Skylanders Wolfgang Novels & Stories

He body slammed Diesel before stalking towards me. “Not so majestic are you with scaled fur.” I tried to tease Magnus. Saliva dripped from his barred teeth as his body coiled. He launched himself into the air. His attack was interrupted by my father. The white and black wolf took Magnus to the ground. They were snarling and snapping at each other while they rolled over the lawn. Even the sentries stood and watched the match. Both wolves were formidable. From what I remembered from Doc’s lecture, Magnus had super strength and rarely tired.

To only have Volkan nod at him. The person opens a bag and fills a syringe with something, to only have Thora look at it in fear. "It's wolfsbane. It will weaken your wolf to slower down the summoning." She moves her head in no....he can't be so heartless...he just can't! If her wolf weakens? The death wolf will be able to control her more...she may truly go insane then. "No ! Volkan no ! Please! It is not going to weaken it... please don't do this! "

I focus a bit more and notice that one of the wolves is Sylas; he has to be fighting Laslo. Sylas is a huge gray wolf, bigger than Laslo’s white wolf. Laslo’s wolf is swiping at Sylas, and his claws connect here and there. Sylas twists his body and kicks Laslo’s wolf, sending it flying into a tree. Laslo’s wolf lays at the base of the tree, sprawled out. Sylas marches to the tree base and hovers over Laslo’s wolf, snarling and biting. His jaw reaches over and grabs at the white wolf’s neck.

Despite being a part of this pack since birth and growing up within its confines, I have perpetually sensed a sense of detachment, as if I am not truly a part of it. I deeply regret the lack of control I have over my own life. Greetings, I am known as Skyler, a seventeen-year-old individual who possesses the unique ability to transform into a werewolf. I possess an unquenchable thirst for the thrill of the hunt and the taste of fresh blood. My appearance is characterized by my brown hair and captivating silver eyes, which often necessitate the use of sunglasses to shield myself from the painful rays of sunlight. Additionally, I must navigate the challenges posed by the Jocks and the notoriou

The stranger nodded, seemingly understanding my doubts. “I understand your hesitation. But this forest is not safe for a wounded young creature like you. Come with me to Wolfgang. You can rest and heal there,” he suggested. My confusion only deepened at the mention of Wolfgang. I had never heard of such a pack before. Was it a small, obscure pack, or perhaps one that had been cast out of the core packs? “Wolfgang? I’ve never heard of it. I’m sure you’re lying,” I said, furrowing my brows.

“So, we don't deserve each other, because I'm a demon, just like Aldo, and no matter what blood runs through your veins or your last name, you're an angel, Chiara. But I can't forget you, you're scarring my soul, at least what's left of it.” "You're not a monster like my uncle." Wolfgang lets out a feint of a smile. “I am. Because I know the right thing for you is that when this is all over, you can go back to your country, that you can get your life back, but Chiara” Wolfgang tightens his jaw again, and stares deep and hard at me with those dangerous golden eyes, “I don't want to let you go free. I want to trap you forever, even though I know you'll want to run from me as soon as you get th

She knew she could only get away by going up then down to try and avoid him. Wolferan was a dracion and Leanunya knew he had been tracking her for years. He never gave up even though she had outsmarted him every time they had crossed paths. He was very stubborn, more so than a mule. Once he picked a target he would either catch them or they would die; he never gave up on a target he had chosen. He was a black and gold scaled dracion with black dragon wings and it was rumored he was immortal.

He was mad but his wolf was greatly saddened. From then on, when it came to Kinsley, Skylar and his wolf almost didn't see eye to eye. The human in Skylar grew stubborn and heartless. But Kylo remained firm with how he was. A born leader of a pack but bias towards that pale deaf member of the pack.

Z saw in the hologram how horrifying the wolves were, how a few drops of their saliva sizzled to a Wielder’s skin, and how Henmulga couldn’t defeat it, as she’d been reduced to running away. In the final slide, the wolf’s prominent feature had been shown again. Unlike the normal ones, it has a furry body that’s inflamed with blue energy, dancing gracefully from its feet, all the way to its wide-set toxic eyes. The class then ended with Ms. Marietta's note that even a wolf's bark was fatal, for it alone could render the Wielder immobile. Z had been awoken when her head banged against the table. She shook her head, trying to fight drowsiness; however, the more she resisted, the more the whispe

“It’s petty, but this person could be of use to us. Have you heard the story of the White Wolf?” “No.” Hemlock groaned and shook his head at me. I felt like I shouldn’t have said anything while he looked at me like I was stupid. “The White Wolf is a bitch called Sylvia, who looks like a dog; just like you. Her fur is pure white, so you can’t miss her, but she is very fast. We tried to capture her in the past a few years back with another Soul Stealer, but she found out our plan and ripped his head off. She has two children, Ringo and Orlando; you can try to get to her through them if you can. Her brother, Xaivier, is always around; killing him first before making a move would be wise.”