One Piece Wolves Novels & Stories

Where the silver half was molded to form a crescent moon, the gold created a perfectly round sun. Every time I slowed, too busy gawking at the elaborate artwork lining the walls, the wolf at Azrael’s side nudged me with its snout. First of all, the paintings moved. How could I not stop and stare? Second, the legends always said that Orion was the most powerful of the wolf gods, but it wasn’t until now that I actually believed it. It was oh so comforting that he also happened to have the worst attitude. When the wolf bumped me for the fourth time I grunted, “Can you tell your pet to stop pushing me along? Don’t let my perky ass fool you, I’m not cattle.”

Six black wolves rushed into the room. Their eyes were completely white. Silver symbols glowed on their chests. Kael's wolf took control. His bones shifted. Fur spread across his skin. Within seconds, the dark-silver wolf stood beside Lucien. Lucien shifted too. A massive black wolf with crimson eyes. The first undead wolf charged. Lucien intercepted it. Kael attacked another. His claws struck the creature's chest. The silver mark cracked. The wolf screamed. Silver light burst from its body. It collapsed.

He turned to the other warrior who was patiently waiting for us. “They are much alpha and from the look of it the rogues are also with them and some other wolves which we couldn’t identify.” He said, and Dante sighed. “The wolves are from the crescent moon pack.” I suddenly said, and everyone turned to me. “How do you know that?” Dante questioned, his eyes looking directly at mine. I looked at every else except his face as I answered, “I kind of heard that when I was there.” I answered lowly, but I was sure they heard me.

Hannah whispered to him, giving him a small smile. “What do you want?” Asher yelled, turning to look at Knox. “Bad guy..what do bad guys want…money, power, control. Same deal. I want Red Woods…I want to destroy Cross River.” Knox said grinning. The hall door busted open, wood shattering out into the room. A large dark gray wolf came bursting through, flanking his sides were several other wolves, all eyes glowing white except the one glowing ice blue. The back door to the hall busted open, another swarm of wolves came rushing in. The deep chocolate wolf leading the way, eyes glowing ice blue, looked fierce. Her eyes locked with the dark gray wolf as a silent order was given to surround the ro

*Alpha Zero* I held my ground as we waited for barely half a minute and listen to their footsteps get closer. Six wolves, but there is one who stood out from the rest. A big wolf in dark chocolate whose mane is thick and eyes as golden brown with a lengthy tail. His ears are perk and he snarled on the air as he approached. What a rude little wolf! "Identify yourselves! You are standing on the land owned by the Alpha of the North without permission!

He took a seat on the step and signaled for Clara to sit next to him. "You haven't asked who bit you yet." Clara automatically grabbed her calf, the pain felt like a distant memory now. She felt the less she knew the easier it would be to forget. "Wolves are pack creatures. We live for the pack. Without one we will go crazy. Without one you will go crazy." "What are you talking about?" Clara was confused.

As the fight got more intense, the two werewolves shifted, so that where two men were fighting before, there was a very large grey wolf, Thomas, and a slightly smaller black wolf, Jonas. The wolves circled each other, the grey one’s eyes full of wisdom, experience, and anger. In the black wolf’s eyes were a knowing look … and triumph, which was weird because it was being beaten hands down. Several bones in its body had been broken and it was favoring its right front leg, whereas the other wolf was very much unhurt. The fact that the black wolf was being beaten did not seem to faze it, though. Its eyes kept darting around, as though searching for something, so the pack members thought that it

As deadly as a wolf might be, alchemists are far worse creatures. Yes, wolves were much easier to speak with. Bobble, the white tumid fish on her bedside table, watched the wolf with wide, fearful eyes. His gaze is more bulging than normal, if that was possible. The fat little fish looks like its puffy body was filled entirely with anxiety at this moment.

“I may not be a wolf but this is still my pack...and I’m going to even the playing fields” He started firing off the Glock and wolves started going down. The rouge was still fighting but the alpha of the rouge who had been fighting with Jon; suddenly looked and howled at his fellow rouges with the command to take Peter out. Five wolves turned toward Peter and made their way to him. Peter hit another wolf and it went down. The rouge's looked at the whimpering grey wolf in confusion before looking back at Peter.

Oscar vigorously shook his head. “It was more than just being in pain,” he said. “Most of the time, wolves bond with us. It’s on rare occasions that we meet what we’d call a rebel. You have before you, one of the rebels. We don’t meet wolves of his nature often, thank goodness.” I slid my fingers through the wired opening so that the wolf could lick them. “That’s so difficult to believe,” I mused. “Lisa,” Kenzie warned, “don’t press your luck.”