Death Wolf X Loona Novels & Stories

So he started following the sound into a wooded area that separated the paths of the main buildings to those of the ranked wolf dorms. Then he caught her scent, mixed with fear, and if I thought I'd never seen him this angry before, well I was surprised at how much more angry he got. Our enhanced eyesight with him in control allowed us to see farther through the night than I usually could, and that's when we saw them. We saw her trying to fight him off, and I could feel Lunar's pride when she punched him in the throat before punching him in the face and then the chest. But when his wolf came forward Lunar jumped into action moving quickly and stealthily through the trees until we were right

She yelled at the pain of hearing and feeling her bones break and restructure into the werewolf which she had hidden deep within her. Her skin was thick and wild too, and the moment she lifted her head, her eyes had changed, and her muzzle was large, growling aloud at the Phantom before she rushed after it. She moved at a fast pace, striking the Phantom hard around its jaw and its abdomen, throwing it off the ground with all her strength towards a tree. She growled again in the dead of the night, showing off her feats towards the phantom who had cut it short by getting off its feet and jumping on her.

she said pressing me down on the ground with her full weight. Just then we heard a wolf barking at us viciously, which made her back away from me as she shared a steady eye gaze with the wolf. The wolf was huge in size and brown in color, on closer look we noticed she was a she-wolf and didn't look like she was a rogue. Even though Jessica tries to act all bravely, there was fear in her eyes as she felt intimidated by the size of the wolf. Another thing about the wolf was the fact that she didn't want to attack us. As her attention was directed to me.

“Much better than this stamp of shame.” “How is this a stamp of shame? You’re embarrassed of your own kind?” Ariah prodded. “That’s not what I mean,” Celeste snorted. “I love being a wolfie. I just think this thing is ugly. Look how pretty hers is.” “True though,” Nate admitted. “Yours look like a crescent moon with a cute pattern and—” he pulled a face. “Not sure what those are called.” “They look like those symbols in the book of the divine,” Ariah sounded thoughtful.

She stood out like a sore thumb. "So, you were attacked in the woods by an outcast? Lucky you." Roxy flipped her hair behind her shoulder. It seemed like she was the leader of this group. "Lucky?" Clara was confused. "Being a wolf is an honor." Roxy showed no hint of sarcasm. "The moon goddess must have shined down on you. Welcome to the pack." The other three girls repeated the sentiment. Clara found herself relaxing a little. They wore the look of mean girls, but didn't seem to fit that persona. Roxy stared at Clara, making her feel the need to speak.

Her wolf is large and her eyes have a violet glow. Xavier claps and coos and giggles and emits a violet Aura that seems to travel between Lena and himself. They are connected, but how?

To give the howl a voice, Lunara shaped four Primordial Wolves, each born from a different aspect of herself: Solmir, the Wolf of Dawn, and bringer of warmth and wind who was made from her light. Veyla, the Wolf of Dusk, bringer of mystery and forests who was drawn from her shadow. Kaelstrom, the Wolf of Storms, and bringer of lightning, rain, and rivers who was formed from her silver tears Nerath, the Shadowless Wolf, and keeper of secrets and the unseen who was shaped from pure void.

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.

“I don’t know.” A soft growl drew our attention and we turned to see two wolves playing in the grass. One was a breathtaking silver wolf with icy eyes that mirrored mine. I recognized the wolf. “Aria.” I whispered. What was she doing here? My attention turned to the other wolf, it was jet black, huge and had striking golden eyes. “And Leo,” Xander said, his voice filled with awe. The two wolves tumbled, growled and playfully bit each other as they played. They had a deep bond and it was obvious, they were familiar with each other.