O Six Wolf Romane & Geschichten

I slowly started the car again to continue my journey, but I came to an abrupt stop once more when a huge animal jumped onto the hood of the car. "AHHHHHH!" I screamed, seeing that enormous black wolf staring at me and licking its lips. I honked the horn to make it go away, but nothing made it leave. It was a huge wolf. The wolf jumped off the hood of the car, circling around it, never taking its eyes off me. With trembling hands, I took out my phone and dialed my dad's number, but, great, there was no signal. I slammed the gas pedal and sped away, getting as far away as I could from that wolf.

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!"

- I don't know why I felt in my heart that my mother wanted to say more than she did. This wasn't the first time in my life, but since my father died this has gotten worse. - Mom? You didn't even seem too shocked by the location of the guy's house! - It's just that you finally have your breakfast Beck! We're leaving in thirty minutes to fix our hair for tonight. My mother didn't like to answer questions. I was used to it enough by then, so I didn't question anything anymore. I didn't question my father's obsession with wolf artifacts and legends, I didn't question why she wore a protective necklace against something that only existed in my books.

They didn't stop riding hard, they kept fleeing while shooting arrows in every direction- hoping to hit the strange beast with their arrows. The wolf leaped out again, this time it attacked the 3 guards closest to Cord. It disemboweled one with its sharp claws, then it sent the second one flying with a headbutt, the guard slammed against a tree and dropped dead immediately. Before it could pounce on the third, Cord screamed in fear. The sound of her screaming knocked the wolf back into the woods. Her scream was so powerful the wolf crashed into trees- breaking them and knocking them over for about a hundred meters. "Is it dead?", one of the guards asked with his voice shaky.

His wolf growled out, his black eyes turning gold, a sign of his wolf emerging from its slumber, only for his sister’s own black eyes to turn copper, challenging his with a small snarl. Being born from a powerful alpha like their father, as well as a strong-willed and outspoken woman as a mother, all three Knox siblings were born as an alpha and to say the least, it had led to an interesting family dinner, one of which is far more than enough to give their parents a headache for a lifetime.

A dense ring of werewolves tightened around the two wolves in the center. Both brown, powerful, they are frozen on opposite sides of the circle. Bending down, ready for the next jump, not taking their eyes off each other, they waited. The fact that there had already been clashes was indicated by the crimson fur on their skin. Each left a mark on his opponent. The snowy glade was covered with dark spots - bloody footprints. The werewolf with the yellow stripe on his skin was alert. His eye contact with the enemy was broken, and his gaze darted among the werewolves in search.

The woman tugged at her husband's arm as her eyes clouded over, and she began to speak to him mentally. "Your son is an omega," Axil stated coldly as he began to explain, "let me educate all the humans that are with us today. Werewolves are born with ranks due to their bloodline. We have the Alphas, then the Betas, the deltas, then finally the omegas, the weakest among us. Of course, it is possible for an Omega or Delta to raise in rank, but it's rare since they'll have to kill either an Alpha or a beta. Although they are the weakest of the pack, don't get me wrong. We don't shun them. Our job as leaders is to protect them. That's why werewolves move in packs. Every werewolf in this square r

The wolf was viewed as ferocious and relentless, and the bearer of their symbol was a deadly enemy to have. Moreover, the arrow in the design struck her as odd and had always confused her. Nevertheless, the arrow that was the weapon destined for avengement sliced through only the wolf and the moon. And she had always felt sorry for the wolf. A large, heavy-duty storage cabinet on wheels complete with tools was next to the doorframe, and Minnow could see parts of wheel prints running in front of the door. Minnow could hear a murmur of voices coming from inside the closed chamber. Although she put her ear against the cold steel and believed she was safe against the solid door, it shocked Minno

He dragged her body from the center of the bed to the side of it, lifted her off the mattress completely and Jessie gasped against his palm. He leaned down to hiss in her ear before she had time to struggle, “Five Species are at your house. Be quiet, get dressed and stay at my side. I can see in the dark well enough to lead you.” Jessie nodded in understanding. He eased his hand from her mouth, lowered her until her feet took her weight and snagged her arm. The closet was close. He opened the

This cowboy wolf was none other than Jeremy Lennon, high commander of the Grey Wolf armies, infamous Grey Wolf warrior, and one of the fiercest wolves ever to live. Anytime one of the Wild Eight had returned to their compound near death’s door and clinging to a thread of life, this man had almost always been the one singularly responsible—and that didn’t begin to cover the damage he’d done to the Wild Eight through the information-gathering and patrolling schedules demanded of his men. If she’d thought his battle scars made him intimidating, the pair of eyes locking onto the bush she hid in, as if he saw straight through the shrubbery, chilled her more than the snow beneath her paws. Irises