Wolfwalkers Novels & Stories

She turns around and hurries over to the table. “What did you find out?” Everleigh asked. “We thank you and Walker so much. He was able to help us get in their dreams. They are barely surviving. We already lost one warrior that was taken. Thankfully whatever they gave the guys has weakened their bonds otherwise the torture and deaths of their pack members would have them losing their minds.” Aria says with a sigh. How in the world do they know this and who the hell is the Walker guy? Is it Everleigh’s new mate? The thought of that has my blood starting to boil.

I am Catherine Brooks, mate to Arthur Brooks, the lone surviving witch-wolf. For centuries, I have loved a werewolf of unparalleled strength and unwavering determination to protect our pack, regardless of the cost. The loss of our first daughter, Aliyah, in the great war devastated me. She was brave, beautiful, and fiercely strong, yet she never returned from her final battle against our enemies—the vampires and the black witches who betrayed us.

ROSE'S POV I am Rosalia Alexandra Davis, a werewolf who has no family or friends. Someone who is a loner because she is different than others, in other words the runt of the pack. someone who should be treated worst than a slave , which means I am responsible of doing all the chores of the pack , while being the personal punching bag of the higher authorities. The reason behind this is my early shift. Usually wolves shift at the age of 16 which is also the age for us to find and recognize our mates. This happened because I am one of the four mystic wolves, which they hopefully don’t know. Or do they? Well whatever , I am happy the way I am but I want to find my mate soon, but for that I need

Wolf Nation Times pops up first on my screen of news outlets. ’MURDER AT THE CLAIMING DISRUPTS CELEBRATIONS’ ’ARIANA ERICKSON MATED TO ALPHA ARES MARTIN OF FREEDOM RIDGE PACK, DOES THIS MEAN WAR IN WOLF NATION?’ ’FORMER ALPHA LUCIAN CHEATS LOOPHOLE WITH SUICIDE’

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.

Their eyes glowed cold blue. Their leader, a massive male with a deep scar across his chest, stepped forward. "Elara Kane. We are the Void Walkers. We have watched your bloodline for generations. The child you carry cannot be allowed to live. It will bring the end of all packs." Mira growled and moved in front of us. "You will have to kill us first." The Void Walker leader smiled. "That was always the plan." They attacked without another word. Damien pushed me back and met the first wolf head-on. Even weak, he fought like a beast. He bit down on the attacker’s throat and refused to let go. I jumped in beside him, snapping and clawing at anything that got close.

They crossed raging rivers on fallen logs, navigated through thick fog that obscured their path, and defended themselves against wild creatures that prowled the night. On the second night, as they camped beneath the stars, Marcus shared stories of his youth. "I have faced many enemies in my time," he said, staring into the fire. "Rogues, vampires, dark witches. But the Memory Walkers... they are different. They do not attack the body. They attack the mind. They steal who you are." "That is why we must succeed," Sophia said. "No one should have their memories stolen from them. Our memories make us who we are."

Her body is more lean and thin, but I wouldn’t underestimate her. Not only was the dinner situation unexpected, but my wolf paced restlessly in my mind. Alora, my beautiful reddish-brown furred wolf, mumbled under her breath constantly. She mentioned mates but then acted confused and said they weren’t mates. I definitely felt a pull to both of the strangers, but it was weak. I agree with Alora’s confusion. The guy was a vampire and the woman smelled like a human yet not, code for witch in my senses. There is no way I could been mated to either one of them, never mind both!

If anything, they had a sense of relief washing over them. "Now that we have that out of the way, on to business. I have it estimated that 400 wolves invaded my territory yesterday morning with wolfsbane laced blades. If it wasn't for Ryker's men showing up when they did, we would have more of a group of wolves left then the massive pack that stands today.

His neck breaks and there was only the cold darkness that welcomed him. Remus threw Saxe’s body on the ground, and as if on cue, another menacing aura surrounded the room. He braces himself as a female Vampire appears before him, with eyes a glowing red, seething with rage that will equal a wild Vargulf. Outside, Lyall and the other Betas dropped from the choppers that carried them, making it look like the sky is birthing out Werewolves. The moon had risen and the Vampires had woken. They were many, but they were weak. The lesser kinds– nothing but Newborns and Fledglings. Vampires who were made not more than fifty years ago. They were easy kills and not much of a challenge for the Betas of