Wolves Knot Novels & Stories

"Take off your clothes and get on the fucking bed right now." ****************** Knox's massive black wolf prowled silently through the dense woods, its fur blending seamlessly with the shadows. Each step was calculated, each movement executed with unwavering determination. As he approached the border of the Moonlight pack's territory, a surge of anticipation surged through his veins.

Another guy stood up, "I'm Ralph Bensen, a member of the beta hounds pack too. I like trekking. If you like to go trekking sometime, I'm pleased to help you." Lucian hit on Ralph's shoulder and made him sit in his place. "I'm Jacob Elrod, member of stealth Mane pack." "I'm Teo, a human." looked at the guys beside him and made a smile at me. "I'm Rudina Hart, alpha female of a howling jaws pack. Nice to meet you, Ms Hopper." Why are there so many werewolves in this class than humans? I saw the guy who helped me from the bus terminal to the school. The talkative guy? He's in this class too?

A minute or two goes by, I almost say never mind, and ask one of my other questions. “Remember dreaming of the white wolf?” Luka asked. “Yes…?” I answered. I remember him telling me it wasn’t a dream. But what did that have to do with my injuries? “Well, she was laying with you, so she could help speed up the healing. Our wolves' familiars can lend abilities like strength and speed, along with healing, but normally after bonding.” Luka explains, as he di,d I could hear the tension leaving him. “That sounds like what happened to me wasn’t normal.”

I could not allow fear to control me—not when the enemy was so close. Even as I fought to steady my breathing, my mind reeled with the events above. The Wolves, my pack, had fought fiercely for me, protecting the rink, the players, and the fans. I could still feel faint echoes of them in my mind—Bryan’s determination, Dorian’s calculated vigilance, the rhythm of the pack’s bond pulsing through me like a heartbeat. Each thread of connection anchored me, even as the weight of the unknown pressed down on my chest.

Any hint of empathy faded from Sirius's eyes instantly, and he wheeled on me in disgust as he growled coldly, "You're not setting a foot in my house until you kneel and apologize to Lola! Let's see how long you can keep up that stubborn streak!" I smirked in contempt—he was going to be disappointed, because I was going to marry the future head of the Serpentkins in just two days. Suddenly, a car came hurtling toward us, clearly out of control. Sirius quickly transformed into his wolf form, grabbed Lola, and leaped away. The Lycans had always been famous for their strength and speed, after all. Still, by accident or otherwise, he knocked me to the ground, close to the car. I felt a sharp pain

But instead of old stories from my grandmother’s life, the pages were scrawled with strange symbols and sketches—shorthand in her handwriting explaining the purpose of different runes and sigils. Flipping through the pages, there were sketches of wolves, and the last page that she’d written in had a detailed rendition of a nightmarish wolf-beast that made my blood run cold at the sight of it, it’s eyes smudged over with charcoal in the shape of a protective rune. My heart raced when I realized what I was holding. This was no ordinary journal, it was a spell book.

There was a profile of a stag in mid-air on one side of the medallion. ‘I have seen this on one of the guys back in Moonstone. It must belong to a member of our pack.’ ‘Then it must have fallen from Damien. He is from Moonstone.’ Miranda was looking at me as she spoke. ‘Was it that it fell off as he struggled with the abductors?’ ‘If he isn’t one of them, why did he come here?’ ‘He can’t be under a spell, can he?’ I responded ‘A spell strong enough to command a wolf is rare. I know a few witches who can wield but they are all dead.’

A favorite clearing with a fallen tree was decorated with snow-white flowers and huge candles placed around the perimeter, Lilya shuddered when a wreath of thin flexible rods intertwined with fragrant herbs, decorated with silvery flowers, fell on her head. In Vela's hands it was almost the same, except for the flower buds. “The symbol of infinity,” Ar prompted Leela, leaning towards his sister and offering his head. The deserted glade was filled with werewolves, someone came in the form of a man, someone in the form of a wolf. All members of the pack took strictly designated places, according to their rank and kinship.

A red stone appeared in the center of the decoration. "Now you're part of the pack," Mikhail's voice snapped me out of my trance. “A black alloy of metals, as a symbol of black wolves, and a red stone is a symbol of the fire inside you,” he explained, pointing to his own, exactly the same pendant around his neck. Am I part of the pack now? Part of the family ... It seemed that tears were pouring down my cheeks ... It didn’t seem, but it was so ... I laughed stupidly, rubbing them over my face, and they kept flowing and flowing without stopping ...

he asks. “A knot,” I whisper, my cheeks heating. The sparkle in his gaze tells me he already knew what I meant and wanted to tease me. “It’s only Carnage Alphas that have them. And only Carnage Omegas can accept them.” “Accept them?” I repeat. “When we fuck normal wolves or humans, our knots stay at the base,” he explains. “But when we take an Omega, the knot connects to her, creating a bliss unlike any other. Or that’s what I’ve heard and now observed, anyway. I’ve not yet experienced it for myself.”