Maester Wolf Novels & Stories

Kurt added. Fck this wolf . I calmed my wolf while Drake approached me. He then pats my shoulder. "My advice to you, go claim what's yours."

The others are close. When we break through the trees, the smell hits first: blood. The healer, Maeven, kneels in the middle of the clearing, hands glowing faintly blue over a motionless body. Her lips move in prayer or spell, maybe both, but the magic keeps slipping away like water through her fingers. Corran lies beneath her palms. The veteran wolf. The one who kept to himself but was still intent on watching over the young she-wolf. His chest is still, eyes open toward the gray canopy.

“The Crimson Wolves is a group of loyal wolves whose sole aim in life is to spill blood. In a more basic statement, the Crimson Wolves are warriors, fighting for whatever our Master says is right. We swear allegiance to only one ruler, and he dictates everything we do. As a result, we've been involved in numerous killings, notable among them being assassinations. Kings, Alphas, Betas, Gammas, Chiefs, Elders…whatever rank they may be, they are living. And living things can die.” I sucked in a breath at that, and he smiled at me. “We were sent to your mate a few weeks ago to kill him, but for some reason I cannot explain this time, my Master wishes to toy with him for a bit. I will not explain

Here was a lady, looking like she'd be in her fifties. “The Werewolf Master says, well done, he'll discuss it with the other Masters. I am the Master of Magic and Wizardry, don't ever make the mistake of calling me mistress, but let's forget about that, Now, you have to please me. Men!” The lady said calmly and all of a sudden, from each direction, men pounced on us, holding us down.

It let out a low whimper, almost like… it recognized its own blood. "Impossible!" Lyra screamed. "You should be completely subservient to the Master! Your soul has been devoured by shadow!" The giant wolf suddenly turned to Lyra, the blood-red in its eyes reasserting dominance, and let out a chilling growl. "Yes, that's it," Lyra immediately changed tactics. "Remember your mission, remember the Master's command. That child must be sacrificed, the Fissure must be fully opened!" The giant wolf seemed to be struggling internally, sometimes looking at me and Orion, a flicker of familiar light in its eyes; other times turning towards the rift, as if drawn by some call.

she snapped in annoyance as she helped herself up. "Jinx! You cast a spell on him and made him forget all that happened up till this evening!" "Huh! But I did nothing but place my hand over his head," Lucia said with a confused look. "That's why I said you are powerful! According to the history of the world of vampires, wolves, and witches, only six people have been able to perform a jinx successfully." "Really? And who are those?" Lucia asked with excitement. "The dark lord himself- Lucifer, the current heads of the wolves, witches and vampires, queen Jezebel and your father!"

The she-wolf got up not so briskly, spending precious seconds on it. Howl. And a new player on the field. New enemy or help? Dark gray skinned, it bristled and snarled before attacking. A jump - and now he repels the wolf from the she-wolf. He jumped to his feet and grappled with a new opponent. When the she-wolf pounced from behind, he released the first wolf and threw her aside. My two defenders again prepared to attack, but the stranger, bristling, retreated, and while there was an opportunity, he disappeared into the forest. He did not fight against two werewolves.

I still don't understand why Hera was stopping me from intervening. "We should go," "No,!" She replied and I found myself nodding. "He's my mate," Ivy suddenly cried out. A resounding growl echoed around the house and before I could blink, a black, large wolf with white furs at the crown of his head walked out of the room. I held on to Hera as the wolf stared down at the both of us. "Fuck off, Liam" Hera yelled. "It's a fucking command, Prince" The wolf turned abruptly and ran off. I almost dropped to the floor because my legs had turned jelly.

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.