Are Wolves Scared Of Thunder Novels & Stories

Damn, I knew that we had the fastest transformation, but I never thought it would be so fast . My she-wolf responded with a guttural growl, showing her readiness to take off immediately. Well, yes, we are not used to giving in! A moment and three black wolves ran through the thicket of the forest, driven by the excitement of the chase. Adrenaline in the blood instantly spilled through the veins, prompting more insane actions. There is not enough space for us, only running around is not enough, the fire in the veins requires an exit! For a long time I no longer felt such a sensation of fire, which made me rush forward even faster, showing that I was no worse than any other male. Never before

The storm came without warning. By dusk, clouds had rolled over the Shadowfang mountains, thick and dark, muting the moon’s silver light. Thunder growled in the distance, low and unrelenting, while lightning flashed in jagged streaks, cutting the horizon open. Wolves never liked storms. Their instincts sharpened under pressure, senses heightened, and tempers shorter. The entire camp felt it a restless energy that made warriors prowl, made the half-shifted wolves pace and snarl in their pens.

I couldn’t hear what they were saying, but by their body language, it wasn’t a friendly conversation. Suddenly, I saw the wolf jump in front of the human protecting her from Thorn as they continued to growl and roar loudly. I could see the human was talking angrily at Thorn then marched up to the glowing tether and take hold. Sparks and lightning bolts were flashing everywhere then a tremendous crack of thunder and flash of light and all went quiet. Not a sound was heard.

They have to alert the Alpha about this. She must be a hybrid. Hybrids were an abomination! She has to die before she brings disaster to the pack. With this in mind, the wolves turned around to flee only for lightning to hit their butt and feet. They felt electric currents run through them and collapsed from the impact. "You dare to hurt Lavana and disrupt us sisters' sleep. You must not live." Thora spat and threw several lightning balls in quick succession at the wolves that were trying to stand up and escape.

*Growl* The wolf growled feeling the threatening aura; but there was a hint of familiarity within that aura that confused it. It left its cave and came outside, witnessing a darkened sky with numerous bolts of lightning dancing across the clouds. As the thunderous sounds gave birth to rain, the red eyes of the wolf lit up in surprise and joy. The rain that was born from this energy was deadly and dangerous. The trees that accepted this baptism of rain melted into nothingness as soon as they were touched by a few drops and every beast that was drenched by the waters died immediately after; but there was one beast that didn’t experience this.

Visibility plummeted to near zero, and even Tristan's acute wolf senses struggled to penetrate the veil. The storm's fury intensified, and a flash flood swept through the valley, washing away tracks and scents. Tristan adapted, drawing upon his knowledge of the terrain and wolf behavior to navigate the chaos. Just when it seemed impossible to continue, a faint howl pierced the storm's cacophony. Tristan's heart racing, he followed the cry, his wolf instincts guiding him through the tempest.

Was I too late? Thunder struck the sky and shook me from my worry. It was like clockwork as growls came from the home. I could smell the ghosts of battle. The familiar sounds I've heard before... Somewhere... was all around me. Like ghost sounds. Lightening struck the sky. I suddenly could see all around me. There was a dozen of wolves circling me. They were agile until I saw them. Their movements coming to a halt as they snarled at me. Like they were cursing me for staring. Wait... if they can see me? WHAT IS THIS PLACE?! These wolves around me were injured and falling apart. Like even here they were decaying. Even if they had these wounds... I could tell no signs they have been harming eac

I stood by the water and kept staring into it as the night breeze blew past, making me pull my robe tightly against me to avoid catching a cold. Out of nowhere, I heard a low growl. Quickly, I turned my head in the direction of the sound. My eyes landed on the silhouette of a wolf behind one of the trees a few feet away from me. On seeing it, my heartbeat hitched up. Gradually, I took a step away from the lake, ready to bolt at any minute if it attempted to come towards me. My heart was thudding so hard that I could hear it in my ears. Now you're wondering why I'm scared of wolves when I live among werewolves?

I grabbed the edge of the window for balance. Kairos steadied me instantly. “Seren?” “They’re calling me again,” I whispered. The light outside flared brighter, no longer faint. It rose in thin lines — like streaks of icy fire climbing into the sky. The wolves in the compound howled. Every single one. Vaughn stiffened. “Alpha, that’s not a battle howl.” Kairos nodded. “No. It’s fear.” My throat tightened. “They can feel it too.”

Another flash of lightning— The closest corrupter turned his head. I shut my eyes. Please. Please keep going. Please don’t smell me. Please don’t— “She’s out here,” one snarled suddenly and my heart collapsed inside my chest. But then another strike of lightning hit the nearby ridge, startling the corrupted wolves. They flinched, recoiling from the brightness. “Storm’s worsening,” one muttered. “We lose her trail in this.” “No! Gregon will rip out our throats,” another protested.