Wolves Of Mercy Falls Novels & Stories

The fierce claw Pack wolves could smell the rival gang before they could see them, and Matt knew the Dark Crescent wolves could sense their arrival as well. He watched as Clark began to run even faster, as if he would be able to tear the concrete walls down with his bare hands if it meant getting to trivia faster. Having heard the rumors of what the Dark Crescent wolves do to omegas, he could not blame Clark for his hasty alpha-driven decision making. He wanted trivia back too. They reached another wing of the building that was blocked. Clark began ramming his body into the heavy wooden doors, in a desperate attempt to try to rip them open. Steve and Fernandez joined in and the astronomica

"For trusting me, for standing with me even when I'm choosing violence over mercy." "Sometimes mercy and violence are the same thing." I kiss the top of her head. "Sometimes the most merciful thing you can do is put down wolves who'll never stop hurting others."

“ We have come to restore her life. Her duty has been fulfilled, and she shall be set free from the fate that bound us together.” Alexa couldn't understand what the wolf meant, but she assumed that he meant that they would help Mercedes since she had fulfilled her duty. All they had to do was watch and see. . The wolf’s eyes glowed golden and so did the rest of the other wolves. They lifted their heads to the sky, still surrounding Mercedes and howled together. A stream of golden glowing realm circled around Mercedes's body and the energy of the White Wolves started leaving her body. At that moment, Mercedes opened her eyes, which were glowing golden like those of the wolves.

The packhouse could burn to the ground as long as my wolves lived. The mercenaries took the bait. Pushed deeper into the building, thinking they were winning. Thinking we were retreating in fear. They didn't understand pack bonds. Didn't understand how True Alpha power let me coordinate every single wolf simultaneously. Didn't understand they were walking into a killing zone. "Now." I sent the command the moment they were fully inside. "Spring the trap." Warriors who'd appeared to flee suddenly became attackers. Civilians who looked helpless shifted and struck. Elder Iris dropped glamour spells that had hidden a dozen of our strongest fighters. The mercenaries found themselves surrounded, ou

Wolves that did not carry the scent of Silver Moon. My mother wasn’t anywhere in sight. There was just these wolves and I knew one of them was a woman. Had they purposely lured me out? There was no time to think as I got into action. I gripped the dagger tighter as the first wolf lunged at me. I ducked, narrowly avoiding being ripped apart by his claws. Stepping aside, I avoided his second attack. Then I slashed down with my dagger, slicing through the wolf’s side. I aimed at his torso next but this time, he knocked me off my feet with a growl.

Rhea’s POV The mighty beast turned the demons to ashes in a single swipe of its paws. Mercy stared in shock as she saw the wolf killing the demons that were about to kill her. She seemed to realize that she had just been saved from death, and she was never even aware of the danger that she was in. Her expression changed from shock to understanding and finally gratefulness. “Thanks Adrian! I should have been more careful. My bad!” she said simply as if it was everyday she saw men who changed to wolves in front of her.

His wolf was struggling to break free and run wild, and it took all of his willpower to stop that from happening. Following the exact directions that Duncan gave to him, he soon came upon what he was sure was the pack prison. There was only one werewolf standing guard in front of it. Praying to the moon goddess that he was not walking into a trap, Michael made quick work of incapacitating the werewolf and burying the silver dagger that Duncan had given him into his heart until he was dead. These assholes were busy torturing a defenseless woman and kid, not to talk of killing innocent people all because they were power drunk. They did not deserve any mercy whatsoever from him.

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 loved coming to the casino, not to gamble, the supply of liquor, always managed to put a smile on his face. Wolves who had an issue with shifting or who haven’t found their mate, tended to drink. Sex wasn’t good enough for them because the only women they could fuck were humans, and their holes were too small to accommodate our fat cocks. Frustrated to the point of madness was not an understatement. No, we needed mates. For some reason their holes were bigger and could satisfy us completely. Yet, Winter never had this issue. In some ways he was the perfect one out of us three.

"I was cruelly frozen. I was violently taken. I was helplessly held in her dark realm. It was absolutely not painful. It was absolutely not cruel. It was simply... deeply quiet." "Deep quiet is absolutely not mercy," an angry wolf called out loudly. "No. But it is certainly not cruel torture either." Proud Orion stood firmly beside her. "She could have cruelly unmade me completely. She could have erased my precious spirit and selfishly used my helpless body as her own vessel. She absolutely did not do that. She gently held me. She patiently waited. She mercifully released me." "You are far too dangerously close to her." "I am deeply close to the simple truth. The dark Eclipse is absolutely n