World Of Wolves Novels & Stories

I am the Grand Alpha, the unchallenged leader of the most powerful wolf clan in the world. Wolf Academy? It’s no ordinary school. It’s a training ground for wolves, a place where they learn to follow my orders. I am feared, and rightfully so. I’m the most dangerous man alive. My senses are sharper, my reflexes faster, my body heals in seconds, and when I attack—it’s brutal. All thanks to Kris, my red-eyed wolf. He’s the deadliest wolf across all clans. I run this city. Yet, the wolf hunters threaten to destroy my clan and end my rule.

She continued. "You are one dumb human, aren't you?. They are not my park. These wolves are from all parts of the world. From hundreds of parks with different Alphas. They come here every year cause this is where we originated. The first werewolves were from these lands. It's like the way you humans go home for Christmas. I am not just any Alpha, Val. I am the Alpha of Alphas and the Elders represent the seven continents of the world. Of course there are other Elders in various parks but they are all under them."

And then she read the words that changed everything. “We were made to end cycles,” she whispered. Luka, standing against the far wall, stiffened. “What does that mean?” Selene didn’t look up. She kept reading, her voice almost haunted. “The balance of wolves and the world was never meant to be broken. But time and power have a way of corrupting. When war rages for too long, when peace becomes a lie, the cycle must be broken. And to do that—” She hesitated. “The Wolves of the Eclipse were created to reset the world.”

Luna watched, wide-eyed, as one of the wolves leapt from a cliff and landed on a wave that rose up to meet him, seafoam curling around his paws like fond hands. “What happened to them?” she whispered. The Goddess’ eyes dimmed, just a fraction. “The world… grew noisier,” she said. “Packs rose, claiming territories. Alphas learned to love walls. Wolves forgot to listen to the earth beneath their feet and the sky above their backs.” The vision shifted again. Now she saw packs like Moonshadow, though their symbols were different. Wolves gathered around fires, arguing, boasting. Lines were drawn on crude maps. Borders. Claims.

Their influence extended far beyond the borders of their pack, inspiring other species to strive for peace and cooperation. The forests, once ravaged by the Shadow Blight, flourished, a testament to the wolves’ commitment to environmental stewardship. The vibrant ecosystem supported a rich diversity of life, reflecting the harmony and interconnectedness that had become the cornerstone of their society. The wolves understood that their well-being was inextricably linked to the health of their environment, a lesson that had become ingrained in their culture.

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

He was about to jump to eat me when I close my eyes and wait for my death sentence. A second ago when I don’t feel anything and I slowly open my eyes. I was just surprised that there was another wolf but he looked different than him. He fights with his fellow wolf. He has white fur all over his body, a little bigger than a black wolf, he has blue eyes but he also has sharp nails and fangs. The black wolf hit the white wolf with his talons that’s why the white wolf moves backward.

When the sun was setting at dusk, Alpha Tate ran through the woods in his brown-furred wolf, along with Beta Mannon’s black wolf and Xiera’s grey wolf. They caught sight of a few rogues and were chasing them down. This rogue-hunting expedition already lasted eight months, yet he and everyone else doubted that they caught every single scoundrel there was in the Kingdom of Mondeideal.

The other pack leaders of the world will come after me, both for advantageous alliances and marriages, but also because they will view me as weak being a young woman. The Crescent Moon Pack, my pack, is one of the oldest and most powerful in the world. We are one of seven packs, one for each continent, that sit on the Council of Wolves, that oversees the lives of every wolf around the world. We are the gatekeepers, rule makers and enforcers and those that see to it that our race remains hidden from the human world and protected from the other predators that stalk the night with us as prey.

He seems a little too excited about that. “What do you mean interested in us”? I ask. Feeling like it is a bit strange that wolves from another part of the world are interested in a pack in the Midwest. “They have heard about you. Apparently, wolves everywhere are trying to mate with witches to make their packs more powerful. Marcus said we are the most powerful pack now.” “Do they know that not all witches have the same abilities I have”? I laugh.