Beastars Wolves Novels & Stories

Her sky-blue eyes drilled holes behind Hakan’s head, flashing the three muscular men a smirk whenever their eyes would wander over to where she was. “Then, I’ll be leaving Richard in charge while I go out to the city. Check the borders, I’ve been hearing talks about rogue wolves roaming around the forest from our hunters.” The man called Richard stepped up before bowing his head, as he received orders from his alpha. The three burly men left immediately when Hakan dismissed the group, turning around to face Skye with her arms crossed and looking bored.

Her sweet scent whispered in the night air, faint but distinct, teasing my senses and pulling me in her direction like an invisible thread. My heart raced. She was on the other side of the park. Was she in her wolf form? Some omegas never shifted, but I’d heard of a few who did. The urge to change into my wolf and track her pumped through my veins. But a wolf roaming through the city wouldn’t go over well. I didn’t care, but I didn’t want the locals trigger-happy and putting down innocent animals.

Her elegant form twisted and ripped as the beast emerged, a monstrous wolf with burning eyes and a crimson‑streaked pelt. As Helena lunged toward me with a deafening roar, Caelan moved faster than thought, his body contorting and reshaping until the beast within him exploded forth. The massive, midnight‑furred wolf hurled itself between us, crashing into the attacking beast and shaking the earth. The sacred space descended into bedlam as more wolves emerged from the mist, growling, snapping, jaws snapping in a chorus of aggression.

Damien stared intensely at that silver wolf as it elegantly jumped off from that pile of dead bears. He was astonished by the dazzling beauty of this wolf. He felt his own wolf crying urgently inside of him. His mouth turned dry, his heartrate quickened… Damien wanted to come forward to help her. But another person beat him to it. “Aurora!” Lance rushed to her and held her in his arms, “WHAT THE FUCK…What are these ugly beasts?!” “Bear’s variant, with werewolf blood.” Aurora closed her eyes exhaustedly and said, “Rumors said that they came from rogues’ territory…I need a doctor now.”

It Really can’t be as females are always smaller than males and this is the biggest beast I have ever seen. Although the flanking wolves seem to recognize the beast, they do not stand down and start growling at the beast in front of us. I see a flash of emotion in the beast’s eyes, before they turn to a blazing fire yet again and the beast lets out a growl so loud it is literally shaking the ground beneath our feet. It seems the growl from the two wolves made the beast erupt in anger as it is baring its teeth even more vicious than before, still growling and now also snarling at us. The beast is now oozing so much force and power that I hear the wolves flanking me whimper. Just as I am wonde

Her call is an echo on the wind, a summons to battle that cannot be ignored. Beside her appears a pair of wolves, Aoron and Eta. They connect with the werewolves, seeking compatible partners amidst the pack. Together, they unleash a powerful howl and charge towards the Drider. They attack from all directions, their claws and teeth deadly weapons that tear and rend. Gradually, they manage to break all the Drider's legs, incapacitating it.

Without hesitation, Blaze leaps into the fray, his fur bristling with fury as he launches himself at the nearest rogue, teeth flashing in a display of primal dominance. Alexa and Dexter, their own wolf form a blur of motion and grace, and join Blaze in the fight, their movements fluid and coordinating as they engage the rogues with a fierce determination. Alexa's sleek black fur glistens in the moonlight as she dances around her opponents, her agility a testament to her skill in combat. Dexter, a massive gray wolf with eyes as sharp as flint, moved with calculated precision, his strength a formidable force to be reckoned with.

I must give it my all. Ironback Wolf Beasts. The monsters he was fighting were called Ironback Wolf Beasts. They were Spiritual Beasts that were generally between the seventh and the ninth stage of the Body Washing Realm, known for their needle-like defense and rapid attack and movement speed that were comparable to early Formation Spirit Realm cultivators. This was the reason why a late stage Formation Spirit Realm cultivator like him was struggling. Dealing with a single beast or two was easy, but killing a horde composed of nearly a hundred of them was a seemingly impossible mission for his team.

he said, his voice steady despite the flicker of doubt in his eyes. The beast emerged fully from the pit—a towering, grotesque mix of sinew and muscle that pulsed unnaturally under its thick hide. It let out a deep, resonant roar that forced the wolves to flatten their ears and brace themselves. Annabel raised her voice, addressing the pack. “Keep your focus. Stay in pairs. Take down its legs first.” “And its head?” one wolf called. “That’s mine,” Annabel said coldly.