Blood Wolf Novelas e Histórias

The man was steaming, his hands curled into a fist. "Make that 16." The wolves were growling so loudly that I wasn't sure if that was what he said. Two wolves came at Alastor from opposite sides. The reddish one was locked on Alastor's throat, the silver one was looking at me. I swallowed the lump in my throat. Alastor lunged for the red one, exposing me. I heard snapping behind me, but all I could see was the silver wolf prowling toward me. But before he could make his move, Alastor wrapped his jaws around his neck and slammed down so hard that his head disconnected from his body. Bile swirled in my stomach and I started to feel nauseated when I watched the head roll away and the body crump

“Gigi, don’t pay attention to them. Just mindlink me and drown out their stupid laughter. They’re clearly both just dumb pawns that are trying to make themselves feel more important than they are by torturing us.” “They’re not wrong though,” Gigi replied. “My wolf is messed up. It’s my own fault. I killed my wolf by accident when I was a kid. And I finally brought it back to life… and I guess this is what a zombie wolf looks like.” “But, Gigi, that’s amazing! That you were able to bring your wolf back to life! It’s a miracle. Your wolf has battle scars. Why would you be embarrassed of a wolf that has literally been to the other realm and back?”

His wolf growled out, his black eyes turning gold, a sign of his wolf emerging from its slumber, only for his sister’s own black eyes to turn copper, challenging his with a small snarl. Being born from a powerful alpha like their father, as well as a strong-willed and outspoken woman as a mother, all three Knox siblings were born as an alpha and to say the least, it had led to an interesting family dinner, one of which is far more than enough to give their parents a headache for a lifetime.

"It's the grimoire of my people." He narrowed his ice-blue eyes. "so, you're an Arctic Wolf." It was more of a statement than a question. "Yes," I replied, folding my arms across my chest. "Who are you?" "I'm Rolf, Alpha of The Winterborn Pack." His lips curled into a smile as he liftedhis eyebrows. "May I come in?" "Yes, of course." But I didn't budge from behind the counter. "Do Elias and Xander know you're here?"

I wasn't ready to risk my own pack's lives like that. Of course, I could be noble all I wanted, but I couldn't control what other packs did, and clearly the trend had caught on. As soon as the large cluster of enemy wolves arrived, sprinting out from behind trees, and peeking out from atop hills, wolfsbane darts began raining down on us. Alex and I pushed forward, both having built up high tolerances at school, ready to start picking off their men, especially the ones in human form shooting the darts that would be helpless against us in our wolf forms.

What is her gift? - We, by virtue of nature, cannot freely communicate with animals, they are afraid of us, - she began to explain, - and werewolves with such a gift not only approach any animals calmly, but also feel their life streams. For example, you can say that your head hurts, show where it hurts, and werewolves with such a gift feel it. They are excellent veterinarians and are highly valued at our fur farms. In our flock, sable, arctic fox, marten, ermine are bred. A very profitable business. I still don't get what's wrong? A wonderful gift, - but I thought to myself that I don’t have a gift at all.

***TRIGGER WARNING: Up until now, this story has been fairly tame. From this point forward, Wolfblood takes a dark turn. For those who read the first book of the series, Wolfbane, this book is much darker and deals with more serious, real-world issues. If you prefer light-hearted romances without violence, I advise you not to continue. If, however, you enjoy thrilling werewolf romance novels, please continue with Wolfblood! I promise it's worth the ride.***

Luke pov The black wolf snarled, his eyes narrowing with fury as he calculated his next move. We were no longer just a pack of wolves; we were a force of nature, an unquenchable flame ignited by our collective resilience and unity. With every heartbeat, the anticipation surged through us, amplifying each flicker of power as we stood against him, determined to banish the darkness that had haunted the edges of our lives.

Light's inner wolf, usually a calm and loyal presence, now surged with a fiery energy, its amber eyes blazing like molten gold. As the wolf prowled, its movements mirrored Light's own restlessness. It was a reflection of her inner turmoil, an embodiment of the emotions that threatened to consume her. The bond between a werewolf and their inner wolf was more than just a connection it was a merging of souls, an intricate intertwining of instincts and feelings that could not be easily dismissed.

Damian's wolf was a massive, iron-gray beast with a thick, imposing build that could crush opponents with brute force. Rowan Seres Velden of the Stormrider Pack had a striking presence, with stormy blue eyes that seemed to constantly crackle with energy. His windswept blonde hair, slightly unkempt, gave him a wild appearance, while his calm demeanor contrasted the turbulent forces he commanded. The Stormrider Pack was known for their command over weather and storm elements, and Rowan's wolf, a silver-coated beast with glowing blue eyes, reflected the power of the skies-swift and unpredictable as lightning.