Kamen Rider Wolf Novels & Stories

He stumbled and landed on his ass while she followed the kick through to roll to her feet. “Come on Vincent, can’t take a hit from a delicate little thing?” Kami goaded him, circling him as he did the same, his breath increasing as she got to him. Vincent growled, shifting into his wolf Axel. Axel was a medium large wolf with ashen gray fur and light brown eyes. He snapped his maw at Kami, who was beginning to look a little bored with him. He lunged at her with a growl.

This cowboy wolf was none other than Jeremy Lennon, high commander of the Grey Wolf armies, infamous Grey Wolf warrior, and one of the fiercest wolves ever to live. Anytime one of the Wild Eight had returned to their compound near death’s door and clinging to a thread of life, this man had almost always been the one singularly responsible—and that didn’t begin to cover the damage he’d done to the Wild Eight through the information-gathering and patrolling schedules demanded of his men. If she’d thought his battle scars made him intimidating, the pair of eyes locking onto the bush she hid in, as if he saw straight through the shrubbery, chilled her more than the snow beneath her paws. Irises

Sharper. All heads turned. And then—they arrived. Ten wolves in gray armor. My friend hadn’t let me down. They crashed into the rogues like a wave. The battle shifted. We pressed forward again. Rosa’s POV I caught Hark’s scent before I saw him. He stepped into the clearing. Alone. Tall. Smiling. “You brought outsiders?” he mocked. “I brought justice.” He charged. We met in the middle. Fury and history in every strike. Claws clashed. Old scars ripped open again.

Stumbling through the entrance in a wobbly state, warped her surroundings once more and teleported her into her home, where she found a large wolf waiting. Ears perked up at her arrival and its gaze flicked to her as she fell over in surprise. The wolf was large, with glossy fur as black as the cosmos, a long, fluffy tail that swished to a steady rhythm, and eyes like glittering gold. It approached her lightly. Using its nose, it nudged her hand up to say she could touch. She hesitated, slightly recoiling in fear. The wolf closed its eyes in understanding and nuzzled her hand in encouragement. The softness of its fur soothed her instantly and it leaned into her touch before shifting into its

Nothing about either of those things makes any sense. "No, you don't need to buy silver bullets. What kills regular mortals can kill me too. I am not immortal, I can die just like you can. I can get hurt just like you can. I heal faster than you, and I have much better senses of sight and smell. I can run faster than a regular human, but that's to be expected when the blood of the wolf pumps through your veins," Aiden says and he takes a cloth off the kitchen counter and attempts to use it as a band-aid.

An Alpha versus another. Kylian launched at Knox with a jab to his side, forcing a release of the man whose wolf clearly had no energy left to fight back. Knox howled in pain as he regarded the wolf that had interrupted his fun. The scent was familiar and distinct too. Kylian's wolf was brown with black highlights and crimson–red eyes.

“Kaleya...Am….Listen to me, you need to escape. Go with the pack, they will protect you,” For a while, I remained silent, thinking that I was mishearing things but after careful retrospection, I realized that I wasn’t mistaken. Knight did reach out to me through our mind link. I scooted and nudged my head to turn to the bloody scene. Knight’s majestic dark wolf was standing atop a few dead bodies he mauled to death and as soon as he noticed my stare his gaze landed on mine. For the briefest of moments, I was genuinely surprised that I could hear him.

Callan's wolf canines bit into the rogue's neck, successfully killing him. He snapped his neck for good measure. His wolf was a midnight black, while Cameron's wolf was dark brown just like their hair color. 'Watch out!' He heard Cameron's voice through the mind link, just as a rogue bit his shoulder, but before the rogue's canine could go any further, Callan grabbed the rogue's jaw and snapped it. The rogue's wolf limp body fell to the ground, dead.

His eyes communicated what his mouth couldn’t: Not here. One of the council members, a pale woman with silver hair pins, raised her chin. “Test her,” she said. The wolves became tense. One stepped forward, showing its teeth and with its eyes glowing even brighter. Camela’s breath quickened. The red-tied man handed her a small silver cup, its rim dark with old stains, and spoke. “Call him,” he whispered. “Command him. Show us your bond,” he gestured at the wolf. Her heart pounded against her chest as she gazed at the wolf—huge and growling, waiting for her command.

I didn't question my father's obsession with wolf artifacts and legends, I didn't question why she wore a protective necklace against something that only existed in my books. I didn't question how my father died, I didn't question anything. I just let life go with me, I let it heal from all the things that were left behind to move on. Soon we were ready, I left the house with the feeling that I should go back but still I went. The Hall was crowded, everyone surprised to finally see me out of my shell, out of the cave where I had been holed up since the day of the great pain. - I don't think I even know how many times that day I heard that phrase pounding in my mind.