Vampire Wolf Novels & Stories

I almost vomit with the return of that scene in my mind’s eye, my body shuddering in revulsion and pain as my broken heart rips at old scars and tears well up in my eyes. Wolf blood smells different to most other things in nature, and dead wolf is the most unique of all. It’s like the second our life essence drains it leaves the red fluid rancid and potent so no animals will come and try to feast on remains. It’s the smell of death, of repulsion and awful things, from the night of the courtyard when vampires almost killed me.

“A wolf and vampire.” Ben’s eyes widened.

The Vampyre extended his razor-sharp fangs, hissing at StarWolf. ‘Look at me, pretty boy, let me see the colour of your eyes.’ He tried to hypnotise the grey Wolf, but Star Wolf knew all about Vampyres and refused to look him in the eye. When Vladimir tried to grab his head and force him, it was the chance he needed. With one deadly lunge, he severed the Vampyre's head from his shoulders, killing him instantly. Dante released his grip on Tegan. This grey Wolf was special, much stronger than any other Wolf he had ever met, apart from his woman, and he looked down at her.

But for the race of a vampire and a wolf, there is no need to ask for this, no matter what they do, even a tiniest bit of mistake was viewed as a threat in their eyes so they didn’t relax their guard and was always in a vigilant state if a wolf was near on the vampire side or a vampire was near on the wolf side especially if the vampire meet each other by chance and got cornered in a secluded area all alone without any existed companion on the vampire side. The wolf and vampire races was considered a powerful races because of their fast speed and powers, the power that the Goddess Holina who was the guardian of all the wolf race had blessed upon and the pressure of their unique pheromones, p

I asked her, already knowing quite a bit about the vampires as Drew and I searched libraries for Charlie's book. "Yes, sweetie. Wolves are human until they turn. This can be triggered by emotions, anger, trauma, and death experiences. Some even wolf when they are near death." She says, "They are wolves and their motive can be good or bad. They can choose to protect someone or destroy someone. Their thirst for blood increases, and it is advisable to stay out of their way when they turn. Their bite is deadly for vampires. Not a single vampire has survived after being bitten by a wolf. No one in this world can control wolves except their alpha. The same goes for the other communities of superna

“Say it.” “Say what?” he asked, still trying to come to terms with her accusations. Anger still edged her voice. “You came here with more bad news didn’t you?” Lochlan straightened. “There is one pack.” “Werewolf or vampire?” “Werewolf. As I told you already, werewolves don’t run informal packs. Vampires create massive colonies they call hives where they live together, but werewolves are more nomads.” Lochlan stepped closer to the desk. “The biggest pack of werewolves belongs to Sven.”

Heavy iron doors groaned open on the far side of the pit. Five wolves padded out. Not ordinary wolves. These were massive, fur matted and eyes wild with the unmistakable glaze of Mind Rot – the disease that drove shifters mad, turning them feral and uncontrollable. The doors slammed shut behind them. The vampire tensed, backing away slowly. "What the hell is this?" I leaned forward, confused. Death by a thousand cuts usually meant multiple shalow cuts by blades,. Not... The first wolf lunged. The vampire twisted, avoiding the jaws but catching claws across his side. Blood sprayed. He hurled the wolf away, sending it tumbling.

“The Arctic Wolf Pack was the largest in the world, but when other werewolves found out that they were special they began killing them trying to steal their powers." I gasped. Powers! What the hell was this vampire raving about? “Pi, don't scare the girl with your stupid urban legends,” Nicky warned. “No. I'm not scared, just curious.” I told them. “Tell me what you know about the Arctic Wolf Pack.” “Well, I know around 21 years ago they were all killed by a werewolf known only as Razor Tail. It's believed that this wolf worships Hades, the god of the underworld, instead of the moon goddess, Selene.”

The senses heightened dramatically; smells became richer, sounds more distinct, and the sight more acute in the dark. Vladimir's transformation was particularly striking. His wolf form was massive, with a deep black coat that shimmered under the moonlight. His eyes, a piercing dark red, retained their intense focus, reflecting his role as the leader. Each movement was powerful and graceful, his presence commanding respect from anyone who crosses him.