روايات وقصص ضمن God Wolf

He pulled himself up to standing, and even though there was a large patch of fur missing on his chest, and the burn was beginning to crust over, he snarled at me, as if to say he wasn’t giving up. Just then, the sound of footsteps in the woods on either side of the house caught my attention. I kept the new ball of fire in my hand and an eye on the lone attack wolf, but I could see more wolves arriving out of the woods. Four came from one direction, six from another. All of them had glowing eyes, but none of them were red. One was so old, I didn’t know how he was managing to keep up. His fur was a wiry gray, and he was scrawny with a limp. I could tell by looking at his face he did not want t

I had hope that it wouldn't just happen now. But like every other year, at this point I would wish that my name wasn't my name. I would wish that I wasn't Allison Bush, the last air of the Bush who actually is the only one that turns into a full wolf on a full moon. I was trying to run from that and some other things.. But then again, you can't run away from yourself!!

Wolf: “He wants to seduce you. I have to keep eye on you for Thad.” God of War: “The name Thad sounds disgusting, like a homewrecker’s name. Wolf: “You must have a death wish.” God of War: “I do. Come and get me if you can.” Wolf: “You are disgusting. I am not coming to get you. I am not interested in men.” **** The two of them quarrel with each other. I didn’t know what to say. How could they start to fight when typing? I asked, “Do you still want to fight? If you do, I will revive you, so you can stay here and fight for your heart content. I am leaving.

Then the golden wolf sauntered off to the beautiful brown wolf who stood amongst the waiting wolves. The brown wolf couldn’t stop her whimpering sounds. Troy was pretty sure his mother would have been in tears had she been in human form. Gloria gave her son a proper tongue-bath, whimpering the entire time. The golden wolf stood still as his mother worked on him, whimpering intermittently too. All the other wolves, including the alpha, stood quietly as Gloria got acquainted with her son’s wolf.

Some seemed to find it hard to adjust to the method, but still managed to follow through with my father's guidance. One time, I accompanied my father and our people to the Forest Wolf Tribe to check on the progress of their farming and animal domestication. The Alpha of their tribe was named Acwulf, a bluish-gray Wolf beastman with silver eyes. The body of a Wolf beastman was smaller than that of an average Lion beastman, but their muscles were firm, they were more agile, and their nose was more sensitive, making it easier to detect the exact location of their prey even if they were hidden.

I saw a wolf, but this wolf was unlike any I've ever seen. Its fur was pure white, and it was glowing. Its eyes were like galaxies, swirling with stars and cosmic dust. I stumbled back, my mouth hanging open. "What... who are you?" The celestial wolf tilted its head, regarding me with those impossible eyes. "I am many things, Lyra of the Black Moon Pack. Guardian of knowledge. Keeper of secrets. Some have called me the First Wolf, though that name is not entirely accurate." I swallowed hard, trying to process what I was seeing. "Are you... a god?"

I burst through the tree line into chaos. Six massive creatures prowled through Steele territory. They were not wolves. Not anymore. Cursed beasts twice the size of any natural wolf, with eyes that glowed different colours. Red. Green. Gold. Purple. Each one represented a different bloodline. A different ancient horror bound to flesh and rage. And they were slaughtering my wolves. Bodies littered the ground. Wolves I trained with. Ate with. Lived beside. Now reduced to torn flesh and spilt blood.

I struggled trying to calm my angry wolf still groaning in pain, my wolf was about taking control when I heard someone talk. "Keep calm, Storm," I heard Nova's voice calming me completely.

“Aria, don’t leave me.” My throat tightens. The sound comes from deeper in the fog, from the direction of the rabbit. “Come home, little wolf. I miss you so.” My hands shake. He is not here. My father is in the Jasper Pack. I blink hard, forcing the illusion away, but the voice keeps going. “You’ll die like your mother if you stay. She couldn’t resist the pull of the Game either.” Kael’s hand touches my shoulder, and it grounds me. The spell breaks. The forest exhales in frustration, and the whisper fades away. But the rabbit vanishes with it.