Skylanders Wolfgang Novels & Stories

Alastor lifted himself off of me and let out a sigh. "I'll follow them," Dakari muttered and jumped off the stage, his clothes shredding around him. Tasha stared after him before giving in and jumping off the stage as well. Her wolf was the color of her skin. Chocolate brown. Her fur looked like a different texture too but she sped away too quickly. Alastor looked toward Alma. She sighed in defeat and followed the two. Her wolf looked like Alastor just a lot smaller and she had white accents. He phased and rolled onto his back next to me. "That was a disaster." He whispered.

We would be just about even by the numbers in a bit, but then I realized that Brice and Starla had also shifted, and Brice was standing next to Joshua, facing off against his own pack. Starla wasn’t standing still, though. I didn’t know what to think of the situation as she flung herself into the fray, lunging right for the largest of the Parker wolves, her sharp teeth sinking into his neck. He yelped and tried to throw her off, but Starla, a brilliant, beautiful red wolf, didn’t let go. I was shocked; what in the world had gotten into her that she was willing to fight so ferociously on our side? I couldn’t explain it, but as the other wolves joined into the fight, I stood at the ready, lett

In fact, he looked a little arrogant. Skylar had no interest in the pursuit of power. He did that so that he could collect news about Archfiend Antigonus. After all, the Heavenly Alliance was powerful, and its disciples were all over the Nine Mainland. If he became the Alliance Master, he would be in a better position to get news about the Archfiend Antigonus. Skylar was very confident in the contest against Rogart. With his fiend soul, Skylar's strength had reached a level that no ordinary people could imagine. He was confident that he could defeat Rogart even though the latter had come from the Godly Region.

The whole place had a pulse of excitement and anticipation. The tailors gave me the clothes for tonight. It is a three-piece suit made from wool that matches our eye color, blue, and silver. They embroidered the sleeves with symbols of our pack, the triskele. “Alarick!” I shouted as a lot of werewolves also occupied the tavern. “Ylva’s looking for you.” Alarick nodded and went in my direction. He looks like a busy merchant trying to greet all his emptor. “Let her be. She knows her way around.”

Neither does Diesel. Lexi reaches out her hand like she is going to pet us then pulls her hand back. “ I’m sorry. That was rude. I shouldn’t assume you want me to pet you. I guess I’m used to having Argos around.” Diesel growls at the thought of her touching another wolf. Lexi laughs “ Easy boy. He is just a friend. I think. He is a wolf like you. And I talk to him as well. He is my only friend actually. Kind of sad that my only friend is a wild animal.” Diesel and Kratos walk up and lay their heads on her knees. Neither like the feeling coming off her.