Ninjago Wolves Novels & Stories

He said, "I thought you were on her side all this while. But please, you are not doing us any kindness here. Do you think you are doing the right thing? I can tell you are doing the wrong thing. Let's beg her and see what she does." "Beg my ass" he scoffed out a mirthless chuckle and pointed the gun towards Andre "You will not tell me what to do with her. Do you understand me!" Andre said, "Calm down. That will do, Norris. There is no need for that." My lips trembled at the drama. They wouldn't dare to fight me or my wolf, because we both were just deadly. I could single-handedly take on a whole Pack and beat them to a pulp.

They could do whatever they pleased with it. “Did you ever see this witch?” I asked, and Jago shook his head. “What did you purchase the plant for?” he swallowed and shut his eyes tight. “Protection. I wanted to use it to protect myself. As a collateral for my safety,” I scoffed. “Protection from who?” he went silent, black eyes filled with fear and something else. “ Alpha, these wolves are after you. I don’t know what you did to them, but they are after you, and they won’t stop until you’ve fallen,’ Jago blabbered, snot and tears mixed with tears falling from his face.

CHAPTER SIXTY-THREE IVY’S POV. The three massive wolves didn’t wear the standard crests of the competition. They were rogue-like, covered in scarred, matted fur, their jaws dripping with a viscous, slurry foam. They looked ready to take us out. "Step back, Nick!" Torin roared, his bones already cracking as he began his transformation. Beside him, Sagw and Kaelen didn't hesitate. The clearing erupted into a symphony of sickening, wet snaps as muscles tore, bones elongated, and human flesh gave way to apex predators.

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.'

"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

The extensive tour of the pack grounds proved to be surprisingly informative. Uncle Marco, with his exuberant personality, led the way, while Cree offered quiet, insightful elaborations. The training grounds were particularly impressive, with warriors organized into specialized groups. The "Donated" wolves, those with magical aptitudes, were divided into four subcategories: ignis (fire), glacies (ice), terra (earth), and caeli (air). Those less magically inclined formed the Bellator combat group, leveraging their speed and strength. The presence of hybrid trainers for the magically gifted wolves was a unique and impactful addition.

Which meant this attack had planning behind it. I opened the pack link immediately. “Everyone listen carefully. Nyx smells wolfsbane. Stay alert for silver or other substances.” Zayden’s voice followed seconds later. “Fight cautiously. If wolfsbane is involved, silver probably is too.” Warriors answered quickly through the link while battle continued raging around us. Then three massive wolves stepped from the tree line directly ahead. “These aren’t normal rogues,” Nyx growled. He was right. The wolves stood far larger than average rogues with thick builds packed heavily with muscle. One pure brown. One gray. One black with scars stretching across his muzzle.