Dragons And Wolves Novels & Stories

I said to him. Jared opened the folder and read up on the lair we were visiting next. Dragons were very different to wolves, they didn’t live in pack houses and their territories usually consisted of whole towns or parts thereof. Their members lived throughout that town and they would have their meetings and ceremonies at the Sire’s mansion or a specific building allocated for that.

did the wolves intentionally wanted JD to come instead of me? They're planning on double crossing JD. Arthur might kill him out of spite. Dragons are known for their chaotic anger. Were the wolves planning thos all along? To tear them apart and have them kill each other? Or what if this is a set up...? Set up for JD to intentionally hear about everything and fights Arthur back. The witches- from what I read in the books will do everything to be the superior race and right now... the dragons are the superior race. Oh no... They know I'm a dragon slayer and they're planning on using me against the dragons and finally draw Raya out.

“This is how things were for thousands of years. Then the betrayal happened.” The scene changes, and we are outside. Dragons fly overhead while wolves and people try to fight them from the ground. “This entire battle was a distraction. The person who stole the stone was working with the vampires and wolves.” Oh, those are vampires. They are moving too fast for me to get a clear view of them. “Wait! Vampires and wolves? I don’t understand.” “Vampires are children of the night, and werewolves are children of the moon.”

Everyone ohhs and awws over them excitedly. “Oh, ladies, you’ve outdone yourselves! They’re beautiful!” Angel says, watching the dragons as her mate moves to wrap his arms around her, much like Cayd’s are around me. “And not to be outdone by the dragons, we have wolves,” Meadow says, opening her box. Out come wolves that look like they’re running in the air. There are a lot of them, and they split up, finding the wolves in the room and running circles around them. Since Cayd is standing with me, his wolves end up running in and around my dragons.

Some of the other sentries spotted us and began to close in. Draco shifted, his snow-white wolf releasing a deafening howl that the other wolves on our side mirrored. Wisps of darkness swirled around him, lashing out as he fought with teeth and claws. Azrael used his power of moonlight, wielding it like a weapon as he carved a pair of sentries in two. Bright cerulean flames surrounded Orion as he manipulated the elements. The cobblestone road opened up swallowing a hellhound whole. Sentries burned; their distorted faces emotionless as they were reduced to ash.

But instead of old stories from my grandmother’s life, the pages were scrawled with strange symbols and sketches—shorthand in her handwriting explaining the purpose of different runes and sigils. Flipping through the pages, there were sketches of wolves, and the last page that she’d written in had a detailed rendition of a nightmarish wolf-beast that made my blood run cold at the sight of it, it’s eyes smudged over with charcoal in the shape of a protective rune. My heart raced when I realized what I was holding. This was no ordinary journal, it was a spell book.

"Our lovely host wants to know if you two are just assholes like she thought." "Hey, I didn't say that!" Ouch. Assholes. Pearl guessed she could have used a more endearing term for them. Dark and Red stalked toward them until they were just behind Ethan's naked body. In a swirl of red and black, the glistening scales retract from sight, revealing smooth skin. In a matter of seconds, the two wolves shifted from being beasts to men. Their bare manhood hangs directly in her line of sight. Pearl's eyes closed as she quickly put her hand up before she even saw their features. "Asshole," she murmured.

Taking my finger I gently wipe her tears away, and softly kiss her forehead. “Shortly after we finished burning the remaining building the wolves finally showed up. I demanded the release of Elizabeth, and he had the nerve to tell me I was insane. They think we started the war, but we were all there we seen them kill our king. He stopped and taunted me before I fell unconscious. I felt all the pain and grief charging to the front when he kept denying his part. So I charged at him, however his father jumped in front of him instead. As he lay there dying the wolves shifted and attacked us. So we fought back. There were so many of them. Both sides had casualties, but us dragons lost more. I ref

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.”

There was a profile of a stag in mid-air on one side of the medallion. ‘I have seen this on one of the guys back in Moonstone. It must belong to a member of our pack.’ ‘Then it must have fallen from Damien. He is from Moonstone.’ Miranda was looking at me as she spoke. ‘Was it that it fell off as he struggled with the abductors?’ ‘If he isn’t one of them, why did he come here?’ ‘He can’t be under a spell, can he?’ I responded ‘A spell strong enough to command a wolf is rare. I know a few witches who can wield but they are all dead.’