Kiba Akamaru Novels & Stories

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. She was not surprised by the way he greeted her. He had called her by her nickname, Moon Wolf, since she had first been initiated as the conduit. A small endearment against the stark reality she always faced. He was dressed as he always was despite the cool morning air. Much like herself and her pack-mates that had lived so far to the North, they had become accustomed to its cold climate and were now immune. He wore only a leather kilt around his waist, his chest and feet bare, while his white hair flowed freely around his face. Two deep brown eyes that were s

who are you? I managed to ask while gulping. My hand still in the air. Just centimetres away from touching the wolves forehead. I am you Alexandria. The voice says and I couldn't understand it. The throbbing stops and I still seeing the wolves moving back from me, except their leader. Those red eyes fixed at me. As I was laying on the ground ,with the tree bark behind me. With no escape. "Shh calm down. You are fi..ne now. Trust me"

This time Alexander curiosity was finally piqued as he raised his eyebrows and both of them gave Ash questioning looks. "So what's the full note all about, Ash?" "First off, a Donna is a title. The Donna bears a high rank in the Balck Wolf Clan world. Or maybe, just as what you said. This Donna might be the mole in the Clan. And, the note doesn't end there." Ash grabbed a piece of paper from his pocket and put it on the table. It was a piece of note where the handwriting was too similar. As if it was a part of the mysterious note.

“…this is a gift. A gift from the gods I didn’t know I needed.” I glared at him. Not a growl, not a roar, just a flat, high-pitched, utterly pathetic meow. Bob clapped his hands once, clearly delighted. “Perfect! He even comes with sound effects.” Amara shushed me, still cradling my tiny body. “Ignore him,” she murmured as though I were an actual infant. “He’s just jealous of how cute you are.” Cute. I could feel my wolf shrieking in a fury somewhere deep in my chest. Cute. That word was a war crime.

The harsh sound was unmistakable—an intruder alarm. Instantly, the atmosphere shifted from carefree to tense. Kamila's heart raced as she recalled the alarm's purpose. It was a dire warning that unknown entities were approaching the pack borders. With over 300 wolves and their families to consider, the pack's safety was paramount. Leaders and warriors sprang into action, shouting orders and guiding everyone towards the underground safety bunker.

“All right, don’t be too long. And try not to get too muddy if you go swimming.” Jackson turned back to his laptop. Kia was naked and shifted in seconds. She yawned and stretched, then glanced towards Wren. She wagged her tail twice and turned to trot off. Wren followed along. Kia was a small wolf. Her fur was russet colored and sleek. The sunshine caught glints of red in it. His observations were cut short, though, when she let out a play bark and took off running. Wren flicked his ear back, Jackson’s keyboard was clacking along, hesitated another second, then chased after her.

They always seem to find me when I finally relax though. "Well, aren't you a sight for sore eyes. Scarlett right?" A gruff voice says from behind me. At Scarlett's widened eyes, I turn slowly with dread. Sure enough, there stands Kiba with a predatory smile on his face. "Sure am. How can I help you?" She asks politely. "Just thought that I would come and check on someone that is close to my pack. I almost feel like you are family still." He says over sweetly. "Oh, I had not realized that I spent much time with you. I vaguely remember hearing stories about you but did we meet in the past?" She asks.

She paused, wondering what it could be. Ignoring the odd feeling, she headed to the apartment. The moment she clicked the door open, she called out, “Tadaima,” which meant “I’m home.” Silence greeted her. She blinked, feeling a little uneasy. “Akira? It’s me, Sakura. Are you here?” She put her bag and keys on the table by the door and headed toward the living area. “Toby?” Finally, she heard an excited bark greeting her and sighed with relief. “Akira, you’ve found Toby. Thank goodness.”

- We only have Metaxa, it is unlikely that you will like it. Keith sits down to stroke his prominent forehead, silky ears and plump back. Roswo's coat was rough... like wire... And the spaniel's coat was soft, like Tapi's curls. Hank squats beside him and their fingers touch, caressing the big-eared bum. — Church! Don't bother people, shameless! calls the old man. “Run to the master, baby…” says Kitty and the chocolate dog rushes away, and she swallows welled tears, turning away so that her companion does not notice them. But he still notices when they are directly under the light of the lantern.

What continued on its back was a tail, which it uses to lunge at the young girls, both falling to the side, before turning towards me and throwing a straight paw around my neck. Sassa growls down the base, then, at that moment, bounces off the table and searches briefly before running toward the entrance. I shit myself on the ground, unable to stand up or move a solitary muscle, not watching as she figures out how to get past the mountain rowan obstruction with almost no problem. "She wasn't a werewolf!" Gabriel yells, annoyed. "It's a kanima ," he 's just stunned. "Try not to tell me, Sherlock," Justin spits through his teeth, glancing at me with a combination of inconvenience and depressio