Divine Wolves Romane & Geschichten

His aura strengthened and every wolf felt it. . Maddox stepped off the stage.. taking the ceremonial dagger.. he stood in the center of the property. Slicing a deep gash into the palm of his left hand, he made a tight fist.. allowing his blood to drip into the earth “By my heart.. and with my blood.. I claim this land in the name of Alpha Maddox Quinn.. and Warrior Wolves Two Pack.” . The earth underneath their feet rolled and grumbled.. The moon shone down in a bright beam of light.. a beacon illuminated the entire twenty five hundred acres.. Blessed by the Goddess Herself.

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.

Roman swallowed her food quickly. “The Azraels killed my entire pack and family. They are cannibalistic wolves who seek to take the powers associated with certain packs. We were destroyed for our blood. The blood of the sacred sun wolf grants immortality. Previously they hunted and wiped the Spirit wolves off the face of the earth. They aren’t a big pack but each one of them were alphas so they are big…” I could no longer listen and decided to go upstairs to take a nap. As I was falling into a deeper sleep, Roman barged in and slammed the door to the wall.

When my ancestors settled here and began to build their pack of wolves, they named the pack after the birds that had already made their homes in these parts. Those beautiful, winged creatures hadn’t been seen in decades. Along with the war and the destruction of the atmosphere, wildlife began to disappear. Either migrating or dying off. As a little girl, my mother used to tell me that one day the Ravens would return to these parts. When the true Alpha of wolves walked amongst us. That the land would flourish and werefolk would begin to find their mates again. Maybe someday my mother's stories will come true, and the Ravens will return. I skip down the last step and round the corner landing o

“This was the town of the wolves, and now Matt was attacked by one after so many years without wolves. What do you believe, Everett?” He eyed her curiously and sighed. “I love wolves. I see them as protectors of the forest. Maybe it was diseased ones that went after my mom and Matt. Wolves don’t go after humans.” He paused and seemed to consider his next words carefully. “Most religions had a deity with the form or familiar of wolves. It makes sense that they’d be more protectors.”

But I, for one, no longer doubt. Then I thought about what Daphne had said about there possibly being another Arctic Wolf, a witch-wolf hybrid. But if he thought he could come for me and that I was going anywhere with him, he had another thing coming. A crowbar couldn't pry me away from Xander and Elias, let alone one lone Alpha.

At the main entrance, wolves flowed like flies on shit, fighting each other to gain entrance and I bowled them over, roaring through the doorway. Wolves' bodies were thrown in all directions as a one wolf wrecking machine guarded the stairwell leading to Alina's room. Elijah Deveraux looked every inch the apex predator, his monstrous wolf keeping the mindless frenzy at bay as he fought viciously, protecting his daughter. His wolf gave a brief look of gratitude as I entered the fray, fighting my way to him until we stood back to back. "They can't get past us." His powerful voice sounded in my mind, and I nodded grimly as the next wave of wolves descended upon us, intent on claiming a mate.

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 tell them. “Good,” my father says. “Jax, inform the remaining alphas to return another day—including Alpha Caleb and Luna Marcie.” Jax nods. Moments later, three large black wolves emerge from the forest. They shift behind the trees and step forward fully dressed. We exchange bows before introductions begin. Two are mated. One is younger—newly an Alpha. We talk briefly. And we wait. “For Herk?” one of them mutters. “I’ve heard he’s not the most trustworthy Alpha.”

But alas, Mom needs my help today and I promised I’d pick her up some hot coffee on my way over to help warm her up since we’re in the middle of Autumn and in Denali, it’ll only get colder from here. Luckily, Denali wolves are built for this kind of persistent wintry climate being that we’ve been living on these snowy-capped Mountains for centuries now that we've grown almost resistant to the cold. It also helps that we're especially known for having white, fluffy fur coats in our wolf form that protect us from the worst of the winds, compared to our other shifter neighbors. I follow reluctantly behind Becca as we enter the Beanery, my mood dwindling with each step we get closer to the worst