Kero The Wolf Video Novels & Stories

These rogues were nothing but criminals who were pouting that they weren't getting their way, and they were killing innocent people because of it. I launched myself forward, colliding with the first wolf and snapping my jaw at him, biting and ripping at his flesh everywhere I could while keeping an ear out for the positioning of the others. The feeling of teeth sinking down on my back had me releasing the wolf in front of me, and I let out a yowl of pain before turning and quickly ripping his throat out.

Kael, in his wolf form, tore through two of Kevin’s warriors in quick succession, his silver fur gleaming under the pale moonlight. “Hold the eastern flank!” Kael barked through the mind link, his tone sharp. “We’re on it!” one of his wolves responded. Despite being caught off guard, Kevin’s warriors fought back fiercely. They were fighting for survival, and the desperation showed in their relentless attacks. Leo lunged at a towering black wolf, clamping his jaws around its neck. With a powerful twist, he snapped the wolf’s spine, sending it crumpling to the ground. Blood stained his fur, but he didn’t stop. His mind was focused, his moves precise.

I screamed. I wouldn't know how to explain the car's movement, the alarm started blaring. The wolf was too heavy and strong. It seemed like it was playing with a toy car. I kept screaming, even though it was useless. Kessler stood up and turned into a huge wolf, the same one I saw when he showed me his true self. I could say Kessler is a little bigger than this wolf. He grabbed the aggressive wolf and pushed it under the car. Now I was watching a wolf fight, hearing growls, bites... it was madness.

Almost immediately, I catch the scent of a deer. I lunge forward just as one dives into the clearing, and I sink my teeth into its throat. It cries out and wriggles within my grasp. I press my teeth harder into its neck, and I wait for it to stop flailing. Slowly, it begins to twitch, then it stops moving altogether. I turn to Kera, who is watching me with wide eyes. Something tells me that she’s never seen a werewolf hunt before. You would think that she’s more familiar with how we look when we attack if she’s spent all this time hunting us.

The wolf growled. “It is okay, Joel, He won't hurt me,” I tell Joel as the wolf approaches me and sits. His tail wraps around me. I am instantly relaxed. I rub my face in his fur and enjoy his warm. I feel safe, and I calm down. I am hit with the scent of sandalwood and citrus. Luka’s scent. “What?” I questioned out loud. I am his. He is mine. We are one. Like you and the white wolf. My eyes bug out of my head a bit. I want to ask questions.

I always wondered why there are no black wolves in the modern world. More precisely, why I have not yet come across one. After all, my inner beast is a black wolf. And the answer was simple - I'm from another world, the world of magic and sorcery. Also, the gift of fire flows in my veins, and after traveling to the universe of my ancestors, I was finally able to curb it. It was only after visiting the house of my grandparents that I managed to truly learn how to control my flame. Now I will no longer allow you to wipe your feet on me, because my strength is in no way inferior to the strength of any alpha male. The frightened puppy is a thing of the past and, if necessary, I will force everyo

Lena’s wolf surged forward, senses ablaze, as she dodged, weaved, and countered, teeth snapping at attackers who attempted to descend from the cliffs. “Form up! Don’t break ranks!” Kade commanded, shifting mid-run into wolf form. His speed and power were unmatched, a living storm of claws and fangs tearing through attackers with precision. Lena’s wolf mirrored his movements, a perfect extension of his force, as she intercepted a pair of mercenaries attempting to flank from the left.

***Amira's POV Gabriel Kosta, my father's enemy had invaded and attacked, killing my father. If he's smart he'll want to kill me too. I run, heading towards my hidden weapons as I hear the sounds of my pack fighting again. 'No!' I growl though our link. We've already lost most of our fighters. 'You want us to submit?'Beta Kindley asks. I can't let the other continue to die when I don't see a way out myself. Somehow Kosta had turned over a hundred rogue werewolves into a pack. Rogues don't usually have a pack.

“Alpha—” Theo ignored him. The rogue wasn’t dead yet. Which meant he could still deliver a message. Theo leaned in close, his breath hot against the rogue’s ear. “Tell them,” he growled. The rogue whimpered. “Tell them I’m coming.” Then, with one final snap of his jaws, he finished it. Darius caught the next one. A young rogue, barely an adult. Darius had him pinned, the young wolf squirming in the dirt, eyes wide with terror.

Legend says he'd also demand the soul of your firstborn child. "Aurora, come here puppy," Raphael says opening his arms for her, she ran off me finally giving me the chance to sit up, she's a small black wolf with stunning blue eyes, she's beautiful and taken. "Remind me when I get my own little to raise her better than yours," I say looking at Aurora, running everywhere, she looks like a wolf on steroids, are all littles this active? "Freeze, now back, one more..." Raphael says instead of answering me, he yelled at his Luna.