A precautionary Warning: This story contains M/M wolf vore and a little blood. However there is no violence beyond a few cuts.
Alex, a ten year old feral wolf, had just awoken from a very nice, long sleep. Without getting up, he lazily looked around. The large forest around him was made up of very tall trees that had no branches near the ground. At their tops, they formed a thick canopy of dark green leaves. The smell of pine drifted through the slightly misty morning air. Rays of warm sunlight poured through the gaps in the leaves, easily visible as they shone through the mist. Alex was lying where one of these rays hi
The Rise to Power: Prolouge by TheLordWolf, literature
Literature
The Rise to Power: Prolouge
The Rise to Power
Scene 1: The Beginning
Prologue :
It was a very long time ago now, no one knows just how long it really was, that an strange tale had its beginning. An island, 5 miles radius in all directions, yet not circular in nature, was ruled by wolves. Certainly they werent the only animals there, but they were indeed the dominant ones. The leader of the strongest pack, for they were not unified, was the one to claim rightful rule over all the wolves that lived there. This pack was known as the Nightfangs, cunning and most fit to lead the other, lesser packs. When their leader was chosen, no wolf on the entire island w
The Rise to Power: Prolouge by TheLordWolf, literature
Literature
The Rise to Power: Prolouge
The Rise to Power
Scene 1: The Beginning
Prologue :
It was a very long time ago now, no one knows just how long it really was, that an strange tale had its beginning. An island, 5 miles radius in all directions, yet not circular in nature, was ruled by wolves. Certainly they werent the only animals there, but they were indeed the dominant ones. The leader of the strongest pack, for they were not unified, was the one to claim rightful rule over all the wolves that lived there. This pack was known as the Nightfangs, cunning and most fit to lead the other, lesser packs. When their leader was chosen, no wolf on the entire island w
A precautionary Warning: This story contains M/M wolf vore and a little blood. However there is no violence beyond a few cuts.
Alex, a ten year old feral wolf, had just awoken from a very nice, long sleep. Without getting up, he lazily looked around. The large forest around him was made up of very tall trees that had no branches near the ground. At their tops, they formed a thick canopy of dark green leaves. The smell of pine drifted through the slightly misty morning air. Rays of warm sunlight poured through the gaps in the leaves, easily visible as they shone through the mist. Alex was lying where one of these rays hi
Current Residence: In a place once known as The Confederacy... Favourite genre of music: Christian Worship Favourite style of art: Lead Pencil. So simple, so awesome Personal Quote: "One must remove the plank from one's eye before removing the splinter fromanother's&
No, not yet anyway! I have the two stories with them so far, but I havn't made a fourth for the overall Alex series. But those are posted on FA, how'd you find me here!?