Wolves Brotherhood Novels & Stories

He comes around the desk, and Maeve tries to pull away from me, but I hold her tight. “Trust me,” I whisper in her ear. I can feel her heart pounding against my arm, hear it thumping in her chest. She’s terrified that Rich will hurt them, but I know my brother. I know he won’t. Not only could he disarm them easily, even if they are able to stab him, but they are pups. Rich would never hurt a pup. “My title is Alpha. That makes me top wolf. Wolves and dogs are not the same. And I have no intention of hurting your sister. My brother brought you and her here to protect you, not for me to kill her,” Rich tells them.

I pressed back against the stone wall, wishing I could disappear into it. "Let me tell you a story," he said, crouching down so we were eye level. This close, I could see scars on his neck and arms, old ones that had healed badly. "Once upon a time, there were four Alpha brothers. The strongest, most powerful wolves in the northern territories." My breath caught. "Four?" "Four," he confirmed. "Rowan, Damon, Riven, and me. We ruled together, shared everything. Including the right to claim the next Luna when she appeared."

"It's not that simple. The Brothers operate in cells. Most members don't know who's in other cells. The only one who has the complete picture is the leader, and he's paranoid as hell. I only know bits and pieces." "Then share those bits and pieces," Carson demanded, pulling out his phone. "We'll take whatever intelligence we can get." For the next several minutes, Jimmy talked. He described the Brothers' structure, their recruitment methods, the various attacks they'd carried out over the years. Most disturbing was his description of their leader a wolf named Matthias who apparently had a personal vendetta against the triplet Alphas that went back decades. "Matthias believes your fathers des

Brayt looks at me “he had no idea that she was the black wolf” Bervely keeps her glare on me I hear her growl as she tries to contain herself “and as for my aunt and uncle?” She spits I look away “it wasn’t me, I had no idea” my heart pangs at what my brother and father did. She looks me over still suspicious “I only just now found out…my father and brother are banded forever from my territory and our packs are no longer allies” I tell her and Brayt eyes are wide, putting together the pieces of the unspoken story line

As I hop out of my Range Rover, I see that a council elder is standing at the door waiting to greet me. It’s not a very far drive from Slick Paw to the council headquarters. Even though they have a chamber in Black Claw’s palace, their central offices are located about 2 hours away from our pack. It’s located on the edge of 4 pack territories and looks more like a four-story office building than anything else. From the outside and those not a part of the supernatural world, you would never know this is the seat of Wolf Nation, outside of our capital in Black Claw.

None of the blood belonged to him. “Can you stay here a minute?” Ethan asked. “I need to grab clothes for him. Or will you come with me? Are you fine with walking?” “Go!” I shooed my brother away. “I’m fine. There’s a fierce wolf right here so there’s nothing to be afraid of.” “I’ll be back in a minute.” He seemed reluctant to go as he squeezed my hand and broke into a sprint. The minute he was out of earshot, the black wolf shifted into its human form and I was left staring at a very bloody, very naked Xander.

he declared, his voice chillingly composed. Confusion clouded my eyes, and I raised them to his, seeking clarity. "What are you talking about?" I asked, my voice tinged with disbelief. He stared back at me, his gaze unwavering. "Your brother had abducted several she-wolves, intending to sell them into the slave market. When I confronted him with the evidence and demanded his surrender, your father's entire pack retaliated. It escalated into a violent conflict, a clash that ended in tragic consequences. Your father's pack was no match for ours, and in the midst of that chaos, lives were lost," he revealed, his words heavy with the weight of a bitter history.

Together, all the wolves headed into the forest to where the Lunar Brotherhood lived. As I had only ever seen one werewolf colony, seeing the Lunar Brotherhood’s camp was quite a bit of a departure from what I had expected to find. The reservation that the Creed called their home had roads, a community center, a prayer hall, proper houses, a rec center, and even a grocery store. The Lunar Brotherhood’s camp was exactly that—a camp with small cottages built around a bonfire.

It was not a big problem tracing the slayer of the wolf, for his footsteps could be traced, they traced the food prints down to the man with the statue, he stood right where he used to stay, and the footprint stopped somewhere around the house, when they got there, there was no one around and the house was empty, how come the foot print took them to a house that all occupants had traveled long before the night, they wondered and went their separate ways. After a many gossips about the dead wolf, and who might have done such a great good to the village, he announced a great reward for the slayer, yet the slayer was not found, and nobody came forward to claim this mighty rewards promised by th

"These are my brothers, Dominic and Darius." Blackthorne. My blood turned to ice. Everyone knew about the Blackthorne Pack, they were the most feared wolves in the region. Ruthless, violent, and completely without mercy. What were they doing here? The brother on the left, Dominic, I assumed, gave me what might have been a smile if it wasn't so predatory. He was handsome in a way that would probably make most girls swoon, with golden hair and features that belonged in a magazine. But his eyes held the same dangerous glint as his brothers'.