Dragon And Wolf Novels & Stories

Before he could utter a word, his door burst open, revealing the formidable black wolf. Recognition dawned on Drax's face, morphing into panic as the women screamed, seeking refuge in the bedsheets. In a desperate bid for escape, Drax made for the window, but the wolf, Blaise in his primal form, was in relentless pursuit. Both plummeted out the window, transforming mid-air. Drax, now a wolf, landed awkwardly, receiving a deep gash from Blaise's vicious attack. A guttural growl escaped him as he fought off his assailant and fled into the underbrush.

The Alpha wolf had teamed up with the three strongest witches to make him the most powerful supernatural, or at least a close match to our king, I wonder what the Alpha wolf had promised the witches in return. I starred in shock as I watched the Alpha’s aura grow stronger throughout the room, Draq’s eyes turned golden the color of Tianlong, and I knew his dragon was lending him the strength of the gods to overcome Alpha Ash’s aura, but even the great strength of the gods could not stop his wrath.

Draco was a wolf. The rogues lunged, snarls filling the air. The black wolf that was Draco collided with one midair, the impact shaking the floor as he ripped its throat with a savage bite. Blood sprayed, hot and metallic. Another rogue tried to circle me, but a second wolf — one of Draco’s men, maybe — intercepted it with snapping jaws. I pressed against the wall, hands trembling, breath shallow. My mind screamed to run, but my legs refused to move. This was madness. A nightmare.

He couldn’t believe what his mate said ! Lyon bared his neck, panting, eyes glowing with his wolf. “Mark me, you bastard !” And then it happened. The divine union of predator and flame, wolf and dragon — a mating not just of bodies, but of souls. Two species. Two hearts. One destiny.

Haldor asks with real interest. “Yes. Why does it matter?” “Where I come from we call that a dragon aura.” “So Bryce is a dragon now?” I ask, finding it impossible to hide the disbelief in my voice. “No. Dragons are myth, you majesty,” Haldor says and gives me a weird look. “But the dragon aura belongs to wolves who are… of unknown origin and usually part of the ancient bloodlines. The first wolves. They are known for their unspeakable evil and cruelty.”

She let herself down and allowed the spirit to go into her. She groaned as she changed Into a huge wolf, the size of a lion. It was strange, for a newly formed wolf to be as big as she was. Something was behind it and the answer wasn't far-fetched. She was a mixed breed... Daughter of a werewolf and a witch. She's a were a witch. A rare breed, born once in a century.

She nodded, trying to guess the direction of their current conversation. “They are all real. And wait, I know what you think right now. You may think this is strange, but they are all real. For example, the me who is in front of you right now. I'm a werewolf, and so is Bianca who is a vampire.” "Wolf? Vampire?” “Then my friend who you will meet soon is a dragon. He's already eight hundred years old, but that doesn't mean he's a conservative dragon-type like a normal dragon I have to admit, it's annoying.”

Far larger than any wolf, larger than any Alpha. Silver scales covered portions of its body, massive wings folded against its back, golden eyes glowed in the darkness. Its claws alone were longer than my forearm. The beast towered above me. Ancient. Terrifying. Impossible. A Dragon Wolf. My heart stopped, every story I had ever heard claimed they were extinct, dead, gone for thousands of years yet one stood before me alive and watching. My body locked in place. I couldn't move, couldn't breathe, couldn't think.

She saw the red dragon soaring down for another attack when she suddenly transformed into her phoenix and broke through the wall. Fueled by anger, the Phoenix flew directly into the red dragon, slicing his neck open. He tried to sink his teeth into her, and she kicked him with both feet. He quickly sunk his talon into her thigh, and she screeched in pain. The dragon hit her in the head with his powerful tail and knocked her out. Cyrus had her now, and he took off with her in his talons.

Stumbling through the entrance in a wobbly state, warped her surroundings once more and teleported her into her home, where she found a large wolf waiting. Ears perked up at her arrival and its gaze flicked to her as she fell over in surprise. The wolf was large, with glossy fur as black as the cosmos, a long, fluffy tail that swished to a steady rhythm, and eyes like glittering gold. It approached her lightly. Using its nose, it nudged her hand up to say she could touch. She hesitated, slightly recoiling in fear. The wolf closed its eyes in understanding and nuzzled her hand in encouragement. The softness of its fur soothed her instantly and it leaned into her touch before shifting into its