortex was their gateway. It needed to be destroyed, but how? The black Chevy to our right, the rogue was on the bonnet, smashing the windscreen with his paws as the petrified blonde woman screamed frantically. What was she still doing here?

StarWolf was the son of Caspian and the Witch Star, he had grown into a huge Alpha Wolf, his coat blue/black, long and thick and his eyes were deep, navy blue. He was bigger and more powerful than his father because he was half Witch and carried his mother's magic. She had instilled her values into him, and he had learned to control his dark side. He became Alpha by challenging and killing the current Alpha, a no-good Rogue called Racer, who had led his small Pack into a battle with a Patrol and killed him without knowing. Racer was not an Alpha Wolf, he was a rogue Beta who had got lucky and led a small group of males. He integrated them into Caspians old Pack and renamed it, The Lost Souls

I focus a bit more and notice that one of the wolves is Sylas; he has to be fighting Laslo. Sylas is a huge gray wolf, bigger than Laslo’s white wolf. Laslo’s wolf is swiping at Sylas, and his claws connect here and there. Sylas twists his body and kicks Laslo’s wolf, sending it flying into a tree. Laslo’s wolf lays at the base of the tree, sprawled out. Sylas marches to the tree base and hovers over Laslo’s wolf, snarling and biting. His jaw reaches over and grabs at the white wolf’s neck.

Frank Kilburn, Alpha of the Vagas Moon Pack, fumed because for hours now his wolves tried to find some proof that he could use to push the Twilight Wolf Pack and their annoying leader out of a region before they discovered what he was doing. He needed the white wolf back, too.

“We’ll see how long that fire of yours lasts.” As he reached out to grab me again, a deep growl resonated through the clearing. The leader of the rogues froze, his eyes widening in shock and fury. Out of nowhere, a massive wolf barreled into the clearing, knocking some rogues aside. I immediately recognized the Werewolf. It was the captain of the Storm pack's patrol team.

(He gives a smirk and allows himself to fall backwards onto the bed again and covers himself. [At this point, the sun has just barely began to rise up from the ocean. The ship; aka "The Wolf's Cry," is currently hovering above the water, camouflaged. It has ability to cloak itself using natural light rays. The Wolf's Cry descends into the water slowly, so the landing gear enters the water. They simply float on the surface and enters "doggie paddle mode." (It kind of looks like a dog swimming. Essentially turning it into a giant boat.) Upon coming to shore the loading dock at the back half of the ship opens, Revealing what appears to be a waterless beach on the inside of the loading dock.]

The three-ton wolf let out a low, tired sigh, his head lowering onto his paws as the violet fire in his sockets settled back into a peaceful, watchful ember. "The... the docking clamps are open, Zora," Kemi whispered, her voice shaking as she looked out over the six massive cargo ships that were now completely free of their corporate chains. "The... the whole fleet is ours. And the sector six Spires... they don't have a database left to log our debt."

Cassian shouted, his shadows expanding to cover the entire deck as a second beam struck his shield. ​He was holding back the weight of the sun, his teeth bared in a snarl of agony. The shield was glowing white-hot where the beams hit, the shadows evaporating into mist. ​“I can’t reach it!” Winnie cried, her hands glowing as she tried to weave a defense. “The air is too thick with their interference! They’ve created a cage of light around the ship!” ​I looked at the pack. They were huddled together, their fur scorched, their eyes filled with a primal terror. We were wolves. We were meant for the forest and the hunt. We were not meant to be target practice for a man in a flying machine.