Dragon And Wolf Novels & Stories

White wolves were supreme to other supernatural beings, but that was until a dark sorcerer, DrakoenDrakoen, made a move for their incredible power. Drakoen is a formidable being consumed by all evil. He is the embodiment of all that is evil. He wants to be more powerful than anything living. He wanted the collective power of the White Wolves, which would make him untouchable and the ruler of the world. The white wolves could not let such power fall into corrupted hands. They made a sacrifice to kill themselves to die along with their power. They could not take the risk of fighting with him and losing to him because he had an army of creatures who pledged their allegiance to him.

The armies kept trying and when they were not able to make a scratch at the two beasts, they decided to retreat, but they could not as Iron was already alive, and he was standing by the road, where stood as the only road they were supposed to pass, he stood and forceful pulled out the last arrow by his chest, and just as said by the priest, the arrow wounded his heart, and that turned around and made him love violent always. He was more than a werewolf his eyes were blazing like fire, the little girl now a dragon, had wing, she must have been a dragon before, and many that went toward the exit were burnt by the fire, the warriors tried all they could, but their strength was not enough, and j

“You are so beautiful, dark dragon,” Madchen reached her arms around his neck, never wavering her gaze. “As are you, Madchen, and I love you,” Drago crashed his lips onto hers, searing her mouth with his passion.Black wings erupted from his back, engulfing Madchen in a cocoon of protection. He didn’t care that he was standing stark naked in front of his gathering family, all he cared about was that Madchen accepted him for what he was, a dragon who had found his mate.

I feel strong. I look up to see Erick standing in front of me, angry with me. I have no idea how long it has been since John and trip left to get Erick. I am lost in the wolf. His expression changes as the Imperial Wolf looks into him. What is she doing to him? The wolf looks at him and then back to me. "Alexander is playing the two of you against each other," the wolf speaks in a loud celestial tone. The wolf is right about Alexander.

I heard her cry for me echoing in the quiet corners of my mind. Something deep within my soul shattered. "Rowan, wait! Do not allow the beast to take over!" Darius screamed, throwing himself flat against the stone floor to evade the sudden shift in the air. I didn't hear him again. The wolf seized control as my body swelled, the leather of my tunic ripping apart like paper while a monstrous, sub-vocal roar erupted from my chest. The sound shattered the volcanic tiles beneath my feet.

The wolf tried to shake her off but couldn’t, and when she was aiming for his neck, he turned on his back and offered his soft belly for her. The alpha female roared and her jaw opened wide and bit into the wolf’s neck, which whimpered and closed his eyes, surrendering to his fate. But all of our eyes turned to the sky when another roar answered the female and this time it wasn’t a wolf, it was a dragon.

Sydney whined, terrified. “It’s Claw in his wolf shape,” she said tenderly. “And Draco is a shifter as well. A dragon.” “A dragon?” Sydney inquired, her voice lean and tall. She looked at the wolf once more. He was tremendous with radiant golden eyes and a flawlessly designed coat. He shook himself, letting out a small bark. The wolf took a step forward and nosed her hand, empowering her to pat his head. She did so, running her fingers through the sleek hide as he swayed his tail.

Thorak Helberg. The last ashen grey Alpha wolf to stand against me. We circled each other. He pushed out his long tongue to wipe the red plasma spilling down his chin. He was injured and bleeding from the leg but he wouldn’t back down until he could not move. Unswerving determination blazed his tangerine eyes to fiery red. Now, that’s what I like. As would be expected, since he was a dragon-wolf hybrid. Helberg growled and bristled. Zeus angrily snapped his teeth together. He lunged at me with a furry of claw swipes and fangs. Jumping back, I dodged his talons. Then I surged towards him. He braced for impact.

His wolf feeds off of his dragon for energy when he's running low or needs a healing boost, and it goes both ways. I got lucky that my pack is open to hybrids. Jackson and the other hybrids that have dragons fly around the pack territory when they need to stretch their wings out. They also watch the borders at night, rogues don't think I have dragon hybrids in my pack so it's good to my advantage. There are some werewolf-witch hybrids, werewolf-vampire hybrids, and even one werewolf-fae hybrid.

I ask. He shakes his goliath head. "No, I will share if you are offering. If not, I will be back shortly with my own." "Don't leave me for even a second, dragon. Please join me." If anyone could see us, it would have been the strangest sight. A wolf and dragon sharing a kill. To me, it seemed the most natural thing on earth. Or realm, I guess. We made short work of the doe with Sarn eating the majority after I could no longer stuff myself.