Phantom Wolves Novels & Stories

His bones cracked and readjusted. Growling at Phantom, Zaric launched at Phantom. Phantom also shifted into his grey wolf. Zaric jumped on Phantom. Zaric bit Phantom's fore left leg. Phantom's wolf howled in pain. Zaric clawed Phantom's chest, slicing through the ribs. Using his back paws, Zaric kicked Phantom up in the air. As Phantom came back down on the ground, Zaric grabbed his neck in canines.

Her call is an echo on the wind, a summons to battle that cannot be ignored. Beside her appears a pair of wolves, Aoron and Eta. They connect with the werewolves, seeking compatible partners amidst the pack. Together, they unleash a powerful howl and charge towards the Drider. They attack from all directions, their claws and teeth deadly weapons that tear and rend. Gradually, they manage to break all the Drider's legs, incapacitating it.

Mr Glamora yelled "You don't Understand Mr Glamora, They weren't Just Wolves Okay? Our Men tried fighting them but we were no match for them. They had an Alpha, it was thrice the size of a Lycanthropy [Lycan]. They also had a Cayote and it was almost at it's peak and they had a Banshee, it's voice alone had damaged our Trucks and killed off our Men, I still don't know how I Survived.. " Cornor retorted and there was fear in his voice, Mr Hambora too was dumbstruck, Cornor hadn't told him this part yet.

Realizing Amara was giving me control I tried to stand while shaking off the odd feeling of being in a completely different body. Let’s see what we look like, Amara. She walked over to the edge of the rock, looking down into the dark water. Peering back was a large white wolf with shining blue eyes. We are the Celestine wolf, Amara’s voice sounded in my head, now that you’ve completed the bond it will be easier for me to communicate with you. Before it was like being locked away behind a wall.

Claude thought in absolute revulsion as he threw the rest of the meat back to the wolves who gobbled it down gladly while he urgently wiped the blood from his mouth and tried to ignore what he'd done. DING! [Quest Complete! You fed your injured pack-mate. In the process you reverted (The Starved) back to (The Phantom Wolves).] "Phantom Wolves....that sounds pretty badass to be honest." Claude looked at the wolves and saw that black smoke now billowed down from their muscled bodies in dark misty rivulets like a never ending shroud. "That's new." He said in surprise. He stopped and looked in the direction behind him as he began to

As she looked across the clearing it was filled with wolves, black, brown, grey, sable, and one lone white wolf. He was immense and stood on the precipice, watching those below. A black wolf that was just as big approached and stood by his side. They exchanged glances and looked in her direction. She had to side step to avoid being bowled over by the gigantic black panther that barreled past her on her way to the top of the bluff. She rubbed her body along the side of the white wolf. She purred as he licked her head.

My eyes unconsciously went to the pair—, the two lovers, their transformation was almost in synchronization, like they had done it side by side a thousand times before. One emerged as a sleek silver wolf, his fur catching the flames so sharply it looked as though he had been dipped in starlight. His partner stood beside him, a golden-brown wolf, heavier, with eyes that glowed like molten amber. They nudged each other once with their muzzles, a quiet and intimate touch of their two wolves acknowledging each other. and for reasons I didn’t understand, my chest tightened watching it. The Shadows’ wolves were… extraordinary. Or even more than I could have imagined. All of them were dark phantoms

"I am trying to think of the best way to say this...you are home." "What?" Clara felt her nerves rise. "You're a member of the pack, we all live here. Let me give you a tour." He started towards her and Clara raised her arms, taking a step back. "Live here? Where is here? Who is this pack?" "We're in the mountains, about fifty miles outside of Laramie, no other town is closer. The pack is all wolves, we live and work together, and are for the most part self-sufficient. We are a larger pack, numbering eighty-two now that you've joined us."

I wondered if I had any markings on my face. Then I remembered there was a lake nearby! I could go there and see my reflection. My father watched me for a moment and I saw him give me a slight nod. That was all I needed. I began to run from the circle, running out of the pack's encampment. As I ran, I marveled at all the new sensations I could feel in this form. The earth beneath my paws felt amazing, the wind in my fur was incredible. So lost in all the sensations, I didn't realize that I had been followed by another wolf. I looked over, instantly realizing the wolf was Greyson. His wolf was almost as large as my father's, however while my father was black, Greyson was a dark grey and his e

There was a tale passed through generations, reaching the 21st Century, about a group of werewolves’ special mutation that brings out dormant abilities from a family’s genetic line. They were said to be marked and blessed by the moon goddess for they were the first of her followers. They were given the title of Legacy Wolves, keeping up their tradition and passing on their special traits through their children.