Ninjago Wolves Novels & Stories

Jake said in anger. "She is here because she belongs to be here. Nobody has a fucking right to claim her as theirs," Raf’s voice boomed again, and with that, his clan members shifted into their wolves. Jake and the other rogue wolves who came with him also shifted into their wolves. However, there was a massive difference between the wolves belonging to the Royal Clan and the rogue wolves. The wolves of the Royal Clan were giant and muscular, while the rogue wolves were looking like tiny goats in front of them.

The onlookers watched the fight with bated breaths, everyone in the clearing rooting for their alpha. The black wolf, which was Jonas, was severely injured, while the grey one had only a few bruises on him, and was looking as though he was getting ready to finish off the fight. Sophia watched this scenario with glee, immediately dismissing her strange experience as a pain-induced dream and mentally cheering her grandfather on, even though she felt really faint. The black wolf was beginning to panic now, and as the grey one pinned it down, and raised its hand, as though it wanted to use its claws to finish it off, the black wolf's panicked eyes darted frantically about, searching somewhere be

He grabbed at me through the bars, but I quickly jumped out of the way. I raised my hands and yelled, pushing the air, and he went sailing backward, hitting the wall again. He burst out laughing as he got to his feet. "You just proved my point." "And what point is that?" I was interested, despite myself. "The Skyefrost Pack was a pack of wolf witches." He shrugged. "We were lucky enough to catch the whole pack in their tents, and we took them down." "You unimaginable b*stard."

But alas, Mom needs my help today and I promised I’d pick her up some hot coffee on my way over to help warm her up since we’re in the middle of Autumn and in Denali, it’ll only get colder from here. Luckily, Denali wolves are built for this kind of persistent wintry climate being that we’ve been living on these snowy-capped Mountains for centuries now that we've grown almost resistant to the cold. It also helps that we're especially known for having white, fluffy fur coats in our wolf form that protect us from the worst of the winds, compared to our other shifter neighbors. I follow reluctantly behind Becca as we enter the Beanery, my mood dwindling with each step we get closer to the worst

Then I turned to Miranda, changing the conversation ‘Miranda, there is something Athan told me while we were on the balcony. He spoke about a kidnapping ring known as the black hood which likes to take purebloods. Do you know anything about them? ‘That’s scary. People do this.’ Jissa retorted. ‘It is. Really. I feel so scared for our kind. When have we become so debased to fight and kill one of our kind? My elder used to tell me stories about our debacles with the vampires and sometimes witches. I have never heard about in-fighting amongst werewolves. It is sad.’

A howl with a purpose. A quarter of the warriors followed and shifted, the sound of bones breaking and skin tearing serving as the music as the sun started to set. The battle willl stretch ‘til night. In place of the men were wolves, all mighty and ferocious. Fierce slit eyes, a magnificent mane of fur, and razor sharp nails digging the soil. The wolves sat and it was the others’ cue to climb onto them. Atleast four men could ride one wolf. Another howl came from Flavian, and altogether, the wolves huffed and took a leap. In the blink of an eye, all that was left of them were dust from the utter speed.

The other two wolves emerged from behind the mansion, their fur a darker, more foreboding shade that seemed to blend seamlessly with the shadows. The three wolves padded towards Nicholas, their eyes fixed on their Alpha with a deep, unwavering loyalty. As they drew closer, they fell into step before him, their howls merging with his in a chorus of sorrow and defiance. Together, the four werewolves stood as one, their voices echoing through the night, a testament to their unbreakable bond and their shared commitment to their pack.

Ardina looked away from her comrade Jeff, who is brutally fighting him and Nickel, to sigh but She was caught by the wolf that Louis and Niall are fighting with all their might He threw Nayel to the ground violently, and Louie's wolf was shocked by his strength! The wolf grabbed the alarm and pressed it!!!! The sound fills the whole flock Mars panicked to run towards him, planting his fangs in his guts immediately, howling hard He went and smashed the gate to get in quickly He found them withered and some dead to break their chains with the rest quickly He let out such a strong voice that he couldn't communicate with them because they weren't from his flock but they understood

“Where’d you learn that?” “High school,” Jake said, slamming it into gear. “Long story.” Tyres shrieked on torn asphalt. The W.R.X. launched. Wolves pounded after them, then one by one peeled off, howls echoing under concrete. At the head of the pack, a scarred she-wolf—taller, broader—snarled, snapping at a male that edged too close. They didn’t follow. They watched. They always watched. Jake tore a glance in the mirror. Nothing but yellow eyes and patient rage.

She really wanted to come but I told her to stay home to rest up for the fight. The wolves that have stayed behind are all warriors. It is time to amp up security and training. I walk towards the training field and see about one hundred fifty wolves. “Thank you for all being here. We will be under attack in a few days. I have brought some witches here for you to practice against.” I say waving my hand over to Stella’s family. “Okay let us get started. Everyone line up!” I yell. Spell’s start flying and wolves start shifting. This is very hard, but necessary. By the end of the day the wolves and the witches are battered and bruised but alive. I look around and I am really proud of my men.