Blue Wolf Real Novels & Stories

The moment the wolves saw him, they jumped towards him, and if it were not for Camila's authoritative voice asking them to remain still, they would have jumped on him and tore him into pieces. The wolf with bluish fur growled louder, causing the other wolves to stop their actions. Seeing that, Camila walked closer to them, with Ash trailing behind her. "I come in peace," she said to the bluish wolf, who stared at her for a long time while looking around to see if she had come with others. After making sure their surroundings were clean and safe, the bluish wolf turned to face the others, and in a process that seemed like mind-linking, they all ran behind the thick bushes and came out in thei

Aurora’s POV Steam still lingered in the bathroom, coating the mirror with a thin film. I wiped it once more and leaned in close. My pupils glowed brighter than ever before, clear silver that reflected the light above. Strands of my hair shimmered faintly, carrying a streak of color that hadn’t been there before. And then I felt it. A presence stirred in my chest, filling the space that had always felt empty. My wolf stepped forward. Her voice rang sharp and calm at the same time. “My name is Blue.”

I laughed as I looked at the image of the snow demon. Both visions disappeared and the image of my she-wolf remained in front of me. So she was talking to me? The she-wolf turned her head to one side and there appeared the image of the black wolf Michael in animal essence. He looked at my moon, not tearing his fiery gaze. But the moon turned away in the opposite direction, where the image of the snow demon, Marun, appeared. He was also in his true essence as a demonic beast. The white wolf also looked intently into the eyes of my she-wolf. There was snow in his eyes. The moon turned away from him in my direction, thereby making it clear that it was still up to me to choose.

Xander muttered. Nodding, I crouch next to the wolf. I couldn’t link him and he couldn’t link me, “Can you shift?” I ask, hoping that the wolf would be able to give me some answers. He changes back to his human form. His skin was blistering quickly as his eyes searched mine. “Wolfsbane in the water.” He coughs, spluttering up blood. “Where’s Blue?” “She went with him.” The wolf gasps, his hand latches around my wrist

I answered, but he shook his head. "How many colors does your wolf have?" "Two." "List them." "Blue and black, I guess." "You guess?" "I'm not sure; I've not transformed for a long time," I told him, an intent look appearing on his face but fading off immediately. "What's its main color?" He asked further. "It's blue." "Light blue or navy?" "Light blue," I replied, still wondering why he was questioning me about my wolf. He nodded before saying, "You created the blue icy smoke; it came from you."

I watched through her eyes, powerless, as she lunged at the bear. The queen stood tall, raising her claws, a faint glow gathering around her paws, but she was no match for the ruthless precision of the my wolf With a feral snarl, my wolf pounced, sinking her claws deep into the queen’s chest. The bear roared in pain, as the wolf dug mercilessly, retrieving the shimmering crystal lodged inside her heart. The Heartstone wasn’t like the others I’d seen before, it was pure white. My wolf dropped it into the obsidian vase Xareth always carried. And that was when everything changed.

The muzzle of the wolf, grinning and splashing with saliva, clicked in the face of the man, while Ar chuckled contentedly, throwing off his turn. - Well, shall we dance? - mocking, repeated the words of Mark. “Let’s dance,” Mark repeated, stretching his lips into a bloody smile. Arnar sensed the approaching danger from behind and heard Vitali's cry: - Behind! — Violating the order to stay in the territory, he rushed to the rescue. The werewolf flew off, slamming like a stone wall into the body of the High Vampire that appeared out of nowhere. A sweetish aroma enveloped Arnar and forced him to exhale convulsively from the pain spreading in his back.

I was with wolfie in the field. The sea of indigo blue released a bit of sparkles as they happily waved, sensing my presence. My wolf was wagging her tail non-stop and panting with her mouth dripping saliva. The slimy mess was not what I wanted on my face at that moment. I needed to understand why the hell was my skin still glowed with this luminescent blue. How was I going to face everyone in the morning if I looked like those weird aliens from those movies Ken watched on his free time?

I'm watching this incredible documentary about - I didn't even know what to say, because the truth is I got lost in yet another Frankenstein novel. - I worry, Beck, with all my heart, you really need to get some air, where is Anna? Can't she go with you? - said my mother worried enough to almost throw me out of the house. - Anna is organizing the wedding, she doesn't have time to waste on me anymore," I said with a little more wisdom than I intended. - And you are the worst godmother in the world, aren't you? Shouldn't you be helping your best friend? - she said, a little indignant with me.

John paused, assessing the situation before him, and then spoke with a confident smirk, "Well, well... looks like I've got some unwanted company. But I'm afraid I can't let you stand in my way." The Tyrex wolves snarled menacingly, their feral instincts urging them to defend the staff at any cost. With a burst of speed, they lunged towards John, their massive wings propelling them forward with astonishing agility. But John was ready, his reflexes honed by years of training and battles fought.