Wolves Den Novels & Stories

The night was dark and cold in Banglador, but it was colder and darker in Malkouth. It was nearing dawn by the time that the wolves had finished their hunting expedition and returned to their dens. There was a time when the pack had all come to rest together after a night's activities, but Balthazar had put an end to that when the wolves had begun to turn against their own kind.

I said as everyone nodded in agreement. “We will keep wolves on the interior border to be lookouts and warn us if anyone tries to come through.” I say as Devin nods in agreement. “I will create rune spells around the area; it will be harder for them to enter the town area.” Stella says. “We will help with that,” Marie says.

I turn to Bear as I ask him. "Fuck, how many are there?" Bear shrugs his shoulders as he replies. "The Eden wolves have the biggest pack in the land. They protect the witches; as long as you don't mean the witches any harm, then the wolves will leave us alone." Anna jumps as a large growl sounds behind us. Fuck, I hope Bears right.

~. .~ Paws Creek was a lively hub of activity, and the visiting she-wolves from various packs stood out with their distinct colors. Each pack had its unique attire, making it easy to distinguish them. The she-wolves wearing pristine white garments were clearly from the Glacier Pack, their attire reflecting the icy lands they hailed from. Their presence exuded an air of cold elegance. On the other hand, the she-wolves donned in vibrant yellow attire hailed from the Sun Pack. Their outfits radiated warmth and vitality, mirroring the sunny region they represented.

Exhaling loudly, I asked, “So, how exactly is it done? How do we find the werewolves to feed them?” Darius was on high alert as he answered me, “Wolves know that it’s the feeding day. So, most of them gather in the dens to have their meal.” I stretched my lips into a thin line and commented, “Oh, so civil of them. Is there some kind of dining table arranged for them in the den or what?” Darius gave me a side-eye, “It is to gather most of them in one place instead of roaming around the grounds in search of each wolf.”

“The members of the Wolf Creek Pack inhabited the entire town. No human has lived here since Alpha Denver took over. The pack reigns over the Helena Mountains and the adjoining ones as well, all the way to Yellowstone and Glacier National Forest. Their territorial boundaries end at the US border. The Waterton Lake Area on the Canadian side was under the Silver Wolves, but recently it was destroyed by a rogue pack. I’m not sure about the details. We have to find out from Alpha Denver.” Cerelia gave Jefferson a disinterested look as if he hadn’t given us any information of use. “Oh, are you sure about the rogue wolves’ attack?” My mind immediately went to the Red Wolves. Had they killed the Wa

There was a tale passed through generations, reaching the 21st Century, about a group of werewolves’ special mutation that brings out dormant abilities from a family’s genetic line. They were said to be marked and blessed by the moon goddess for they were the first of her followers. They were given the title of Legacy Wolves, keeping up their tradition and passing on their special traits through their children.

He yelled as he commanded his driver. "Yes Sir." As he quickly went to his car while Alexander followed him. His heart was beating crazy right now. He couldn't believe this bullshit was happening. It was the main headquarter of the Black Wolf's Clan for fucks sake! Where the hell they got the information of their den? The traitor was going to pay for it! His driver broke the speed limit and in no time they were able to get back at northside. Alexander quickly got out from the car and stared the horrible scene before him. The Grand Mansion that was covered with thick, vivid trees and grasses had now turned into ashes with a large crater on it. In the crater laid the thousand, burnt bodies of

they will ma—arch into the heart of the met—met—ropolis which lays besides the Neptune that di—divides the East and the West, where the meeting point of the terre—terrestrial and ae—aerial lies. "In this line, my first hunch is that the Black Wolf Clan are attacking a tourist attraction here in Wausau. Not just for the reason that it is a common thing for criminals or syndicate group to do, to attack a public place, but also because of the clue they left behind. When you say "heart of the metropolis" it generally pertains to the heart of the city, or sometimes the city's landmark. A place where the most populated area among the other parts of the city lays—"

The Da Silva family was a large and luxurious family enemy of the LeStrange but because of their kindness they welcomed us. The Da Silva has a secret and they are a clan of werewolves. Not only them, there are many other families of werewolves spread across the Caroline but they are the kindest of all. They are the one who paid the costs of our marriage to the attorney and especially to my deliver to the hospital. At that time Mrs. Da Silva was also pregnant to her son. Long before we lived, wolves lived in Caroline until the province became civilized. Some Caroline people have died because of bad wolves. The Da Silva clan kept the Caroline safe because they’re were the guardian of the provi