Romans & histoires Ninjago Wolves

They were children, elderly wolves, and those who weren't ready for a battle yet. I didn't plan to stay with Cali. I had too made up my mind to help with the war, after all, my kind too was a part of it, and mostly my mom and my best friend. I was worried they were over the wall with the werewolf in human skin pretending to be one of us.

Lola chuckled, “Magic powers?” No one laughed and Tristan responded, “All the wolves from the Fire Wolf clan were born with magical abilities. Like reading minds, hurting people by looking at them, controlling water, teleporting, speaking to animals and so much more. They said that the first Fire Wolf Agnitus was able to set anything on fire where he set his eyes on.” Lola understood by now that they were all dead serious about this, so she asked, “So what happened to them? “

"Who are you guys?" Leah asked the five werewolves. "I know, you're not ordinary humans. But ...." "Wow! Your instincts are amazing." One of the werewolves praised Leah's prowess. "Apparently you can guess who we are. How cool!" Another werewolf replied. In fact, he too clapped his hands in front of Leah while flashing a mocking smile. "So, how about it? Are you coming with us?" the other wolf urged. "NO!" Leah firmly refused. "I'm not coming with you."

They are gold and his wolf is brown. 'Wolves only have black eyes when they are angry or horny, never gold, or any other color.' 'Brother, will you fucking trust me. I know what I saw and I have a book about it in my study. They are gifted wolves with greater strength and ability to repulse aura's. They are here to protect us from our fathers, but now probably also want to kill us because of our fathers. Poor Chris.' 'What? Poor Chris? He is an asshole. I'll slit his throat if he ever tried to hurt you.'

I don’t know how or if I should. Nova’s red wolf slides across the ground, swiping wicked sharp claws across the side of the white wolf that Ethan tosses away. Laxus’s blonde wolf bites down on the neck of a black fur rogue, shaking it until it goes limp while my father and Aaron circle three rogues, batting at them with their claws.

Sameka's wolf shrieked as Luna Miriam's wolf tore through her jaw, ripping off the bottom half as she flipped Sameka's wolf over. Sameka Manigo's light-brown average-size wolf was on the ground now missing its lower jaw. Miriam's massive wolf tossed the jaw onto the side of the square. I watched as Miriam's wolf stood towering over Sameka's wolf. The size difference was mind-blowing. The wolf was breathing but was barely able to stand up. Sameka Manigo's light brown wolf shakily, missing her lower jaw. As Miriam's wolf, a huge black-as-night wolf, started to circle, the injured shaky wolf struggling to stand.

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.

And then chaos erupted. Wolves burst from the treeline, dozens of them, their howls splitting the night air. I recognized the insignia on their collars immediately. Silver Fang pack. Damon's pack. Jace led the charge, his massive wolf form tearing through the rogues like they were made of paper. Behind him came a flood of warriors, overwhelming my carefully assembled force with sheer numbers. "No!" I scrambled backward, dropping the knife in my haste to escape. "This wasn't supposed to happen!"

"And then the debt collectors will come for both of us and seize pack lands, and every wolf in Crescent Moon Pack will lose their homes because you were too selfish to accept your fate. Can you live with that?" The trap closes around me so perfectly I almost admire the cruelty. He knows I cannot let the pack suffer for his mistakes, recognizes I have spent three years protecting these wolves from his incompetence, and admits I will choose their safety over my freedom. "You are a monster," I say. "I'm a realist." He responds by straightening his jacket like we just finished a pleasant conversation. "You were never going to give me an heir anyway, too defective for that. At least this way you