Wolves In Los Angeles Novels & Stories

My wolf was upset. While Carson and I had been kissing on the couch, Eckley had been trying to talk to her. She was saying, 'See this is what talking to the Luna did! Eckley can sense me now! He is trying to talk to me. He is whispering to me, 'Love mate. Protect mate.' Ugh! Gross!'

The silence in the clearing in which the members of the pack were gathered was deafening, and the tension was thick and palpable. The two werewolves - the alpha and his beta, squared off each other, both waiting for who would make the first move or throw the first punch. They were circling each other slowly, making low growling sounds in their throat as they moved around the clearing, which had been cleared of the wounded. The alpha was taking his time, and it was evident to all those who watched the fight that he did not want to do this. He did not want to have to fight with his son if he could avoid it, so he was stalling on throwing the first punch.

Carr was almost afraid to hear the answer at this point. "Three of the women have been reported as missing to their local police departments within the last two days. Eight others haven't been seen by their neighbors in the last day or two. We're not sure about most of the others, we're still checking. Steve did find two of them though, They both live in Lakeport. He's on his way back here with them. They were relieved to hear we'd help them. They were scared to death of Gary." "Carr, what do you think about the Wolf Moon? Think there's something significant about it?" Cole had been thinking about that for a while.

Since the time of the ancient settlers, the city grew, and since the time the city grew, the trouble came. The trouble was wolves, but the wolves of the forest were no ordinary creatures. They possessed ungodly power with supernatural strength and heightened senses. They hunted men for sport and dragged their victims deep into the forest. The wolves of Banglador were ferocious monsters with human spirits. In the day, they would take the form of a man, but their bodies would change with the rising of the moon. The men became cruel and savage beasts, hungry for blood, and the town was in fear because of them. Some called them demons and others shifting shadows, but they were known to the world

I asked while looking back at the road. "That wolf was huge! We get wolves, but not that big!" I nodded in agreement but it only added more questions. We rolled into the driveway then and the dogs jumped out of the back before I parked. Max ran toward Angel and the sweet doe-eyed pitbull tackled the huge dog. We walked into the house and I went straight for a shower. I let the cold water help me clear the fog and focus on one at a time. Why was that wolf so big? Why did it remind me of Alastor? When I got out of the shower Penny was putting a band-aid on Eliza's forehead. "What happened out there? Are you okay?" Penny grabbed my face and inspected me.

He knew she lied about not seeing anything else when she went after Matt that day. Amerie blinked at him. “I don’t think Allen will appreciate you spreading stories again.” “It’s not just stories,” he hissed. He shifted in his seat and leaned onto her desk. “My family has been hunting these wolves for generations. They’re werewolves, led by the Wolf Man. I know you’ve seen them.” Hunters? Did Apollo know? “Tyler, I have work to do.” she groaned and turned back to her computer, praying he couldn’t hear her heart pounding. She brought her coffee cup to her lips to hide her nervous swallow.

(Almira’s POV) I stood on the deck of the luxurious cruise ship, watching the frenzied celebration of the wolf packs. The void within me grew deeper. This is the annual Hunt Festival for all werewolves, a highly anticipated event akin to a year-end celebration. This year, it was hosted by the strongest wolf pack in North America. Not only did they provide expensive drinks, but they also gathered werewolves from various packs, greatly increasing our chances of finding mates.

If I, or any of my men, entered the territory of Lazarus or Luka, their guards would take us to their leader, but if we risked entering the territory of that psychopath, we'd be killed on the spot. No one knows what happens in Lenox's territory. The members of the pack are secretive and rarely leave the place, so even if we caught one for questioning- they'd keep their damn mouths shut. These lunatics run around Lenox and worship him as if he were a God. I've heard that over there, they don't believe in Selena, the Moon Goddess all wolves worship. While I'm pacing around my office trying to come up with a solution to the situation, Annon walks in, sits down and makes himself at home. His beh

A wolf spoke, his voice filled with threat. “We are not a danger too you; we came to fight with you.” “Your very being is a danger to everyone, and we would rather be skinned alive than fight with you.” Another wolf spoke. The aggression rose between the wolves, the Lancaster’s grouped closer together and the remainder of the Jackson’s pack surrounded them. “They came with Layla. You have no right to threatened them.” Vin spoke out to the group. “The head chief said they were not welcome.” Another wolf spoke and murmurs of people agreeing surrounded them. One wolf stepped forward wanting to reach out to the vampires.

Was she feeling more for him than she wanted to admit? Every day she tried to talk to him but every day it was the same outcome. Marc told her Noah was busy. But Lola wasn’t a quitter so today she went looking for Noah again. She found him in a meeting with the other alphas. Laela told her there had been wolves disappearing. The meeting looked heated, so Lola figured it was about the missing wolves. She waited outside until the meeting would be over. Marc came out first and he frowned when he noticed Lola. “How many times do I have to tell you he is busy Lola? He obviously had more important things to worry about than his rebel mate. Honestly, you are being pathetic right now,” he snarled.