Wolves Brotherhood Novels & Stories

I may have an easy-going personality, but I also have a bottom line, and that line has been crossed. “Just so you all know, my brother, his mate, and his pups are here. If any of you lay a hand on them, consider yourself Rogues.” I add to the threat. I see the wolves looking at Zack and the challenge in their eyes quickly diminishing as I motion for Zack and his family to come on stage. If anyone hurts my brother, there will be hell to pay.

Lola her blood went cold when she thought about helpless babies being burnt alive. Tristan gritted his teeth and spoke to the flames, “Since then we have been entrapped by the Grey Oak clan to follow their ruthless regime. Founded by Noah his grandfather, passed to his father, and 6 years ago to Noah. Poisoning all wolves with cruelty and a hunger for power. But we keep remembering the Fire Wolves because we know this is not the path the moon goddess intended for werewolves. I can feel in my bones that one day they will return. We just have to be worthy of them again.”

He had a smile on his bloody teeth the whole while, as though he knew something that the rest of them did not know. The creepy, knowing smile was enough to cause unease among the members of the pack, who shifted on their feet uneasily as they watched the fight, despite the fact that the alpha was proving himself and practically flooring Jonas. Thomas was very angry now, and he fought with reckless abandon, punctuating each punch that he landed on his son with a heartfelt roar of anger and bloodthirst. As the fight got more intense, the two werewolves shifted, so that where two men were fighting before, there was a very large grey wolf, Thomas, and a slightly smaller black wolf, Jonas.

Mom, Dad she called out slowly to them moving close in their direction. By the time she found them they had already transformed into werewolves it's wasn't easy, controlling them as wolves, to make them go under the basement, she tried all she could but failed then she said to them, "I don't care how aggressive you are towards me, you know you can't hurt me because I am also a young wolf, just like you are a werewolf from one pack, I can control you, as been a young she-wolf, I will do anything to make sure you don't cause any harm to others."

Oscar vigorously shook his head. “It was more than just being in pain,” he said. “Most of the time, wolves bond with us. It’s on rare occasions that we meet what we’d call a rebel. You have before you, one of the rebels. We don’t meet wolves of his nature often, thank goodness.” I slid my fingers through the wired opening so that the wolf could lick them. “That’s so difficult to believe,” I mused. “Lisa,” Kenzie warned, “don’t press your luck.”

However, after transforming into my wolf form, I realized that I was nothing like Zachary. I only learned then that I wasn't Mom and Dad's biological pup. After that, the pack was filled with gossip. And even my own brother Zachary, the Alpha, grew cold toward me. It had only been a few short days since I got my wolf, but he had distanced himself from me so much so that he even locked his bedroom door from the inside at all times, preventing me from going in. "Fine! I won't even touch you anymore, then!" I roared at him in a huff.

“Moses, gather the warriors now and bring them to the east side of the park. We’re under attack and they are already gathering. Hurry! There was no way I would allow them to push through and step foot into my pack, not when I was still Alpha. I moved back some more until I was at a safer distance, keeping my eyes on them as they closed in slowly, their snarls loud with strings of saliva dripping from their fangs and I could tell that they were ready to kill. The wolf I had been fighting earlier limped away from me, dragging its body back toward the others. I watched as it struggled to stand properly, its legs shaking and I felt a small spark of satisfaction inside me because at least I had l

Sharper. All heads turned. And then—they arrived. Ten wolves in gray armor. My friend hadn’t let me down. They crashed into the rogues like a wave. The battle shifted. We pressed forward again. Rosa’s POV I caught Hark’s scent before I saw him. He stepped into the clearing. Alone. Tall. Smiling. “You brought outsiders?” he mocked. “I brought justice.” He charged. We met in the middle. Fury and history in every strike. Claws clashed. Old scars ripped open again.

"Well, Happy seventeenth Apple. And it is not your day that has been ruined. My brother made me come down here to bring you to him and be the first person to wish you. I had a hot breakfast date and now I have to come and look at that ugly mug of yours. "You are the ugly one. And why has your brother sent for me? Doesn't he have any more rogues to kill?" "Hey! Don't jinx it!" In the last six months, his brother seemed to have contracted some kind of disease or insanity. He had been going around tracking rogue wolves who attacked other wolves and humans and killing the said wolves. It was almost as if his brother had a personal vendetta against them. Thankfully, news of his brother's impendin

"What's that?" "What's what? Oh, the wolf?"