Dragons And Wolves Novels & Stories

“Yes, please continue.” “Very nice. Unlike the urban legends which always say that vampires and werewolves are enemies, vampires and werewolves in real life are not at all hostile. In fact, we are an alliance. The only difference is that vampires are more sensitive to sunlight and like something twisted. The higher their rank, the more their charm will increase. Werewolves, on the other hand, are much more flexible. We really hate the dragons because of their arrogance who can outlast us. Except for my friend who I said earlier. Later you will know after meeting him. At this point, do you understand? " “Er… yes. Maybe?"

said Red and then she found that the dragon was looking at her curiously and she stared back at him and sniffled again,” What? “You were imprisoned at the pack house of werewolves and then you are still here in front of me? And as far as I can smell you, you are not a wolf, you are a human,” said the dragon and Red looked at him and said,” Why would you think that I am an wolf?” “Because for the fact that you were imprisoned by wolves,” said the dragon as if it was the most natural thing in the world to be spoken.

“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.

After a week of walking, the wolves reach the headquarters of the rebellion. Situated in neutral territory between the Land of Fura, and the neighboring country, it is divided by a long stretch of mountains. "Wait, I heard there are dragons that live in these mountains and guard this territory." One of the wolves says. "That's just a myth, but it does keep the humans away from this place." Hakan replies.

His powerful voice sounded in my mind, and I nodded grimly as the next wave of wolves descended upon us, intent on claiming a mate. Blood and gore became the medium, like Picasso's paints as we moved like a machine, precision attacks, and meticulous defense, against a hoard of mindless creatures desperately trying to get past. Varying shades of red painted the walls and floor making everything sticky and slippery all at once, and a pained whelp at my rear signaled the King was beginning to tire.

Dragons controlled the business empire, growing wealthy off of humans' ignorance, while a life of crime was the most the wolves could look forward to. Bitterness grew in Gio, and his heart hardened as he witnessed how hard his father hustled to put food on the table. How was it fair that they lived in squaller while the dragons grew fat and lazy off the wealth. One day Gio would turn things around, and the wolves would rule in Desdayos again. Maybe then a new day would dawn. The day of the werewolves.

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 didn't know what I would do if something bad happened to even one of them. “Who would want to die in a place like this?” Ridge asked. His nails suddenly grew longer, turning into claws. His eyes have also started to turn yellow. Ridge's body gradually grew. His face was already forming a snout until it finally became a big wolf. A gray wolf. “Just like he said,” said Chester, who also started to morph into a beautiful blue wolf. “We will not die until we reach our Home,” Tyron said with a smile as the two of them changed their form, turning himself into a brown wolf.

The wolves were working as a team, trying to conserve their energy, by rotating wolves and men giving themselves time to regain their energy. Lynn looked into the air as a shadow appeared overhead and saw her dragons flying circling her and her grandmother. They screeched and blew their dragon's breath. The lit an entire row of aliens on fire, but it did nothing. Some of the aliens transformed into their Griffins and started attacking Dradon and Nix. Mylan looked up at the Griffin attacking her dragons, she used her fingers to blow a loud whistle getting the dragons attention. Lynn looked at her grandmother and knew what she was about to do.

As she looked across the clearing it was filled with wolves, black, brown, grey, sable, and one lone white wolf. He was immense and stood on the precipice, watching those below. A black wolf that was just as big approached and stood by his side. They exchanged glances and looked in her direction. She had to side step to avoid being bowled over by the gigantic black panther that barreled past her on her way to the top of the bluff. She rubbed her body along the side of the white wolf. She purred as he licked her head.