Indominus Rex Novels & Stories

God, please let him be okay. Blood splatters onto my white top creating a very horrifying stain. A white wolf with a bloody muzzle walks around me. There is a wolf's body on the ground in front of me, but it has no head. No, the head is just on my feet. I silently scream in my head and a shiver runs through me. The white wolf is the one that cut of the head. It was protecting me. I look at the white wolf again and realise that it's Sophia. I has almost forgotten how she looked like when she transformed.

Many could not withstand the power of the Goddess in the flesh, only Alpha’s could stand so close. Adele only nodded her head, overwhelmed by the power she was experiencing. Her wolf would be focusing solely on the Goddess, a dangerous side effect if she was present with any other wolf. It was easy to drown in the moons embrace. “You surprise me, Lunum Lupus.” Adele jumped at the arrival of Leonidas, stepping away from the table as the connection was broken. Adelaide huffed slightly in a chuckle at the child and watched as she backed slowly away. Sensing the age and power that came from the ancient wolf and came to stand behind her, peaking around her legs but not touching her.

Someone squeaked from afar, and I didn't care. "What do you want from me?" "Infiltrated the office. He conducted experiments and has a liquid that can affect the human brain" Dominic turned quickly to me, "Is the health program he meant collagen from shark fins." "Whatever the name is he's a liar. He wants to rule the two worlds, the human and the werewolf world in the world. Maybe one day he'll mess up the world of vampires and wizards. Someone with a high level of intelligence, always dissatisfied about what he gets," I explained and who was not expected to answer,

Dead? “At the edge of the forest,” Rex said as Arthur looked between the two men. “He came from a very remote pack. I can’t say which one. Our patrol found him and thought he was a rogue at first, but he was traveling with his mate and had slaughtered all the rogues in the area.” “By himself?” Diana asked, eyes wide as others at the table leaned forward, straining to listen. Rex flashed a grin, “Yeah, so we took him in. He is very powerful... but looses control easily… It sounded a lot like the royals.”

Dominique tried to follow suit, my eyes raking over his back, lips pulled into a smile, “Aren't you forgetting something, Dom?” He stopped at the door, then turned his head to me, his eyes furrowed in confusion, “What?” I pinned him with the ‘are you sure?’ look, but his face still held that confusion; it seemed our meeting had erased the bet from his mind. “Have you forgotten our bet?” I reminded him. He paused at the door, glowered at me before he grumbled and walked back into my office. “Really, man, you knew I was joking.” I heard Sara and his dad laughing at his temper tantrums. When Dominique is not Dominique, the leader of the seven guardians of the werewolf kingdom, he's sure a big-a

Before Dominic could step forward, a massive, black-iron battle axe swung through the fog, smashing into the stone pillar right above Regnar's head with a shower of deadly sparks. Out from the mist strode the leader of the heavy division a monstrous, scarred bear Beastkin named Vane. He stood over seven feet tall, his massive torso covered in thick leather armor and heavy iron plates. His dark, wild eyes locked onto Dominic, a malicious, guttural laugh escaping his throat.

His wolf, as dark as night itself, was a shadow among shadows, capable of blending into the darkness without a trace. Damian Slovan Sletherion from the Ironclad Pack stood like a giant, his muscular frame towering over most. His short, dark brown hair and stern expression only enhanced his reputation as one of the most powerful alphas, his pack renowned for their unmatched strength and combat prowess. Damian's wolf was a massive, iron-gray beast with a thick, imposing build that could crush opponents with brute force.

I said, biting my lip as I started to feel that bright, hot brush of Louis against the bond. “He must still be shifted.” Marcus said and I thought about how he had looked before. He had been the size of a small house, his scaly skin reflecting like a pale opal gem stone in the morning light. I had never seen something so beautiful and terrifying at the same time. He looked like he belonged on the pages of book, something old an Nash was the polar opposite. His pale green skin reminded me of a poisonous green viper that I had seen once in at the zoo. The reptile’s cold eyes had given me chills and made me thankful for the glass that separated us. My head filled with a soft laugh.

Medaline and I were princesses and Phoebe was a badass werewolf with a lot of experience and not to mention PhD at 21 smart. "Well be careful, you're a little rusty," I said quietly, earning a sharp glare. "Watch it, I can still ground you," I scratched my head and turned to the girls, shrugging my shoulders while I mouthed, 'age'. They nodded in agreement. "I don't understand, why is he walking around like a sim or an npc," Phoebe said, staring at my father. Suddenly Xerxes screamed while falling to his knees, he gripped his head tightly. His eyes transitioned from black to silver like a glitch in a horror movie.

At the far end of the room, behind reinforced bars enchanted with shimmering runes, was Dominic. The sight of him hit Zoe like a punch to the gut. Dominic was barely recognizable. His once vibrant golden eyes were now voids of pure black, glowing faintly with an unnatural light. His body was caught in a twisted half-shift - clawed hands that were neither human nor wolf, fangs too large for his mouth, and veins that pulsed a sickly, inky black across his exposed skin. He paced his small cage, growling low in his throat, moving like a predator trapped in an invisible loop.