Dragons And Wolves Novels & Stories

Verina’s wolves fanned out on either side of her, all of them large, dark, with glowing red eyes, crouching down, ready to hurl themselves at my pack. My wolves were equally prepared, stooping low, finding their centers of gravity so they could launch off of the ground and meet any attack midair. Or be the first to strike.

And behold there were Dragons Seven of them, black and gold, with heavy wings that covered parts of the sky. Their roars shook the foundation of the earth and there was panic across the streets below as wolves ran for shelter. "Dragons?" Lucian muttered. My fingers tightened on the railing. "That’s impossible. Dragons went extinct centuries ago." A strange figure then appeared beside us. It was one of the old bloodline wolves. His eyes were pale and it was evident of how long he must have lived.

At that moment, Rose appeared. “Nadine, I'm afraid you'll have to wait for Connor to train; he went to attend to pack business,” the old woman said and I nodded. My she-wolf became sad, something Drago sensed, and so he took my hand. “I can help you train control,” the dragon offered. “What do you know about being a werewolf?” asked Biel with a frown. “Enough to help you,” Drago said. “Dragons are beasts encased in our bodies; they don't have the same consciousness as a shapeshifter's beasts, but they follow the same basic principle. You should know that; besides, I have centuries of training on control.”

“No one can host two animal spirits. Wolves and dragons are completely different creatures—they can’t coexist in the same body.” “We understand,” the doctor replied calmly, “but in Miss Yuri’s case, it seems to be exactly what’s happening. When her wolf power reactivated, it clashed with her dragon side, forcing her body to shut down. We don’t know how long it will take for her to regain consciousness.”

“…they have far more power. Despite their limited number.” Danny met my gaze and tiled his head at me. “Do you know the story of Robin Hood?” I furrowed my brow in puzzlement. “Er…yeah?” “Well, the wolves act like Robin Hood. The dragons are like the sheriff of Nottingham. The wolves take from the rich, the dragons, and give to the poor. That’s why my work isn’t always legal.” I inhaled. “Okay. I think I understand. Are you saying the dragons are the bad guys?”

"You're right. They're not normal wolves." "Then what are they?" I demanded. "Arctic Dire Wolves," he said simply, like he was commenting on the weather. I stared at him, shock rippling through me. "Dire Wolves? Those are extinct. They've been extinct for centuries." "Clearly not," Darien said, his smirk fully forming now. "You just fought three of them." My mind reeled, trying to process what he was saying. Dire Wolves. The apex predators of old legends, the wolves that were powerful enough to take down dragons. They were supposed to be gone, wiped out, nothing more than fossils and stories.

When the chaos had ended, the citizens all stared at the two wolves who roared, as if they were announcing their victory to the entire kingdom. “I always thought that all the wolves look the same, that they only differ when it comes to the color of their fur and to their size,” Drake uttered while looking at the black and red wolves. “They all looked pretty fierce to me. But today, these two showed me that I was wrong. They are different and it was not only because of their unique furs but because of their eyes. They are glowing. I had never seen such happy wolves in my whole life.” And he was right. The two… looked happy.

Cygnus and Stella immediately stood in front of Lynx, protecting him from the threat. Enne, who was in Lynx's body, could feel the tension mounting. She knew the battle was inevitable. The falling snow was getting heavier, covering the ground with a thick layer of white. The sound of howling wind set the scene for the battle between the two great wolves-Cygnus, the white wolf Altair, and the black wolf Andhara. Their low growls echoed in the cold air, reflecting the tension that was building up.

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.

They drew upon their combined magic, their love and resilience a beacon of hope in the face of Drax's darkness. Drax watched the exchange with a smirk, his eyes gleaming with a dark amusement. "How touching," he sneered. "But it won't be enough. You can't hide from the truth forever." With a wave of his hand, Drax summoned a horde of shadow wolves from the darkness. They emerged from the shadows, their forms flickering like dying flames, their eyes burning with the same malevolent fire that burned in Drax's gaze. The wolves snarled and growled, their teeth bared in a chorus of hatred and violence.