Dragon Wolf Novels & Stories

Moon said. "Moon, you realize my Wolf is a dark wolf, or Nightmare wolf, right? I can barely control him as it is, you want me to just talk with him, bond with him, and hope he reveals his name, making it easy on me? My Wolf is just as pissed off at me as every other wolf that has a human now. Just because my Wolf and I work together from time to time doesn't mean it's going to work out this time." Rex snorted.

Damian's wolf was a massive, iron-gray beast with a thick, imposing build that could crush opponents with brute force. Rowan Seres Velden of the Stormrider Pack had a striking presence, with stormy blue eyes that seemed to constantly crackle with energy. His windswept blonde hair, slightly unkempt, gave him a wild appearance, while his calm demeanor contrasted the turbulent forces he commanded. The Stormrider Pack was known for their command over weather and storm elements, and Rowan's wolf, a silver-coated beast with glowing blue eyes, reflected the power of the skies-swift and unpredictable as lightning.

But then the huge animal shook its feet, throwing me away, and I fell on my back, then it went to stand in front of the window on the second floor and opened its mow ready to breathe fire again. Something touched my back, and I felt another wolf help me to stand up and I stood on shaky legs and found a blonde wolf staring at me. This must be Christian. “We need to stop that thing before it burned the place down to the ground.” The young male said after he shifted to human, and I did the same, holding my side. I was thrown harshly, and I broke a couple of ribs. “But what can we do? It is a fucking dragon. We are wolves. Huge yes to be this, we are nothing a pest that is bothering it. Besides,

James would rather lock a wolf up than let them choose to become an outcast. "I will do whatever you ask. I have a master's degree in art restoration, I don't know if that's practical for a wolf pack but it counts for something, right? I can also run really, really fast. I'm learning how to fight too, I'm pretty terrible, but I'm trying. Please I promise I will do whatever I can to be the best addition. I can't stay here, it's too dangerous for me. Please." Clara looked at him with pleading eyes. He thought about when he first spotted her this evening. She didn't look like she belonged.

Yes, it's because of Dory that Drake healed so quickly. I’d have to say that I’m still in shock and can’t believe that Dory is a celestial wolf too. “Guys, there’s something I’m wondering,” I say and gain everyone’s attention. “What?” Irene asks. “You remember Rowan saying that there were more celestial wolves in the history of our ancestors. What if there are more celestial wolves out there?” I ask.

Her wolf form appears outside the doctor’s hut—light brown fur, liquid gold eyes, snarling as she leaps into the forest. I can’t worry about her right now. The only thought consuming me: who will be the new Alpha?

Michael Whitlock POV; Spirit walkers are powerful among other wolf packs. This is one of the first things that they learn at a young age, and as they grow older it becomes more common. They could destroy entire armies in the blink of an eye and still stand proudly, as if they were never even in the field to begin with. They are not only strong but also smart; they are very well trained and have excellent senses. They can sense a person' location from miles away. There is something else they can do which is much more dangerous to humanoids.

I ask her next, maybe that got something to do with me dying. "White wolves don't exist," Moira dismiss me again. "The alpha said they do," I answer her, he said one of us is white, and since the other two remember their wolves and dream of them, they knew for sure they aren't the white one. "Maybe they do but they are extremely rare," Moira says, they are rare cause they die, I know that, I'm pretty sure of that now. "Hey, Moira, little guy," alpha Rowan says joining us in the room, he shared a look with my sister and then a silent conversation went between them two, it's the way their eyes shifted and moved as they glared at each other.

There was a tale passed through generations, reaching the 21st Century, about a group of werewolves’ special mutation that brings out dormant abilities from a family’s genetic line. They were said to be marked and blessed by the moon goddess for they were the first of her followers. They were given the title of Legacy Wolves, keeping up their tradition and passing on their special traits through their children.

Wolfgang brushed Douglas' long, sharp-clawed arm aside and flung him into the air. Douglas immediately changed back to his human form, his eyes still filled with hatred, but he knelt before the Wolf King. "Why do you want to kill the prince?" The Wolfkin turned back to his human form and asked Douglas. Douglas, without delay for a second, raised his head and said to the Wolf King: "He stole my wife, sir." "Your wife?" The Wolf King looked at Lily and continued: “Is it her?” “Yes, wolf king!” Lily, who was lying in one place, hugging her body because Douglas had just pushed her hard, immediately stood up.