Wolfwalkers Oc Maker Novels & Stories

But Carson interrupted, "Her name's Celia. We need to head to the lake." "Yeah, I got that. My question is for Celia." Mike made my name sound dirty as he said it. "What were you doing at the lake alone at this time of the morning?" For being only a couple of years older than me, Mike seemed like such an adult. He was unmated and had all the cockiness of a high-ranking member, he was only a second year Epsilon in our pack, but he definitely acted like he held a higher rank. He always had. Although younger, Carson out ranked him as he had gotten his wolf young, he had joined the warriors at age 14. I remember my Dad mentioning Carson because it was so rare to have a wolf at 14.

"The papers are safe, Alpha Victor. The stamps are on them." "Hello, this is Kevin, the main enforcer for the High Alpha of the West Coast. Grant Walker wants to buy the whole Prosperity Consortium today. Name the amount of pack resources you want." "Who do you say you are? The Walker pack?" "That is right, Alpha Victor." "My wolf has no plans to sell the Prosperity Consortium to the West Coast. Tell Grant Walker to clear his mind of this thought! I know exactly why his wolf is moving on my territory." "High Alpha Grant Walker gives your wolf exactly one single sun cycle to think about this trade."

As he whispered in my ear, I didn't miss the disgust that coated his voice. “Keep acting up, and I'll toss you to the beast we keep in cages.” he growled in my ear. His voice was cool, but it did nothing to mask the seriousness in his tone. This wasn't just a threat. He meant it. “And you do know what a pack of unclaimed wolves do to omegas?” I gulped. I knew the answer, but I didn't dare speak out. “They’ll take turns on you.” His voice dropped lower. “and once they're done with you, they'll rip you into pieces. What do you think will happen to your precious little daughter then?”

"And they have something no one else has. Nullifying wolves. Bred specifically to resist omega auras. Immune to the calming effect that is your greatest weapon." I pressed my hand to my chest, where the bond web hummed. The omega calm had saved me in the cave, in the pit, on the Conclave platform. It was the one weapon no one else could replicate. And the Frostmarch had bred wolves specifically to counter it. "How long do we have?" I asked. Corvus shrugged. "Months. Maybe weeks. They don't announce themselves. They just arrive. One day the border is quiet. The next day it's on fire."

My wolf stands tall inside me, refusing to shrink. Colton steps forward, his voice steady. “Everyone, this is Kieara. She’s a guest. She’s under my protection.” A ripple moves through the room — surprise, confusion, curiosity. But no one challenges him. No one questions him. Then he adds, “And this is Oakley. He’s with her.” That ripple turns sharper — not hostile, but startled. A warlock in a packhouse is… unusual. Very unusual. Oakley lifts a hand again, smiling awkwardly. “Hi. Please don’t hex me. I’m very flammable.”

Chapter 16: Double Trouble Kayleigh “All right, ladies! Listen up! My name is Vilma Wolfgang Medici. I am from the Blutschild Pack Germany, and a member of the Wolf Blood Council. On top of that, I also run the Council’s elite warriors, the Guardians. I’m honored to be this week’s trainer. We only have four days together, so we will soak up as much learning and training as we can. Welcome to the Week of the She-wolves.” The hairs on the back of my neck rise as I gape to my side and land my eyes on the owner of the voice with the German accent.

Verina’s wolves fanned out on either side of her, all of them large, dark, with glowing red eyes, crouching down, ready to hurl themselves at my pack. My wolves were equally prepared, stooping low, finding their centers of gravity so they could launch off of the ground and meet any attack midair. Or be the first to strike.

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.

Paige commented, eyebrows raised. Lucas sent a professional camera with special lenses designed to capture werewolf auras. Ryan contributed a stunning painting of wolves running under moonlight. Elliot and several other business associates sent elaborate flower arrangements. Even Florence, who had been transferred to Dominic's London estate, shipped over plants that thrived in moonlight—perfect for our studio's ambiance. The most surprising gift came from William Blackwood: an ancient ornament carved with wolves that must have been worth a small fortune. "Even Ivy Reed sent two massive flower baskets," Paige said incredulously. "Is she trying to poison us with kindness?"

If you fail Taylor, you will lose me, your wolf. “We made a mistake coming here, I can see that.” Oscala’s voice slowly began to resound through my ears again. The silence vanished. “My pack is full of problems. The worst pack in the world. I knew they were messed up from the beginning so frankly I’m not surprised it produced a monster like you. You can keep your sword.” Oscala slide the box back to her. “Keep your witchcraft, we will find a better way around our problem.”