Genshin Wolves Novels & Stories

Gemini commanded and the unexpected happened. The amethyst stone burned our fur, but my focus shifted as everything slowed down. Glowing purple eyes of my G*****a Guardians soon covered the crowd. The numbers were great and they were strategically positioned behind our enemies. "SHIFT!" Gemini commanded again. Within a matter of seconds, wolves of great sizes sprouted all over the crowd ripping the throats out of our enemies and dragging them away unnoticed. The crowd never saw the bodies being drug to their ultimate demise. "ARRGGGHHH!" Gemini growled before our limbs began to elongate in size.

Was he as cold and rude as Greyson was? He's the same. Greyson is an alpha. Alphas wolves are...well, themselves. So...Greyson's wolf is...Greyson? Yeah. When a werewolf is born, they will either unite with their wolves and create one being...thus becoming an alpha, or they will create two personalities. Most werewolves fall into that category. Huh. So...if I hadn't blocked you as much as I did, we might've been an alpha? Maybe. There's no way of knowing now.

“Who we are does not matter, what matters is that the Wolves will die tonight!” Zephyr huffed, produced out his sword, and quickly sprinted towards him. “Ha! Do you not know where you are? I am Ghost! You will not be spared tonight!” he replied. Seeing Zephyr rush over, Ghost steadied himself. “Wolf’s Howl!” Ghost howled, with that the attack started. Even though he looked barbaric and unruly, he was very careful. Seeing how many of his men had been slaughtered, even if he did not know who Zephyr was, he knew he was formidable.

We shared meat roasted over open flames, the fats and juices staining our hands, the scent of the kill a grounding reminder of our place in the food chain. The peace was interrupted by a group of wolves emerging from the northern shadows. They were the "Wild Ones," a rogue pack that had spent the corporate era hiding in the frozen tundras, never touched by the triage or the stars. Their leader, a scarred Alpha named Garen, stepped into the firelight, his fur a matted, rusty brown, his eyes a piercing, lightless yellow.

The armies kept trying and when they were not able to make a scratch at the two beasts, they decided to retreat, but they could not as Iron was already alive, and he was standing by the road, where stood as the only road they were supposed to pass, he stood and forceful pulled out the last arrow by his chest, and just as said by the priest, the arrow wounded his heart, and that turned around and made him love violent always. He was more than a werewolf his eyes were blazing like fire, the little girl now a dragon, had wing, she must have been a dragon before, and many that went toward the exit were burnt by the fire, the warriors tried all they could, but their strength was not enough, and j

A rustle of snow. A shadow moved. Then— A lone wolf stepped out of the darkness. Massive. Black fur. Eyes glowing silver. Rylan stiffened instantly. “Not possible.” Kade swore. “That can’t be—” Lyra’s heartbeat tripped. The wolf lowered its head… in a bow. “What is that?” she whispered. Rylan’s voice was barely human. “A sentinel.” Lyra’s breath caught. Sentinels were ancient wolves said to serve only one bloodline—one house. A house believed extinct.

A red stone appeared in the center of the decoration. "Now you're part of the pack," Mikhail's voice snapped me out of my trance. “A black alloy of metals, as a symbol of black wolves, and a red stone is a symbol of the fire inside you,” he explained, pointing to his own, exactly the same pendant around his neck. Am I part of the pack now? Part of the family ... It seemed that tears were pouring down my cheeks ... It didn’t seem, but it was so ... I laughed stupidly, rubbing them over my face, and they kept flowing and flowing without stopping ...

I heard Bazaar. I then know what the dark smoke was. It was wolfbane the substance they discovered to kill and weaken a wolf. The wolfsbane was now causing me difficulty breathing. My eyes run water and my vision became blurry still I didn't close my eyes. My eyes remained half-opened until I saw the dark dust that surrounded us slowly disappeared. When it did everyone within the wall was lying on the floor still and scared. It was not easy seeing them since my vision was still a bit blurry, but there was one image I could see clearly, and that was a white large werewolf that appears to be a she-wolf lying on the ground with a knife in its heart, covered in bright red blood. Bazaar walked ov

For me. Each pack had an order of hierarchy, at the very top sat the Gold Moon wolves: regal, untouchable, their golden-flecked eyes marking them as near-gods among us. They ruled the council, commanded the armies, held the sacred grounds. Below them came the Silver Moon wolves… Lynix, they were called. A near-extinct breed whose blood carried the silver strain, making them impervious to the metal that killed every other wolf. Legends said they could heal from wounds that should’ve been fatal, walk through silver-laced traps unscathed. But a war or perhaps a plague… had wiped them out generations ago. Or so the stories went. I scrunched my nose, trying to remember if Mother had ever mentione

Naomi ordered. "Got it" said Rhys. He ran off an started gicing hand signals to some of the wolves who were not engaged in immediate battle who followed him and Naomi to the enterance of the office. Three witches stood in the way. Two of them Naomi recognised from high school and one she had never seen before.