Novel & Cerita Fire Wolf

Even with their namesake, this pack is actually the weakest among the Packs in Westfall. Even when these wolves have an affinity for heat and flames, they don’t stand a chance when faced with his pack. The Shadow Rose Pack. Or the Night Storm Pack, where even Alain subtly quivered when he visited them back when he was querying about Unbreakable Oath. The Fire Moon Pack, according to his Betas, has a poor number of wolves who only have fire-wielding gifts. Only two dozen amid the three hundred Wolves, not including the Slaves and Omegas and children.

The FIRE WOLF of the hidden kingdom and his wolves where aghast when they saw what happened and rain fire on them. But the sword was immune to fire and protected Rala and Rava from getting hurt.

I wondered if I had any markings on my face. Then I remembered there was a lake nearby! I could go there and see my reflection. My father watched me for a moment and I saw him give me a slight nod. That was all I needed. I began to run from the circle, running out of the pack's encampment. As I ran, I marveled at all the new sensations I could feel in this form. The earth beneath my paws felt amazing, the wind in my fur was incredible. So lost in all the sensations, I didn't realize that I had been followed by another wolf. I looked over, instantly realizing the wolf was Greyson. His wolf was almost as large as my father's, however while my father was black, Greyson was a dark grey and his e

Something that smelled like the barrier itself, like burned stone and cold metal and storms trapped inside a wound. Around me, Vandwood shifted in a wave. My father’s wolf, solid black, massive, Alpha-made, hit the ground with a sound like a tree trunk falling. His hackles rose, and his eyes went bright with command as he paced forward. Beta Marlow shifted on my father’s right, his wolf a dark brown with a scar down one shoulder. The Gamma, a broad-shouldered grey wolf, fell into position behind them, flanked by a dozen warriors, all different colours and sizes but moving as one pack. And then my mother, Luna Ingrid’s wolf was sleek and silver-grey, her fur too beautiful for battle, but her

Veyra, already mid-shift, didn't hesitate. Moonfire surged through her limbs as she crashed into the first of them—a massive brute twice her size. Her glowing white wolf slammed into its side, silver veins crackling across her fur as she dug her claws into his ribcage and tore it open. No heartbeat. Just darkness spilling from the wound, tendrils of shadow lashing out as if trying to hold her back. She growled and yanked free, flames of silver fire erupting from her mouth as she howled again. Her voice cracked the air, the sound vibrating through bone and root. It was music and destruction all at once. The nearby wolves flinched—even her own.

I blindly searched the floor for one of the fallen torches, gripped them, and dragged their tip harshly against the floor to produce friction—and in a swoop, fire caught the top of the torch and I swung it to the cell to catch a glimpse of the rogue’s human face. My brows furrowed. Just like I thought, the scar on his right eye is truly vicious. It spanned from his eyebrow to his cheek. It was the main reason I felt intimidated by his wolf, now add his cunning expression. Dark eyes, untamed hair, and a scarred face. So this is what a rogue wolf looks like.

He gets all pissy and speeds away kicking up all kinds of dirt and dust as he leaves. As soon as he’s gone I hear my warriors coming from the direction of the pack house. The first one to show up is my Beta, Zander Jackson, and then my lead warrior, Kade Porter. Not only are they two of my best warriors, they’re also my best friends. Zander and I are both 20 but Kade is only 18, and still taller than both of us in human form. Zander is 6’1”, I’m 6’2” and Kade is 6’3” and still seems to be growing. Kade is an old soul though and usually acts as the more mature one in non-pack related situations. My wolf is the biggest though as I will soon be the next Alpha. Since we’re all in wolf form I sti

Then came the moment that truly shook me to my core. He called Aria the Firewolf. The Firewolf? For a second, I honestly thought I heard wrong. Does Alpha Thalos even understand the meaning of those words? Everyone knew the prophecy. Every wolf child in Cambridge grew up hearing it whispered during moon gatherings and sacred ceremonies. The Firewolf was not an ordinary title. It was a prophecy blessed directly by the Moon Goddess herself. A creature destined to unite the earth beneath one rule. And according to the prophecy, every erring creature that refused unity would be wiped from existence completely.

Rex growled and walked towards him. "You are an insolent little whelp, with no respect, and a very small brain." the wolf cursed at the human who calmly and steadily walked toward him. Rex's eyes burned red, and a dense, red smoke rose from each footstep he took. "I never taught you that. Red auras belong to," his wolf was cut off as a tendril of red smoke curled up his front legs, binding him to the spot.

What color would her fur be? Lia positioned herself on the carpet about six feet from him, arms at her sides, a naked goddess with her lustrous mane of hair and her hazel eyes flecked with gold. She looked at him for a long moment then closed her eyes, let out her breath, and began to turn in a circle. Yes, it was exactly as it had been with Mike, the air around spinning. As she moved faster, the air became a blur, a thick cloud surrounding her until suddenly it stopped, fell away, and Riley gasped. A gorgeous white wolf stood in her place, with a sculptured head and a majestic body.