Wolves Den Novels & Stories

Denzel’s Pov Denzel Anderson stirs; he doesn’t open his eyes yet as he’s still groggy from sleep. He’d just woken up from a profound sleep. The previous night, they had marked the time of the month when the full moon was at its highest point. The Wolves of the Blackmoon pack, him their Alpha included, had stayed up till very early the next day running and fleeting through forests of aspens and beech and pines with dense undergrowth, frolicking and hunting, fevered baying and barking wolves scattered all over rolling hills deep in the woods that formed the heart of their territory.

Had Terious allowed a mortal into the village? “Lycia? It’s Jannen.” The strangely scented wolf called, lightly tapping on the wood that balanced my roof. “May I enter?” I quickly looked around my hut, ensuring that the doll was safely under my pillow before I responded, my tone almost pleasant. “Of course Jannen, please come in.”

“No need. Stay here with Fawna. But thank you—for your kindness, your hospitality. Thank you for it all.” I exited the room and walked up the hallway. I was prepared to go directly out the door. But Dane, with his Lupine hearing, must have heard my footsteps on the carpeted floor. I’m told that wolves in the wild under the right conditions can hear sounds at a distance of six miles. And wolves in the Arctic can detect a sound from as far as ten miles away. What a burden it must be to have such an acute sense of smell, sight, and hearing, I thought, as Dane himself stepped into the foyer and appeared in my path me before I reached the door.

“Buddy, we were planting, not making wolf dens.” Johanis tilted his head. “Den?” Hans walked up beside me, watching the scene unfold. He crossed his arms and smirked. “He has a point, Rio. Wolves need dens.” Rio groaned. “Oh Alpha, please don’t even think to encourage this.” Johanis turned to Hans, his golden eyes bright with curiosity. “Den?” My mate crouched down, brushing the dirt off Johanis’ tiny hands. “Yeah, bud. In the wild, wolves dig dens for their pack. It keeps them safe.”

Each wolf, with its sleek In the heart of the sanctuary, where the winds whispered secrets and the trees whispered tales, a formidable force emerged. Led by none other than the legendary alpha wolf, Arvandus, the wolf military stood tall and proud, their presence an indomitable shield against any threat that dared to encroach upon their sacred land. Arvandus, with his piercing amber eyes that held the wisdom of countless moons, commanded his loyal pack with an unwavering authority.

Emily and Liam set out on a mission to build their own formidable wolf pack, known as The Red Teary Moon Pack. They traverse vast territories, seeking out wolves from different backgrounds and uniting them under a common purpose. With each new member, their pack grows stronger, their bonds forged through trust, respect, and shared experiences. As they journey through forests and across rugged landscapes, Emily and Liam encounter wolves with unique skills and stories. They listen to their tales of survival and perseverance, their triumphs and tribulations. The pack members come from diverse backgrounds, bringing a wealth of wisdom and strength to the group.

Once more Carr spoke to his pack through their bond, and as one, the wolves began to howl. At first the women were frightened when they heard the howls, thinking back to their previous few months in the caves. Jenna spoke softly to them all. "The wolves howl to say goodbye to their family. They're telling the moon to watch out for them, keep them safe on their journey to a new life. Once you are all part of the pack you'll understand. This is our heritage. This is what we were meant to be." The women were slow to agree, but finally, one at a time, they nodded their agreement. The white wolf watched his mate with pride as she explained to her cousins.

I quickly ran for rescue, but Casper pulled me back. "Let me handle this. Search for Nichy and the other. Avoid wolves, get that?" I hesitated to let him face the warzone, but he has the point. "M-Meet me, huh?!" He nodded. "I will." We split ways to prioritize what to do in this chaos. While ranning back to the spot where Nichy and the other is staying, I couldn't stop but watch the fantastic place ruined by the Alpha. The wolves that attack us by this night is more than 8, they're masculine and their glistening yellow eyes scream bloodlust. I don't know what to do!

Chapter 131: The Council of Wolves A cool autumn breeze stirred the banners outside the grand council hall as the Blue Moon Pack gathered for a meeting that many hoped would mark a turning point in their collective future. The hall’s massive wooden doors creaked open to reveal a cavernous space filled with natural light that filtered in through tall, arched windows. Inside, wolves of every age, rank, and background took their seats around a large circular table—the table a symbol of equality and shared purpose.

I didn’t respond, because I didn’t know if I had chosen anything—or if I’d simply been cornered. The howling started just after midnight. Not the rhythmic howls of a patrol or a wolf singing to the moon. This was guttural. Desperate. Like bones cracking under pressure. “Babe get up,” I parted Lisendra, “Can you hear the howls.” “Yes, I do hear them.” She said, in something like panic. We stood up from where we laid. Although I was an Alpha but I could still feel my fingers twitch, “Rogues,” I growled, already shifting into my wolf before the words fully left my mouth.