The Lightning Wolf Chronicles Novels & Stories

females nurture. Once this Pup is born we can all sit down and discuss the future together, I am quite sure if we are all reasonable and compromise we can move forward and put this whole distasteful episode behind us.' Katya glared at them feeling the anger inside her building, they had not listened to a word she had said and this was the final betrayal, the magic within her raged to the surface. She closed her eyes and called to the elements, the sky darkened and the wind picked up swirling around her, 'Conri, Laszlo.'

Another guy stood up, "I'm Ralph Bensen, a member of the beta hounds pack too. I like trekking. If you like to go trekking sometime, I'm pleased to help you." Lucian hit on Ralph's shoulder and made him sit in his place. "I'm Jacob Elrod, member of stealth Mane pack." "I'm Teo, a human." looked at the guys beside him and made a smile at me. "I'm Rudina Hart, alpha female of a howling jaws pack. Nice to meet you, Ms Hopper." Why are there so many werewolves in this class than humans? I saw the guy who helped me from the bus terminal to the school. The talkative guy? He's in this class too?

It had been years, but nothing had really changed. I pushed open the door to Lightning’s office and stepped inside. The room was just as I remembered: dark, cluttered, and filled with the scent of leather and tobacco. Lightning followed me in, closing the door behind him. He leaned against the desk, crossing his arms over his chest, and eyed me warily. “Alright, Lily,” he said. “Start talking. What kind of trouble are you in?”

I turned my gaze back to the wolf and watched the confusion that swirled in his eyes. Then a crack was heard. It startled me so much that I took a step back and collided into Liza with an oomph. The both of us stared wide eyed as the wolf's figure began to distort as the sound of bones breaking and grinding against each other was heard. "Oh my god," Liza whispered fearfully, her eyes trained on the wolf as his form began to shrink and transform before our very eyes. My assumption was right. It was a werewolf.

Damian's wolf was a massive, iron-gray beast with a thick, imposing build that could crush opponents with brute force. Rowan Seres Velden of the Stormrider Pack had a striking presence, with stormy blue eyes that seemed to constantly crackle with energy. His windswept blonde hair, slightly unkempt, gave him a wild appearance, while his calm demeanor contrasted the turbulent forces he commanded. The Stormrider Pack was known for their command over weather and storm elements, and Rowan's wolf, a silver-coated beast with glowing blue eyes, reflected the power of the skies-swift and unpredictable as lightning.

Before either of them could say another word, the earth exploded. A pillar of black mist erupted from the abyss, climbing higher and higher until it pierced the clouds themselves. Lightning crackled through the darkness, but it was unlike ordinary lightning. It was completely silent. No thunder followed. No sound. Only terrifying silence. The creatures surrounding the battlefield immediately dropped to their knees. Every monster lowered its head. Not in fear. In worship. The First Wolf stepped beside Aria. “I’ve never felt power like this.” The First Alpha’s grip tightened around his sword.

It was cold and hot and old and new and terrible and wonderful. The black wolf fell. Luan stood over it. Her chest was heaving. Her body was broken. Her eyes were red and silver and gold. The black wolf's white eyes dimmed. You have killed me, it whispered. Luan leaned down. Her nose touched its cheek. No, she said. I have fed you. For the first time in centuries, you are not hungry. The black wolf's eyes closed. Its body began to dissolve. Not into darkness. Not into nothing. Into light. Gold light. The same light that glowed from the first wolf's bones.

I thought before realizing that it was not actually my thought but my wolf was asking the question of me. ‘If you are so sure it is a good solution to the problem and the end result will far outweigh the pain you are feeling, why the tears?’ I sniffed and wiped my eyes with the back of my hands. ‘Something must have entered my eyes’, I replied. ‘Stop deceiving yourself. This is what you wanted, the best thing to do is to accept it and it's resultant consequence with dignity’, my wolf said. ‘Stop speaking as though, there is going to be a negative consequence because there isn't and stop trying to discourage me!’ I snapped at her.

Heat curled along my body— —but didn’t burn. The figure whispered: “Spirit… unbroken.” Then the third. The storm figure lifted both hands. The wind howled. Thunder cracked. Lightning spiraled toward me like a spear. I couldn’t let this one hit. I pushed outward with my magic— felt the hum of power rise inside me— felt my wolf guiding it— And I released it in a burst of silver-gold light. The lightning shattered. The cavern went dead quiet. Then— All three forms knelt.

The werewolf came, its feet hitting the ground mercilessly as its hands joined in its movement. It broke out from the woods, tearing off the leaves of the trees with less effort, and growling at the sight of the man. “You can't take anyone from my family.!” Mark grinned as he shifted under the bright moonlight. His bones cracked, and his skin stretched beyond its limits, tearing to become as tough as that of a wolf. He growled at the phantom, just as the phantom growled at him. Like two behemoths, they collided, and the green grasses on the ground fell victim to their battle.