Wolfwalkers Oc Maker Novels & Stories

“Well, I’m not saying that it’s impossible but…it would be very, very…very difficult without bloodshed. How deep in vampire territory was this village, My Queen?” “The empress said that it was about an hour’s run to the closest wolf pack.” “Any footprints?” Greg asked. “That’s where things get odd, Your Grace. It seems that the lycan and wolf prints just go round and round the village. It leads to nowhere beyond that.” “Are those real prints or faked ones, My Queen?” Lucianne’s shoulders slumped as she asked in exhaustion, “Your kind has gadgets to fake those, too?” “Well, I won’t call them ‘gadgets’ per se, My Queen. But they have this rubber mold that can make similar prints on the ground.

, I threatened. “Who…who are you?”, Aurora asked in surprise. “Huh?” “I mean why are you staying with these our enemies and these pathetic humans? You should build your own pack.”, I picked Lily in my arms while hearing Aurora’s nonsense at the same thing. “Build my own pack?”, I chuckled. “Have you ever heard that an Omega ruled a werewolf pack?”, I asked in a sarcastic tone. “Omega?”, One of the men asked in surprise, on which I nodded my head.

"Doesn't seem too bad here, this is only one of four packs that I haven't visited before." Jake sat at the edge of the bed, his hand running through his dark red hair. "It's quite a small pack." He established which was a correct statement. The pack was small and located in a very rural part of Texas. "It is. It's a pack of around 60 wolves, it's the territory that my mother was raised in. My mother had met my father when he visited this pack with Alpha Reed. My mom had left with them, traveling to Blood Walker's territory. Within a year of their relationship, she had found out that she was pregnant with me.

She questioned, looking troubled. The rage in her eyes was a clear sign of her deep hate for werewolves. Since the spirit dwelling in me no longer felt like putting her down like her armies, I calmly said, “It’s no sorcery. I am an Omega.” “Don’t lie to me!” She raised her voice, flashing her eyes at me. “You are using something to make yourself unstoppable! No ordinary wolf can beat a whole army of my strong Vampires. It’s an impossible thing to do, unless you’re using dark magic!” She accused, refusing to belief me.

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he asked hoarsely. “Like moonlight,” she whispered. “Cold. Bright. Wrong.” He closed his eyes. A shudder ran down his body. “Rylan?” she whispered. He sat beside her on the bed, hands clasped, shoulders stiff as stone. “Lyra… wolves with silver eyes aren’t natural.” “What do you mean?” “They’re corrupted,” he said quietly. “Twisted. Created from Forbidden magic. They kill anything they touch.” Lyra’s breath hitched. “Then why didn’t it kill me that night?”

The omega understood her confusion and again smiled gracefully. "I was a part of Gordon Wolf Pack," Zinnia knew this pack, it was destroyed by Vampire King himself 3 years ago. The Alpha of that pack was a well known example of werewolves never thinking about the women of vampire territory. The Alpha visited vampire kingdom once and got obsessed with one of the Vampires here, he tried to take her away, kidnap her and used many tricks to get her but the woman requested the vampire king to save her and he did.

As we crest the hill, the shadows begin to move. First, it’s the wolves, dozens of them, their eyes glowing amber and gold in the brush. These are the exiles, the omegas Silas discarded, and the warriors from destroyed packs, the werewolves from colonized territories. Beside them stand the witches of the coven, their furs adorned with bone charms that clink rhythmically in the wind. And behind them, the heavy, looming shapes of the forest-kin, creatures of old myth that Silas thought he had purged decades ago.

It was no exaggeration to say that Ebony married me in the wedding of the century. I also noticed that every flower in the wedding hall was fake, although that must have been arranged that way because I liked flowers but was also allergic to pollen. While I was still left surprised by how Ebony knew about my preferences, we all heard a wolf's howl from outside the building. Soon, a servant came in to inform us that a Lycan had gone amok outside in his beast form and was clawing the gate outside.

I got howls from everyone in the pack; it was the war howl “Let’s move out!” We got to the night crawler territory; it smelled foul, the scent was indescribable, but the smell of rotting flesh and blood was distinct. Our forces split themselves up, we kept a stealth mode. Through mind-link one of my female warriors bring up the fact that there are once again not patrol wolves from the night crawlers and we had gotten so close to crossing the border to enter the territory and nobody had come to see what was going on, I then took one step and walked into the open land of the new night crawler territory and from all sides wolves emerged ready to attack “Ambush!” I mind-linked and my forces were