Skylanders Wolfgang Novels & Stories

I couldn’t think either, seeing the smirk on my father's face and how much he enjoyed it made me even more paralyzed. They tossed a net at me, and it stung to the touch. It must be a net forged with wolfbane. “I'm not at full strength…you have to give in to me, that way I can reach Strigha,” Skylar mumbled. But I still couldn't do anything. “Take it…” my father said to the other hunters as they rushed towards us. “Why don't we just kill it?” Someone asked him. “It's a two-tailed Wolf, its spine must be really strong, we could forge a good weapon from it. Remember we just got information about the clubhouse. We need all the weapons we can get,” my father responded to him.

Diego came back inside and he told me his friends were gonna keep an eye on him. That was a bit strange, but I didn't question it. A little blond hair girl, around my age, ran up in my arms and gave me a huge hug. She had freckles all over her face and the biggest blue eyes I'd ever seen. "I'm Skyler," she chirped. She was a bubbly little thing. Her body stiffened and her nose scrunched but only for a second. What was going on? "Hi Skyler, it's nice to meet you,” I smiled.

Sara reported. “Hugo is at work. He works until four or five on Fridays normally,” Rocco said once we stepped outside. “Where does he work?” I asked. “A brothel near Calabogie.” “I know it,” I said, looking at Sara. “You’re free to go.” I turned to Rocco, undoing my alpha aura. We got back into the car and drove just over a half hour to get to Hugo’s place of work. I was familiar with it as that was where we got our wolfsbane darts supply, which would explain how the rogue was able to obtain them.

Lily ran to where Elias called out, then helped him up. The blood continued to flow like that, and Elias' voice whispered, "I'm fine." “You… are you okay like this?” Lily's tears flowed endlessly, she was afraid that Elias would die from blood loss. The wolf saw the enemy's blood with more and more hatred and the werewolf's blood motivated him to want to kill and eat the opponent. He lunged forward, knocking Lily aside, raising his claws and stabbing Elias in the chest. “Hands off!” The wolf king appeared out of nowhere but turned into a huge wolf, almost twice the size of Douglas. Wolfgang brushed Douglas' long, sharp-clawed arm aside and flung him into the air.

Sara reported. “Hugo is at work. He works until four or five on Fridays normally,” Rocco said once we stepped outside. “Where does he work?” I asked. “A brothel near Calabogie.” “I know it,” I said, looking at Sara. “You’re free to go.” I turned to Rocco, undoing my alpha aura. We got back into the car and drove just over a half hour to get to Hugo’s place of work. I was familiar with it as that was where we got our wolfsbane darts supply, which would explain how the rogue was able to obtain them.

"Stay here." But I didn't stay. I couldn't. I followed him into the garage, where a crowd had gathered around two wolves—one I didn't know, the other unmistakably Skyler. They weren't fighting, not quite. But Skyler had the younger wolf pinned against a workbench, his hand wrapped around the kid's throat, his eyes glowing that eerie ice-blue that meant his wolf was too close to the surface. "Skyler!" Marcus's voice cracked like a whip. "Stand down. Now."

In the blown window, a brown she-wolf crouched half inside, breath hot and rotten, eyes intelligent and hateful. “Out of my house!” Jake bellowed. The wolf weighed him, then lifted a muscled forearm as he fired. Rounds sparked off hide and bone. Zak and Tara piled in. “Smart bitch,” Jake snapped, still working the trigger. “She’s not going down!” Zak barked, stitching a burst. “Body!” Jake yelled. They dragged fire off the skull. The she-wolf shrieked, rocked, then vaulted backward into the yard and vanished into the dark.

Not fast enough to raise questions. As they circled the field, he observed. Kael ran like a battering ram—powerful, aggressive, careless. His dominance bled outward constantly, pressing against weaker wolves, forcing submission without effort. Kael — Werewolf Candidate Trait: Raw Strength Combat Style: Overwhelming Force Mentality: Bully Dominant Current Rank (Unofficial): Top Tier, Unrefined Lykos ran differently. Silent. Efficient. Every step measured. His aura was compact, disciplined, controlled so tightly it barely registered unless you were looking for it.

"Everyone knows the Rivera girl is a rare white wolf. Her pups will be top-tier Alphas, every single one. Whoever mates her becomes the future Alpha King." "And look at her—the Moon Goddess must've carved her by hand." "A wolf like that, blood like that, Is Damian insane?" "Poor Rivera girl. Her own mate doesn't even want her." The whispers circled. Everyone was certain I'd name Damian—they'd all seen how badly I'd fallen for him. In my last life, I worshiped Damian as my savior. White wolves are rare, which means my life was never peaceful. I got snatched by rogues once.

This was not the kind of welcome I’d anticipated. Then I saw her—Skylar—her usually vibrant energy now subdued as she cradled her son in her arms. My heart clenched at the sight of her cowering near a fallen tree, a rogue looming over her with deadly intent. Before I could move to help, a flash of fur blurred past me, and I saw Grey—his wolf form tearing into the rogues with feral determination. . When Grey reached Skylar, she was already bleeding, her abdomen slashed open by the rogue’s claws. My stomach churned as I watched the strange woman step in, her magic weaving a protective barrier and then healing Skylar with her spell