Demon Wolf Mga Nobela at Kwento

I promised my wolf I would make it up to him. Saddling up my horse, a black stallion called Demon, I gave him free reign. Feeling the wind in my face, the scent of horse and earth in my nostrils was almost as freeing as letting my wolf free. Which I couldn’t precisely do with everyone around me. This was the next best thing. Demon was a beautiful beast, wild and spirited, not bending to anyone’s will but mine. He was all mine, like Darina will be soon.

Lola chuckled, “Magic powers?” No one laughed and Tristan responded, “All the wolves from the Fire Wolf clan were born with magical abilities. Like reading minds, hurting people by looking at them, controlling water, teleporting, speaking to animals and so much more. They said that the first Fire Wolf Agnitus was able to set anything on fire where he set his eyes on.” Lola understood by now that they were all dead serious about this, so she asked, “So what happened to them? “

Demon wolf — a creature of death. That was what everyone called it. A monster as Mira called it. All species had coexisted with each other for thousands of years especially with the vampires. It was said for someone to become a demon wolf, he or she had to survive more than three different blood in the body. Each blood from each species of the Moon Goddess’ creation. These bloods were poisonous to each other. Nobody could survive it. Everyone just assumed the demon wolf was just a myth.

“These wolves...this little pack of…well, what do we call them? The red-eyed wolves?” I feel Edric shrug. “They’re called demons in every book I’ve ever read.” I don’t like that. I can’t think of my baby as a demon. “I won’t call Deimos a demon.” “He’s not. What about them?” “Back at Mountain Fire, they made it seem like these wolves are psychopaths, and stronger than other wolves.” “Stronger than regular wolves, not stronger than Lycans. I don’t know if they’re really psychopaths, but they do have bizarre…impulses.”

Reluctantly I put my hand on Clayton’s shoulder to get his attention. Clayton turned around to meet my eyes. For those who hadn’t seen him angry before I had to admit it was a terrible sight. His rage filled eyes were a dark blood red colour. His inch and a half long fangs, that usually weren’t there, had grown in response to the emotionally charged situation. When he noticed it was me his eyes softened slightly. Alpha Clayton had both werewolf and vampire blood so his inner beast was a hybrid. So when he got pissed enough his wolf/ vampire would surface. As a result Alpha Clayton’s wolf Xavier was a bit different than most wolves. He was much more cruel.

“Should I take a whip? An oath, you beast!” The demon growled deeper, baring his fangs, but I squeezed my arm, making it clear that he was about to get a sock in the jaw instead of fresh bodies, and he finally submitted. “I swear on the blood and power of my kin that this night, I shall not harm the one who has summoned me.” “And?” “And I shall not harm anyone except for those he orders me to.” “Until...” “Until I leave this world!” The demon was furious; red sparks appeared on his wolf fur, his skull gleaming with reflected moonlight. Had I forgotten that part of the oath, he would have found a way to use it against me. Demons are masters when it comes to such things.

I can hear her above everyone and everything! As a Demon-Wolf, my abilities occasionally overwhelm my body and brain. Leading me to do dark things or lash out and create big messes. Not many people knew, but I am like this because I am only half-demon. Not full. I have two forms, my Demon-Wolf and myself, a witchy demon. If I was a full demon, I'm sure not even the heavens could control a demon that knows an infinity of spells…. —Id be untouchable if I could control all my demons in me.

" Iris paid the price and Felicity began pouring things in the cauldron. The old woman closed her once and chanted a spell. She began shaking and after few minutes she came back to her senses. "The only way to defeat the Southern demons is to combine the two souls. Those souls are your werewolf spirits. I assume you haven't consumed the mating process yet so you must complete it. The Blood Wolf values the mating process and both of you will become the strongest force we'll ever see. As for the ritual of the demons they wanted the blood of a true Blood Wolf royal. The mating process is the only way to replenish the powerful blood in your body. Those demons wanted to use the royal's blood to g

The one-legged gray wolf ran fast in the snow, the faint smell of blood from his amputee leg almost instantly evoked the appetite of the nearly three-meter-long Demon. The new monster wandered into this dense forest from another place, encountered heavy snow, did not eat for ten days, and was about to lose its reason. In its inherent memory, gray wolf meat is difficult to eat, dry and acrid, not easy to digest. But in the eyes of the monster, the smell of this gray wolf's blood, seemed to be mixed with the breath of the Demon race. It was the scent of the bloodline of the Demon race combined with the scent of the wolf. Maybe he was the child born between a demon and a werewolf?

Alex's wolf, Gary shook his body and his white furs bounced proudly on his back. "Mom, you're staying right here," he repeated. And was out of the office in the next moment as the office door banged shut. Once outside, Gary let out a howl drawing the attention of a demon wolf that had his back to him. The demon wolf turned and the only thing Alex could think about for a while was, what the fuck? What kind of a creature was this? he thought. In fact they shouldn't be called demon wolves at all, rather they should be called demon monster because what in goodness name was this? The demon wolf was twi