Wolves Marvel Novels & Stories

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

“I think we should answer their questions first considering they clearly aren’t from here. We can learn all about them later.” Dain’s eyes narrowed on the two of us. Clearly, he didn’t trust us either. They softened when they returned to his fiery haired mate. “Very well,” He hummed, “We are Wolves, and you are in the Iridescence Pack. My pack.” Rachel cleared her throat loudly and he smiled apologetically, “Sorry, I meant our pack. Here there is no such thing as Lycans or otherwise.” An unmistakable glimmer of interest filled his eyes, both of which swirled like miniature galaxies. “I’ve studied the water for quite some time, but never have I seen it transcend realms before. It must’ve take

I'm surprised that just as Tommy said, I'm worried about Maximilian's safety as well. Obviously, part of it is that he's the only one standing between those vicious wolves who were searching for me. And the other... well, it is possible that despite everything, I don't really hate him as much anymore. As Maximilian gently lowers me to the ground, one of the wolves pounces at us. He lets go of me and I fall onto the battered car, turning just in time to see Maximilian pounce at the wolf too, slamming into him. In a split second, the fabric of his suit flies everywhere, and standing before me is the whitest and most enormous wolf I've ever seen. He must be at least twice the size of the three

I was rooting for him and Alex all of a sudden because they were the only important people in my life here. A female wolf came to Alex's side and tried to tend to his wounds to ease his pain. She put some liquid from her mouth on the wound to probably stop the wounded area from getting infected, Alex winced in pain. His body was open as he had only a part of his shorts on, just enough to cover his private area. I stared at his build for a while and walked closer to him to stay. The wolf stared at me with those intense eyes of hers, they were so beautiful. Why would anyone want to hurt such beautiful creatures? I raised my hand in surrender, showing that I had no weapons of any sort and I was

If you let me take over, I can help! I closed my eyes for a moment, wondering how Eluna could fight when I had no idea. I'd stopped questioning exactly what Eluna knew and how she knew it after the first day I'd been brought back to the pack. But I still had to admit a part of me was curious. I had been told it wasn't unheard of for a werewolf to "split" the personalities of themselves and their wolf when their wolf was weaker, especially if they were an omega. But this didn't just feel like a split...it felt like we were two separate entities.

"It's your father. He's demanding wolves join his pack, and if they don't…" Her words hung in the air between us. What was my father doing with other wolves? Whatever it was, it wasn't good and I had a sinking sensation in my gut. The wolves attacking us were involved too. They had to be. I know Winter heard her, but him not saying anything told me he was wary of her yet giving me space to find out more. "Um... I'll need to discuss it with my mates first before I can agree to anything." "Wow. Thank you." She hugged me. "I don't know what I'd do with three mates. You're so lucky."

A rustle of snow. A shadow moved. Then— A lone wolf stepped out of the darkness. Massive. Black fur. Eyes glowing silver. Rylan stiffened instantly. “Not possible.” Kade swore. “That can’t be—” Lyra’s heartbeat tripped. The wolf lowered its head… in a bow. “What is that?” she whispered. Rylan’s voice was barely human. “A sentinel.” Lyra’s breath caught. Sentinels were ancient wolves said to serve only one bloodline—one house. A house believed extinct.

"Anyway, Ayla is my family too, and I want to help however I can." "Seems like we’ve got a good group," Marah chirps, getting up and clapping. "Two big, strong men with a great pedigree and an ice babe. And of course, a little witch with a very vengeful side," she continues, her eyes flashing red. "I think we should be able to handle those elemental wolfies, don’t you think?" "Elemental?" Isabella repeats, her eyes growing wide. "We’re going up against elemental wolves? Do you think they could be?"

Her voice was quiet, but heavy. “The wolves of the Eclipse.” Luka frowned. “What about them?” She lifted her gaze, and for the first time since waking, she looked truly, deeply unnerved. “According to this,” she murmured, “they weren’t just wolves.” She slowly turned the book around, revealing an aged illustration. Two wolves stood beneath an eclipsed moon—one black, one white. Tangled together. Bound. She took a slow breath. “They were more than mates.” Theoden’s jaw clenched.

A sandy hued wolf appears from nowhere and blocks her path, growling until she stumbles back. All across the valley, wolves find each other. The battle is over. In its place is a homecoming. But here, at the center, the thirteen witches stand alone. Their stolen army has come back to itself, and now, there is nowhere left to run. I stand at the forefront next to Marek, my chest heaving from the desperate surge of victory. The battle has long since shifted, and what once was chaos is now stillness in the dawn air. Wolves, full of their own rediscovered strength, watch with growling restraint. More warriors stand ready behind them, ready to pounce at the first sign of the witches’ resurgency—b