Loud House Wolf Novels & Stories

I wished I could hear what they were saying, but hopefully it’s all good. Once we got done with breakfast, Lux wanted to go to the gardens and we spent our time playing 20 questions as we tried to get to know each other better. I learned she loves the outdoors the most; she gained her wolf at a young age to help enhance her abilities. Her favorite breakfast is cinnamon French toast. She loves coffee but hates it black; she loves to listen to classical music, her best friend is Silas, she loves to listen to podcasts of any kind, and although she’s been raised for it, she is scared to become Luna of a pack.

As we approach, it looks like their competing to see which wolf can dig the fastest. “Not to barge in on your contest here ...” Yorick begins. Wendy’s wolf, Dasha, yips in surprise while Hacker’s wolf spins, growling and taking a protective stance in front of Dasha. Yorick raises an eyebrow at him. The hair on his wolf's back goes down and Hacker shifts, grabbing a nearby pair of shorts and pulling them on before wiping his dirty hands on them. “Hey, you startled us,” he says. “So I see.”

Lucky for me Jewel's sheer size is far greater than any of the rogues and she is on her feet before the large brown wolf with a dirty matted coat can lunge at her again . My wolf is in her element as she grabs the wolf by the neck and uses her back claws to dig into his side before she violently shakes his neck , his neck snaps with a crack and the light in the wolf goes out as his body goes limp . Realising there are only two rogues left I tell the warriors over the mind-link I want one kept alive for questioning .

“I’ve been looking for you everywhere. Are you okay? You look like you haven’t slept.” “I haven’t,” I admitted, trying to keep my voice steady. “Something happened last night, Lysa. Something… strange.” Her expression shifted, the concern deepening. “Strange how?” I glanced around, making sure no one else was close enough to overhear. “I saw a wolf, just outside the packhouse. It wasn’t one of ours. Its eyes… they were yellow, like nothing I’ve ever seen before. And then I heard this voice, like a thought in my head, warning me that something—or someone—was coming.”

Z saw in the hologram how horrifying the wolves were, how a few drops of their saliva sizzled to a Wielder’s skin, and how Henmulga couldn’t defeat it, as she’d been reduced to running away. In the final slide, the wolf’s prominent feature had been shown again. Unlike the normal ones, it has a furry body that’s inflamed with blue energy, dancing gracefully from its feet, all the way to its wide-set toxic eyes. The class then ended with Ms. Marietta's note that even a wolf's bark was fatal, for it alone could render the Wielder immobile. Z had been awoken when her head banged against the table. She shook her head, trying to fight drowsiness; however, the more she resisted, the more the whispe

Her fair skin, smooth and unblemished, glowed with a soft, pearlescent sheen, as if kissed by the moon itself. Her slender fingers, deft and precise, danced across the keyboard with a speed and accuracy that belied her age. Her eyes gleam with a fierce intensity as she worked her magic, a white hacker extraordinaire, unraveling secrets and weaving digital spells with ease. Rosalind's determination burned bright as she sat in front of her computer, her mind fixed on finding the mysterious wolf she had met the night they transformed. She recalled the vehicle number - a crucial clue that had stuck with her. Laura's vehicle number, A Z L – 4 2 1 1, etched on the side of the van that had taken th

And it looked good with the black cargo pants that hung low on my hips. I left my bedroom and found Lucky waiting for me in the living room. He held a bottle of beer in his hand and stood, staring at a painting of a chocolate brown wolf with tawny highlights, on the brick wall. The Wolf had a beautiful blue leafy swirl from the top of its eye curled around its ear to the base of its snout-the same cerulean blue, so much like another Wolf's eyes that I couldn't seem to get out of my head.

Jacob was restrained in no time at all, but neither Noah or Alex were particularly happy about that. “Jacob Hughes, Alpha of the Blood Moon Pack,” I started speaking, my voice low. “Your wolf is Lloyd, he is a dark brown wolf with bright blue eyes.” I paused, tilting my head to look at him, my eyes squinting. “Your wolf’s eyes are red. You are not Jacob.” “Yes I am!” he growled.

"What do we have here?" "A little lost puppy?" An elderly wolf sprang from the mist, its fur gray and unkempt. One milky eye examined me, while the other, bright blue, radiated intellect. "I-I'm not lost," I said. "I am looking for a ghost orchid." The old wolf's good eye grew wider. "Are you now? What would a little wolf like you want from such a hazardous flower?" I straightened my spine. "I am Luna from the Blackmoon pack.

Lotty stepped toward the door. Adam caught her wrist gently. “Be careful.” Lotty met his gaze. “He won’t hurt me.” Adam didn’t argue. He released her. Cole stepped aside from the door. Lotty pushed it open slowly. The room looked wrecked. The hospital bed had been shoved halfway across the floor. The monitor wires hung loose. A chair lay broken against the wall. And in the center of the room, the wolf. Lotty’s nightmare in the flesh. Decker’s wolf was enormous. Bigger even than Lotty remembered from the dream. Black fur rippled over powerful muscle, his shoulders almost level with her waist even while standing on four legs.