Skylanders Wolfgang Novels & Stories

Even on days when the sun beat down on the tangled landscape below. Then, of course, there was Wolfgang. Wolfgang was a big, fierce-looking Wolf Hound. An ugly scar ran along the top of his muzzle and trailed into the corner of the mouth, turning it into an endless sneer. Wolfgang spent the day growling or barking (he didn’t seem to have a particular preference) and generally intimidating anyone who came near the house without Miller’s sanction. Wolfgang had his own rundown dog-house in what Miller referred to as his garden. In reality this ‘garden’ was a junkyard crammed with mounds of metal and plastic and paper, capable of hiding four misshapen old cars. There were piles of tyres which ap

The scales were even. Fluffy moved backward, changed his direction. Wolfgang saw that. He countered. Fluffy continued to move backward. In his eagerness to finish this, he didn’t see a huge hole that was right behind him. He slipped. The hole greeted him. “So, this is how it ends. What a way to finish an adventure,” Wolfgang looked at the trunks that were stored there. The trunks were returned to the merchant. Everyone was prepared to leave. The merchant loaded the cart. He turned to his friends.

Kent growled, and his breath moved my loose blonde hair. “Change back. Change back now!” I demanded. He was scary. Probably more than the wolf that attacked me. Thankfully, the fur dissipated back into skin and his wolfish features turned back to manly ones, as two of his four arms turned back into arms and he was standing upright again. Naked.

His chest heaved, the veins in his temples thrumming with fury. Yet beneath the rage was something more dangerous, fear. Not fear of death, he had long made peace with mortality but fear of irrelevance, of being eclipsed. For all his brutality, Xavier Wolfgang had clawed his way to dominance. He would not watch the throne of wolves slip from his grasp into the hands of a bastard son with healing in his veins and destiny at his back.

How could they possibly serve as an artifact spirit for some unknown kid? That would be way too embarrassing to even mention. "Don't write it off so fast. Chase even managed to snag a top-tier two-headed dragon as a pet. Having one of your Silver Moon Sky Wolves as an artifact spirit is totally within the realm of possibility," Andre said, watching Walter the two-headed dragon working hard to resist the Zago army. He then glanced at Barry as well. Right, there was also the Sky Demon general. His Sky Demon armor was clear proof. Hearing Andre put it this way, Hardy also felt it made some sense. He tentatively used his spiritual consciousness and identification techniques to examine the Greedy

The little she-wolf threatens us as she holds back her tears. “And if we don’t help you?” All our eyes snap at the one person who has the heart to ask this kind of question to a child who is already on the verge of crying: Reagan. “We will let everyone know that the Gypsy Wolf and the Demon Wolf can heal. That’s going to be chaos. Every Wolf Blood needing to be cured will be after them. The Demon Wolf is near your territory. The Gypsy Wolf is a constant visitor here. Wolf Bloods will be flocking your area in no time.” Skyler shoots us like a cannon, not stopping until she lays it all on us.

he winked. “Now that we can do, Dad !” My wolf, Sky cried out in excitement. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

Snarling the rabid wolf stepped forward in our direction, Skylar placed a protective stance in front of me as the rogue ran towards us, its paws pounding the dirt forcefully each time they landed. The wolfs paws left the ground as it leaped, mouth open ready to sink its teeth into us. Skylar caught the wolf around its neck holding it suspended in the air as it struggled to free itself. “Nasty little thing isn’t it” said Skylar, scrunching his nose. “It is” I agreed. The dark black eyes of the rogue met with mine as it growled loudly, circling its head snapping its canines. Tightening his grip on the wolfs neck it whimpered, panting for air.

The trusted advisor attempted to dissuade Slav from embarking on the perilous journey. Slav deftly evaded a strike, acknowledging Zar's concerns. "I understand your apprehension," he replied with a sidestep. "But trust me, I won't be caught. I'll return unscathed, bearing a wolf-blood as proof. You'll see," he reassured his companion, a mischievous smirk playing on his lips.

I began. "You what?!" Skye yelped in surprise, immediately rushing over to his desk but slowing when I flinched at his sudden movement. “Sorry.” He said softly. I waved away his apology. “It's fine. As I was saying, I put wolfsbane in the well." I repeated. "And soon the pack is going to be too weak to give chase." I thought that Skye would be happy, but he frowned, mouth popping open in shock. “Why would you do that?” He sputtered. “Surely not everyone here is evil! What about the children?”