Romans & histoires Rise Against Wolf

It was strange that I couldn't react in the right way, because the closer he got and the hotter the heat rose, the more I wanted to get closer to him. He held my arm tightly, I could have screamed for help, but I didn't. Our heavy breathing met as he put his face to mine. And although I didn't understand anything that was happening I didn't want to stop, it was like something burning inside me that kept me from pulling away. His smell was so wonderful that it seemed to enter my subconscious, the warmth of his body emanated all over my body and the sound of his voice was like music to my ears. He marked me, like a stigma that everyone could see.

Wow, I just close my eyes waiting for the pain to hit me, but nothing happens. I open my eyes slowly, was it just an illusion? But I flinch when I see a big wolf on top of the woman who was threatening me. The wolf is completely white, so gorgeous, I get lost as I watch it swiftly fighting her off. Did the wolf just save my life? In one move, the wolf bites off the woman’s head and throws it away.

It had been way too long since I shifted and just ran. Axel was whipping his clothes off so fast you would think he was getting lucky; he was so keen. After putting his clothes in a backpack – we always had one with us for times like this – and handing it to Ayla to wear, he leapt into the air. A black and grey wolf with Sapphire eyes, standing a comfortable eight foot five, was stood before us, shaking his head and stretching his legs. Ace was free, and he couldn’t have been happier. “Okay, well, there is nothing left for it; time for you to meet Blaze!” I declare

My wolf ! Noooooo !

Alpha Klein raised the stick again but something suddenly slammed into him from behind. He staggered forward. Serene gasped. A massive white wolf stood in the courtyard,its silver eyes burned with fury. Alpha Klein stared. The wolf lowered itself, preparing to pounce. Ria mind speaks to the wolf still in her fading consciousness, Ria reached out mentally through her mind.. “Let him be, I will deal with him myself when the time comes”. The wolf froze,its glowing eyes shifted toward her. Then, in a single swift movement, it picked her up gently with its jaws and disappeared into the forest.

she whispered. The title hit me like a slap. Luna. Alpha female. Victor’s mate. I didn’t correct her. I looked at Victor over her bowed head. “I’m done being rock bottom,” I said quietly. He reached out and brushed a tear from my cheek with his thumb. “Then rise, little wolf,” he said. “We’ve got a war to finish.” And for the first time since the crash, I felt the thing inside me, the wolf, the rage, the mother who’d lost everything, stretch her claws and bare her teeth.

The rogue wolves, remnants of Arion's calculated assault, circled with predatory intent. Zavier, his fur a sleek shadow in the moonlight, lunged at the nearest rogue wolf, teeth clashing in a fierce display of dominance. I shifted into my wolf form, the power surging through me as I joined the fray. Dominico fought valiantly, a formidable force against the encroaching adversaries. The courtyard became a battleground, a theater of primal instincts and strategic maneuvers. The scent of blood hung thick in the air as we waged a war against those seeking to exploit the vulnerabilities left in the wake of Arion and Rosie's betrayal.

I laughed as he jumped at me again, and I grabbed him by his leg and tossed him to the ground. "I remember this one time, the two of you decided that you wanted to beat on this one pack wolf. See, he was weak at the time because his wolf had tucked themselves away. What you didn't expect after you tossed him from that cliff and down into the gorge, was for him to come back to life." I moved toward the wolf, aware of another coming up behind me. While the murderer before me was climbing to his feet, I quickly spun around and snapped the neck of the other wolf who had just joined us.

Dead. Yet here I stood staring at proof that it wasn’t. The words surfaced from memory before I could stop them. I could practically hear my grandmother reciting them. “When the Last White Wolf rises, a crescent shall embrace the fang.” A chill traveled down my spine. “The mark will appear before the full awakening.” My grip tightened around the phone. “It will signal the bloodline’s true heir.” The arena noise seemed distant now. Muted. Irrelevant even. “It will signify the rise of the Last White Wolf.”

There was a great blast of icy wind and the werewoves found themselves being drug back towards the hill where the council had assembled. “COULD LAKE. OCEAN MONE. LA LUNE ROSE. LONE WOLVES. VISITING WEREWOLVES. ALL WEREWOLVES MUST ASSEMBLE!” There was a loud rumble followed by a series of pops, like popcorn in the large theater popping machines. Wolves and people began appearing from thin air, all facing the lycan with their heads bowed.