Dragon 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 moment the wolf appeared, he, too, was shaken by its boundless killing intent. What he felt was not the savage bloodthirst of a wild beast. It was the chilling, distant slaughter that came from the ancient starry skies! As a member of a race born to soar through the heavens, Ford was no stranger to the stars. In most cases, he viewed them with deep reverence. After all, besides their mastery over the elemental arcane techniques of water, fire, wind, and lightning, the dragon clan had also dabbled in time and space arcane techniques. As for the starry sky that was filled with entities of unimaginable power, each celestial body or constellation carrying immense might. The wolf before him,

“I’m not ready to share anything personal just yet. Please don't insist. - You are strange. - I lit a cigarette, opening the window, I said. - Nothing more than all of us. Bars answered thoughtfully. - Are you from this world? - I clarified. - Not. Bars replied quickly. “I'm just a werewolf. Other than turning into a snow leopard, I have no other abilities. - What about medicine? - Fox interrupted him. - My flock from the East Siberian taiga forests. Bars shared with us. - The climate is harsh there, but we have long adapted to life at an eternally sub-zero temperature. The indigenous people in the settlements often practiced Tibetan medicine. It was interesting to me. I became interested in

What is her gift? - We, by virtue of nature, cannot freely communicate with animals, they are afraid of us, - she began to explain, - and werewolves with such a gift not only approach any animals calmly, but also feel their life streams. For example, you can say that your head hurts, show where it hurts, and werewolves with such a gift feel it. They are excellent veterinarians and are highly valued at our fur farms. In our flock, sable, arctic fox, marten, ermine are bred. A very profitable business. I still don't get what's wrong? A wonderful gift, - but I thought to myself that I don’t have a gift at all.

I knew that the wolf was calling to me, inviting me to join it on a journey through the forest. With a sense of excitement and curiosity, I followed the howl, weaving my way through the trees and underbrush. The wolf's presence grew stronger, and soon, I found myself face to face with a majestic white wolf with huge wings. Its eyes were the same icy blue as mine, and there was a profound sense of recognition between us. We communicated not through words, but through a deep understanding that transcended language. The white wolf turned and began to lead me deeper into the forest, and I followed willingly. It was as if we were bound by destiny, embarking on a journey that would reveal the true

The grey wolf sat on it’s hind legs watching as the dwarf staggered to his feet. “Thank you. I understand werewolves and dwarfs have bad history” Lu started, “But I mean well, I really do”. The other wolf pack came hopping around in happiness, digging their teeth into some flesh. Margaret had a guess that it was the dragon bird. Lu's eyes popped out as well. The wolf he was looking at would be of no joke rank if he can shred a dragon bird. The grey wolf, leading the other wolves, disappeared deeper into the forest.

Xylon saw the surprised looks at mention of a Dire Wolf. "One day he came to me with an amazing discovery. He said that Werewolves could possibly carry a dormant Dire Wolf gene that, if turned on, could make our present day species bigger, stronger, more able to survive with humans in a changing world. I let him continue his research, thinking he was looking to the future of our kind. I was wrong. I should have stopped it immediately." He heard the muttering of agreement from the group.

He looked up at me for a moment, then looked back down. "What I had heard moving turned and made a beeline for me. Out on the trail ahead of me stepped the biggest wolf I had ever seen. Its fur was matted and dirty. It had its ears back and its head low as it snarled." Skye closed his eyes as if reliving that day. "Foam coated its jaws."

I will be leaving with my child very soon. The white wolf sees my distress and comes to my aide. She lays at my feet to comfort me. I reach down to touch her head. The dark energy rushes through my body. I feel the hate coming into me and coursing through my veins. The white wolf understands me and my pain.

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.