Ben Wolf Ben 10 Novels & Stories

he asked calmly. I hesitated but nodded. Apparently, the wolf had other plans. I could only imagine he was sensing my internal freak out from facing my cousin, even if ben didn’t know it was me. “Damn it, Tom. I just want you both off the plane and we’ll figure it out from there,” ben said, addressing the wolf directly. Tom didn’t budge, he just stared down ben. ben sighed. “Fine, we’ll do this the hard way,” he said.

Bertulf was not a wolf but a mixed-breed Lycan. "Don't die," I told him. "He is no match for me," he growled back. "He didn't have a mechanical arm then, he does now," I warned and turned my back for just a second thinking to cut off the weight holding the balloon steady, so it could float up unrestrained.

Nolan questioned. “I don't think they are after you. I think they came for Rosana,” Tessy said as she emerged from Nolan's back. “Listen to your girl and stay out of it, you cursed being,” Ben said as he spat at him. "What's going on, Ben? Who is this guy?" Joe asked, writhing in pain. Nolan let out a fierce growl as his eyes glowed a menacing dark green, razor-sharp claws replaced his fingers, and his clothes rented as his wolf form emerged.

Blake smirked, gesturing at Jasmine’s cousin who was currently clenching his fists, standing a few feet away, watching us. “Wulfric, if anything happens to my mate, I just want you to know that I will behead you without hesitation.” Alex scowled at Blake. “Relax, Adalwolf. Nothing is going to happen. I’m going to gather all my best warriors to go with my beta to keep watch. And then you and I will sneak over the border.” “Why me?” “Because we’re the only two people I know who have a high tolerance to wolfsbane. So if we get shot, we’re the most likely to survive.”

"Anyway, the White Wolf's soldiers assigned for the operation later are Team, Simon, Seth, his girlfriend Rose Brandon and her brother, Ash Brandon." "I'm guessing the gay Wolf soldier you're talking about is this Ash?" Alexander said as he went through this Ash profile. White skin and red lips. What a perfect combination! Plus this man had an amazing muscles, abs, and well-built perfectly for him. Not to mention his name is incredibly sexy in his lips. Oh, after five years, he is so going to have so much fun later.

We've already figured it out, the black wolf was just fulfilling his promise to his alpha. - So, what's his name? - Decided to defuse the situation Chris. - Whom? - pretended to be a fool Fox. - Well, who did my ex go to? Chris continued. - You haven't met. - I repeated again. Zel, his name is Zel. But his name won't do anything for you. - Phoenix! Mikhail and Marun shouted at the same time. - Well, yes. I repeated with a shrug. - And you, in general, what was the last thing you found there?

alpha Rowan explains to all of us. "Any questions?" Alpha Aiden asks and none of us had any. "Great, I'll leave it to you beta," alpha Aiden says holding alpha Rowan's hand leaving us alone in the room with our beta. "Yesterday you all did a great step in your life, you shifted for the first time, we have two grey wolves and an adorable white one," he says not specifying which one of us is which color. All of my family is dark furred wolf, I don't think I'll be the white one, we take after our parents and mine are black and brown.

Her pendant—two wolfsbane branches circling opposed helms—snapped and skittered across the gravel, spinning to a stop in a coppery smear. They dragged. She changed. The growl rose first—wet, subterranean—before the body followed. Bones unzipped and reset; sinew braided and surged; fur erupted through skin. In a breath, where Sara had been, a towering brown werewolf stood, eyes molten gold. Her left arm tore free. The blond didn’t even scream as her claws opened him face to gut, a red curtain dropping in one stroke. “The—fuck—RUN!” the big one choked. Three bolted, boots collapsing into slapstick panic. She didn’t chase.

The smell of ozone and wet fur was suffocating. I didn’t breathe; I didn’t move. I simply crouched low against the jagged rock face, my fingers digging into the wet, freezing moss. The bionic wolf—the one with the steel serrated teeth—tilted its head. A faint red laser beam pulsed from its left eye, scanning the terrain. It didn't have the soul of an animal; it had the cold, unblinking focus of a security grid.