Fire Ice Wolf Novels & Stories

Damien had himself protectively around me in the center, and around us, those remaining had shifted, heckles raised, growling at the threat beyond the flames. Behind the flickers, I could see figures, most shifted to wolf form, yellow eyes were staring back, locking in on the remaining Iceclaw. Rogues. Four on the other side had not shifted though, and Viti’s black eyes pierced straight to my soul. Around him, my step-mother, Hekla and Vargur stood, taking in the scene. “Traitors!” Aurelia howled. “Katla Iceclaw,” Viti’s wolf , Hati, spoke, “Submit and go free. It doesn’t have to end badly, but Icelaw is mine. I am Alpha.”

“Yes, it seems Neil was right, you are being an asshole at the moment.” “Lily, it is not below me right now to pick you up from your collar and dump you outside of my room. Do. NOT. Test. My. Patience.” His wolf growled out, his black eyes turning gold, a sign of his wolf emerging from its slumber, only for his sister’s own black eyes to turn copper, challenging his with a small snarl.

I could see the den from where I was, it was just a stone's throw away. I walked there and met Alex concentrating on something seriously. He seemed to have been practising some wolf skills. I stood and watched. He closed his eyes and stood still, making hair grow out from his face, hands, neck and leg without having to fully turn into a wolf. The view was fascinating. Perks of being a wolf. I wished I was one, apart from the part where they were always on the run because of the fear of being captured. "You're welcome to have a seat," he said as he released his fist and looked up like he was searching for something

Some were frozen in running positions while others were stooped, cowering from an unknown force. The wolves were a different scenario. Some were crouched on their hind legs, fur bristling, and lips curled back into snarls as they prepared to launch themselves at the enemy. By looking into their eyes, you could see the hatred and slight fear as they wrestled with whatever foe was harming them. Other wolves were on the ground, injured. Some with chunks of skin torn out and others with scratch marks across their face and stomachs. Why was this so realistic?

His cousin and best friend, Sirius Blackheart snapped. Axel did momentarily, turning to him and saying "Could you not exist?" The male shrugged, his gold eyes glowing as he smirked "I try, but even the goddess likes admiring me" Axel rolled his eyes and looked back outside the window "It's so hot" "Axel" A low voice said next to him, her eyes on him "It's snowing" "Well it's not cold" Axel replied, turning to her "How do the wolves here survive?"

“My beloved.” Cold washes over me as Nyxara steps from the shadows like a nightmare taking shape. She looks divine, terrible, and furious all rolled into one. Her gown looks like it was woven from the night sky, and her eyes burn the same violet shade as my wolf’s, except twisted into something cruel. “Get away from him,” I snarl, pulling Kael against my chest. Nyxara smiles. It’s the kind of smile wolves make before biting. “Oh, little wolf,” she purrs. “You think you can keep what belongs to me?”

feeling. I'm beginning to panic. I can't wrap my mind around how I could be a wolf! How is this possible? I ask myself out loud as I'm pacing the yard. I feel that same feeling; my eyes are burning, my heart is beating fast, and my fingers are hurting this time more than the first time, causing me to scream so loud that my sisters come running outside. I'm now at my knees, holding my eyes shut and my hands in the pockets of my hoodie. They get to my side asking what's wrong, trying to help me up in trying to hide what's happening to me, but the pain is so intense I can't fight it monaye grabs my left hand out of my pocket when I fall over in intense pain she looks at my hand and drops it qu

It was time to end this fight. The ice wolf lets out an angry growl. His worry-filled eyes were now hostile as I show my fur side to him. I guess he realized that I’m the notorious Fire Foot that always loots from his pack. Sorry, Icy, but now was not the time for us to fight. This Soulless is my main priority right now.

— Tolerable. - Not cold? - asked the "snowy", skeptically looking at me from head to toe. Well, yes, I jumped out again in one shirt. I could only smile, because it was impossible to think of a more stupid question. “Have you forgotten that I am a fiery wolf?” I smiled as I tossed out my cigarette butt. “Fiery wolves are not afraid of any frost,” oh yes, he knew, and judging by his face, this was exactly the reaction he expected from me. Stretching, I leaned back against the lantern, feeling some wrong lightness from the conversation.

It was the synchronized, heavy thudding of multiple paws. From the white wall of the blizzard, a dozen massive, white-furred wolves materialized. They didn't bear the standard brand of Jaxon's ragged remnants. These wolves were heavily armored, their plates forged from dark, frost-resistant iron, and their eyes burned with a disciplined, dangerous intelligence. "The Frost-Tooth vanguard," one of Natalia’s elite enforcers whispered, drawing his blade. "Craig’s personal border scouts." The lead white wolf stepped forward, its massive jaws snapping as it shifted mid-stride, its bones cracking and reshaping into a towering, heavily muscled Lycan warrior. He didn't attack. He pulled back his fur