Fnaf Wolves Novels & Stories

Calissa said stepping forward. With Ryan and Luther by my side, Calissa and Christine behind me I make my way down the steps. I want to greet these new wolves. I can tell just by looking at them they are scared and confused. They are a mix of men and women. Ages from maybe twenty to maybe sixty. It is hard to tell with wolves because they age differently than humans. The aging slows when we hit our twenties. Stop when they are just five feet in front of me. I know my guardians and a few warriors are behind me.

Just get rid of everything that was so pressing and getting on your nerves. Which is what I did. White Porsche Cayenne Vadim again flaunted his greatness, and beckoning to a further plan of action. The only thing I did not take into account was two hefty mules who stepped out of the darkness and blocked my path. With a height of at least two meters, and in the shoulders no worse than Rinat, the werewolves demonstrated by their very appearance that it was better not to mess with them. The familiar cut of black formal suits over white shirts, as well as the fact that I saw them for the first time, made it clear that they were Yang's people. Both are black-eyed and dark-haired. Black wolves.

Wolf Nation Times pops up first on my screen of news outlets. ’MURDER AT THE CLAIMING DISRUPTS CELEBRATIONS’ ’ARIANA ERICKSON MATED TO ALPHA ARES MARTIN OF FREEDOM RIDGE PACK, DOES THIS MEAN WAR IN WOLF NATION?’ ’FORMER ALPHA LUCIAN CHEATS LOOPHOLE WITH SUICIDE’

Lana's gasp of terror could be heard as she looked out the window, Maddie's cries still audible over the sound of my snarling and the rogues' growling as they closed in. "Maddie go in your bedroom, sweetheart," Lana called softy, and the shake in her voice gave me all the motivation I needed to lunge forward, taking down the biggest wolf with me. The wolves around us howled and yipped in excitement as our teeth and claws collided. They weren't prepared for the kind of fight I was willing to give to protect my family. I latched my teeth down, getting a hold of his throat as he kicked and bucked to get me to release my jaw.

Dean’s POV continued- The cells are usually kept pretty dark. Since the wolves have better night vision it’s not a problem for them, but when we turn the bright spot lights on it sure makes it a lot worse for them too. We keep the observation area dark so the rogue can’t see everyone in the room. I decided not to tell Alec and Zander because, well, I still wanted to have a little fun. We got to the interrogation area and I held up a hand so they knew to hold back a bit, then I gave the signal for the lights. The flinching and barely audibly cursing coming from the wolves? Worth it. It took a second for them to recover and I tried my best to hide my smirk as Alec looked at me.

When asked if anyone had anything to add, Delaney stood and said “Your honor.. I am Delaney Stone. This man was my stepfather and I am one of his victims. Whatever your decision here today.. only affects me.. and my brother.. if he doesn’t leave us alone. We are residing in the Warrior Wolves Pack in northern Idaho. I say that so he knows where we are. He should probably avoid that area for the rest of his life. Wolves pack territory are exempt from human law.” Venom stood beside her and said “I have no warning to give you, Walters. I have a warning. Come for my family.. and you won’t walk away.” Marcus never opened his mouth the entire time Delaney or Venom spoke.. then he said “I want to s

Tristan nods, still looking unhappy but listening. "We've had around 2,000 wolves arrive today, all from packs with well known grudges with the Lycan" Shayne smiles, "We won't have time to screen all individual wolves, but the ones coming from closer packs will be Armina's focus, they come with risks" Tristan nods in agreement.

The other three’s smiles quickly fell at the same time their comrade fell on the floor, lifeless. Fenrir sighed, wiping the blood off of his face. “Didn’t I already warn your chief to keep off my property? Well, this is one way to pay for that. I’ll consider us even, then.” “W-Who are ‘ya?” They stuttered. “C-Claws… You’re a werewolf?” “…The name’s Fenrir Fauntleroy.” Color never drained from their faces so fast it was as if they were sucked out. They dropped their weapons and whispered, as if dazed, “The mad dog…”

I had thought dying wolves were always ready to tell the truth on their last days but that wasn't the case. Bean Fangworth was different. That old man wouldn't tell a word. He wouldn't even mind if his son got hurt while protecting the secret, nothing could change his mind. "Will you just tell me the truth?" I yelled. My wolf pushed again in anger, wanting to seize control. My claws were begining to hurt his hand which I held. I watched him shook in pain. "I know nothing," He yelled. "You know can you just stop pretending, I know you do," I yelled getting frustrated by his behavior already.

Wolves scrambling for weapons, parents trying to get children to safety, my enhanced fighters trying to organize a defense despite being undermanned with four of our best down. Elena was already barking orders, her experience as a former program operative showing. "North perimeter, reinforce that fence! Medical personnel, prepare for casualties! Non-combatants to the bunkers!" "How many?" I asked, joining her. "Scout reports say at least two hundred wolves. Multiple pack insignias, Blackwood, Silvermoon, Crescent Moon, others we don't recognize." Elena's face was grim. "They've formed a coalition. Seraphina must have convinced them you're a threat to all packs."