Amadeus Wolfgeist Novels & Stories

"Yes, I am. But as you've said, these new generation of White Wolf's soldiers are currently the best Wolf's. The best thing to know the enemy's weakness is to befriend with them." "Is this really is it? You're just interested in this red lips gay gay White Wolf soldier right? He swings in your way and just happen to be your perfect combination. Alexander, I just wanted to remind you, Alexandra seduced two gorgeous White Wolf's soldiers before and was successful of it. But it ended in a tragedy. We don't want you to be like Alexandra, Alexander. We don't want to repeat another tragedy."

he said, not through his voice, but through some kind of telepathy that he didn’t know he could use until now. Nico knew that he should get his friend off him. But how could he not struggle when he was also secretly enjoying the strong rhythm of the heartbeat closest to him? Goodness, if he let himself get horny, he would have rolled his eyes back in pleasure right now. But no, this was his friend, not some mindless thrall that he could play with as he pleased. “Hey man, stop it!” he said as he made an effort to push the man-wolf back. The werewolf was certainly stronger than him, but it didn’t mean that he couldn’t do anything. “Get a hold of yourself!”

Dante thought. Mj groaned and thrashed her legs, as she moved her voice became clouded with the uncomfortable sound of the wolf’s growl to accompany her sleepy pleas for relief. “What is the wolf’s name Mj'' Julie demanded and again “N-nn-no” Mj groaned, her voice still saturated with the discomfort of her inner beast “What is the wolf's name Mj” Julie’s voice was a relentless bark and Mj’s body responded to the sound almost like it caused her physical pain “Noo-Nova” Mj’s voice was a heavy goran and Dante could now feel the painful struggle between them. “Julie stop, they are in pain” Dante whispered and Julie ignored him “What is the wolf’s name Mj” every word seemed to cause a physical at

Pack of wolves. She felt a constriction in her chest. She was anticipating Kael, but this was unexpected. No, this was a different thing. Something much more intricate. One of the individuals, a tall and strong wolf with dark hair and striking green eyes, was the first to spot her. He quickly looked at her, sharp and evaluating. Alec was his name, and he was considered one of the pack's most reliable fighters. Even after Amora had departed, he remained unwaveringly devoted to the Alpha.

Sorelle and her whole group of maids turn completely pale like white winter snow in one microsecond. The wolf speaking the truth is Isolde Grimfen, the most quiet, low omega maid inside the fortress, and it is super obvious to my brain that her heart had to summon every single ounce of puppy courage just to say those words out loud. Now, with every eye in the hall staring straight at her skin, her limbs are visibly trembling with fear.

KAIDA I stood momentarily stunned as the ethereally snow-white wolf vanished from sight, its head turning towards me at the precise moment I whispered Malachi's name – a coincidence, or something more? The image of an obsidian-black wolf, eerie yet majestic, had been my mental picture of his true form, its midnight coat a fitting backdrop for his piercing green eyes. This pearly white creature was a stark contrast, one that left me questioning my assumptions.

- I, as the alpha of the pack, on a mental level can call any wolf or she-wolf of my pack. - What about me? - No, Leah, neither I can hear your wolf, - he climbed a couple of steps, so that now our faces are on the same level, - and she does not hear my wolf. Thanks to this one,” he stretched his hand to my neck and, picking up the cord, pulled out my cross-artifact, “an amusing little thing. Maxim grabbed the cross and clenched it in his fist, at that moment I was as if scorched by heat, a ringing sounded in my head, as if a bell had been struck nearby.

“Yes. That’s the only class of Amadeus wolf you can match with.” For a moment, Dennis’s face cycles through an almost comical series of shades — shock, a flicker of humiliation, then… relief. I can’t help the thought that flickers in the back of my mind, remembering a line from one of the books I once read: “While the Amadeus wolves did not possess longer lifespans or unique abilities compared to other werewolves, their natural wolf abilities were significantly enhanced. They demonstrated superior strength, speed, and healing capabilities. To put their power into perspective, there were no Omega wolves born into the Amadeus pack. Their average Delta wolf was comparable in strength to a Beta

“Dysnomia, daughter of the witch wolf hybrid Althea and the dragon prince Einarr, host of the wolf spirit Pseudea…“ “Now you need to correct him,” Aminta hisses. “Gamma Magnar, my wolf has asked me to set the record straight, her name is Aminta not Pseudea,” while I speak I keep my eyes trained on Zared. When I mention Aminta his eyes go large and a look of shock and anger crosses his face, but he remains silent.

In my head, I heard the reply, 'Neither do I. Oh my Goddess! I have a wolf!