Amadeus Wolfgeist Novels & Stories

- 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.

The werewolf came, its feet hitting the ground mercilessly as its hands joined in its movement. It broke out from the woods, tearing off the leaves of the trees with less effort, and growling at the sight of the man. “You can't take anyone from my family.!” Mark grinned as he shifted under the bright moonlight. His bones cracked, and his skin stretched beyond its limits, tearing to become as tough as that of a wolf. He growled at the phantom, just as the phantom growled at him. Like two behemoths, they collided, and the green grasses on the ground fell victim to their battle.

Cassius Nightbane growled, his lips curling around his smoking cigarette as his single gloved hand tapped the obsidian armrest. "You will bleed for this disrespect!" Garrick snarled, his claws scraping against the shattered stone of the keep entrance. I gripped the back of Cassius's wheelchair, my slim, four-foot-five frame shaking as my Psi wolf stirred violently inside my chest. "We are leaving this wretched territory, Cassius, before I lose control of my magic." Freya lunged forward to snap at my heels, but Prince Draven held her back by her waist, his dark eyes locked intensely on my small face.

Edgar, Alice, Serena, Grey, Kalen, Karlile, Drago and Abby, his head enforcer and my personal guard are all there waiting for us. Azrael tucks me against his side, “I know it’s early everyone but this shouldn’t take super long. Re-iterating from last night I want Ila to feel comfortable knowing who your wolves are in case something were to happen and you had to shift. We’ll start with my parents.” Edger and Alice go behind a few trees and when they return they are in wolf form. Edger’s wolf is a massive charcoal grey wolf and his name is Leigh. Alice had a much smaller wolf named Wonder who is a light grey color. After I get a good look at them they turn around and change back, going to sit

feeling. I'm beginning to panic. I can't wrap my mind around how I could be a wolf! How is this possible? I ask myself out loud as I'm pacing the yard. I feel that same feeling; my eyes are burning, my heart is beating fast, and my fingers are hurting this time more than the first time, causing me to scream so loud that my sisters come running outside. I'm now at my knees, holding my eyes shut and my hands in the pockets of my hoodie. They get to my side asking what's wrong, trying to help me up in trying to hide what's happening to me, but the pain is so intense I can't fight it monaye grabs my left hand out of my pocket when I fall over in intense pain she looks at my hand and drops it qu

We race up the mountainside, putting distance between us and our onetime mate. When I’m a good distance away, I halt on an outcropping of rocks that looks down over the crevice. Amora is in wolf form at the edge of the crevice, her nose to the ground, her hackles rippling, her tail wagging furiously. Her wolf is as beautiful as her human form: dark chocolate fur, those shrewd green eyes, a lithe and muscular body.

"Wonderful. The final word to give goes out to the rest. Should anyone attempt to approach, look at, or even speak Enora's name, they shall be the next opponent here with me. Do I make myself clear?" "YES, ALPHA BOSS SIR!" "On your feet runt." He stripped down to his boxers before shifting into wolf form. His fur was a rich brown with a slightly lighter coloring on his chest and bright, green eyes stood out in contrast. The underling adopted as steady a stance as he could when he shifted, facing Alessandro. "You fight for your life," Alessandro said, charging at a blinding speed.

He grappled with this paradox—yearning for the simple, yet forever bound to the complex. In his Wolf Form, Ace sat on the green fields beyond the forest, contemplating the expanse before him. His fur, a coat of thick black, seemed to hug his formidable body, while his eyes, once pure sapphires, were now tinged with a darker hue. These eyes, like glowing Alexandrite stones, held a violent illusion within them, the reflection of his inner turmoil.