Kamen Rider Wolf Novels & Stories

Luka's wolf was surprised to hear my voice in his head and slightly twitched his eyes at me for a second. Then without a warning, the other werewolf jumped on us and tried to bite Luka but Luka's wolf escaped on time and once the werewolf was on the ground, Luka's wolf jumped on the beast and bit his neck with such strength that he killed it immediately. As soon as Luka's wolf turned his head, he exposed the other wolf's blood all over his mouth. His eyes were as red as fire and I could smell the pride and dominance coming from his wolf. I could feel how he felt. That freedom that he longed for, for a very long time. I stared at him in awe.

The werewolf came, its feet hitting the ground mercilessly as its hands joined in its movement. It broke out from the woods, tearing off the leaves of the trees with less effort, and growling at the sight of the man. “You can't take anyone from my family.!” Mark grinned as he shifted under the bright moonlight. His bones cracked, and his skin stretched beyond its limits, tearing to become as tough as that of a wolf. He growled at the phantom, just as the phantom growled at him. Like two behemoths, they collided, and the green grasses on the ground fell victim to their battle.

They didn't stop riding hard, they kept fleeing while shooting arrows in every direction- hoping to hit the strange beast with their arrows. The wolf leaped out again, this time it attacked the 3 guards closest to Cord. It disemboweled one with its sharp claws, then it sent the second one flying with a headbutt, the guard slammed against a tree and dropped dead immediately. Before it could pounce on the third, Cord screamed in fear. The sound of her screaming knocked the wolf back into the woods. Her scream was so powerful the wolf crashed into trees- breaking them and knocking them over for about a hundred meters. "Is it dead?", one of the guards asked with his voice shaky.

It would keep him from committing murder and he’d never have to see that hurt look in her eyes that he’d seen when she’d realized he’d taken Kit out. “Speaking of not being gentlemen, I love human women.” Jaded chuckled. “There is something that makes me so hard when I see them. I don’t know if it is because they are so different from our females or if it is because they are just so different from us.” Cedar laughed. “I am hard right now watching the human I danced with before I came to the table. I’m still having fantasies about her small hands brushing over my

My head snapped toward him instantly. Oh, Goddess. Three conditioned wolves had cornered him near the central platform. One already down. Another bleeding heavily. But the third... The third drove a silver blade straight through Cameron’s side. Everything inside me stopped. The world narrowed violently. Cameron staggered. The wolf holding the blade twisted hard. Blood hit the stone. My wolf lost her mind. The sound that tore from my throat wasn’t human anymore. Pure rage exploded through the bond. I hit the attacker hard enough to launch him several feet across the training yard.

He turned the paper so she could look at it. “This is the first werewolf tamer I met. His name was Arshan. He was a breedmate to the queen Hiroshima.” Aria looked closely at the painting, studying the man. And then the woman. They looked lovely together. The man sat on a chair and the woman stood to his right, one hand resting on his shoulder. Her eyes went back to look at the man. She felt something strange looking at him. “What is his story?” She asked.

Madam Amelia seemed to know this as she nodded her head at me. “Now what? You can’t break your vow. What will you do? You can’t have a Wolf Rider running around Astoria.” There it was. She knew what her daughter was. The half human part of it was the least of it. The fact that she was a Rider—a creature that could control a werewolf with a simple command. A creature that ruined my family's life. A creature, who must be destroyed before it gains power. There hasn't been a rider born in half a century, and even before, there was only one that ruled Astoria.

Yes, your silver knight in wolf pelt, Ravena. Lucian sprang as soon as Joe entered the grotto. There was no waiting for the miner to realize he was face-to-face with the pack leader. There were no long-winded gazing down moments to demonstrate who was in charge. That was impossible since the rifle was loaded with silver bullets. He couldn't risk Joe getting a shot off and maybe striking Ravena or himself, putting her in danger.

The second man spoke. "What are you gonna do? No matter what you do, you won't be able to break my spirit, I'll always fight back." I challenged them. "The one thing that makes werewolves a worthy opponent is the fact that they're so confident in their wolf spirits. Your wolf basically gives you your power and without it, you would be nothing. That's exactly why we'll enjoy taking away your wolf." The cloaked man finally spoke again. The words dropped on my ears like bombshells. I was left dumbstruck for a few minutes but I quickly recovered and scowled at them. They had to be joking, they're just trying to scare me.

Ryder was shifting too. His transformation was more violent than mine. His body convulsed, bones cracking audibly as they reformed. Black fur sprouted across his skin, and when he finally stood on four legs, he was enormous. Bigger than any wolf I'd ever seen. His fur was pure black, so dark it seemed to absorb the moonlight. And his eyes—they glowed gold, but clearer now. Focused. Kieran. His wolf. He looked at me, and something passed between us. Recognition. Understanding. Need.