The Wolves Of Novels & Stories

He took a seat on the step and signaled for Clara to sit next to him. "You haven't asked who bit you yet." Clara automatically grabbed her calf, the pain felt like a distant memory now. She felt the less she knew the easier it would be to forget. "Wolves are pack creatures. We live for the pack. Without one we will go crazy. Without one you will go crazy." "What are you talking about?" Clara was confused.

I heard a low growl from Paul, but he kept mute with a warning sign from me as Kim spoke again. “The Crimson Wolves is a group of loyal wolves whose sole aim in life is to spill blood. In a more basic statement, the Crimson Wolves are warriors, fighting for whatever our Master says is right. We swear allegiance to only one ruler, and he dictates everything we do. As a result, we've been involved in numerous killings, notable among them being assassinations. Kings, Alphas, Betas, Gammas, Chiefs, Elders…whatever rank they may be, they are living. And living things can die.”

The extensive tour of the pack grounds proved to be surprisingly informative. Uncle Marco, with his exuberant personality, led the way, while Cree offered quiet, insightful elaborations. The training grounds were particularly impressive, with warriors organized into specialized groups. The "Donated" wolves, those with magical aptitudes, were divided into four subcategories: ignis (fire), glacies (ice), terra (earth), and caeli (air). Those less magically inclined formed the Bellator combat group, leveraging their speed and strength. The presence of hybrid trainers for the magically gifted wolves was a unique and impactful addition.

Ruby red eyes three of them came searching through the darkness. Taking all the full brunt of his attention, they moved like normal eyes melting from the shadows as three wolves stood in front of them. They were not massive like the size of a horse in fact they were normal other than the glowing eyes. The first two wolves had thick black coats, but one was clearly leaner while one had thick hunches and was pure muscle. Then there was the wolf to the right of the black hair wolves. The coat of this wolf was a deep brown almost black color with venomous green eyes that glitter in the light when the glowing began to fade away. “Jake Storm are you ready to die?” A thick husky voice filled the ai

Everything that followed was quiet and uneventful. She dealt with a pack of three eyed wolves that were slightly bigger than her. Their eyes glowed bright red. Their coats were a shiny coal black that could bristle like a porcupine. Their impeccable teamwork made them tricky to handle, but Vanora found and targeted their weak points. Once she did, the wolves easily fell one by one.

He was more than a werewolf his eyes were blazing like fire, the little girl now a dragon, had wing, she must have been a dragon before, and many that went toward the exit were burnt by the fire, the warriors tried all they could, but their strength was not enough, and just one breath, and fire came out of her mouth, and all the perimeter where the soldiers were, was covered in such a great fire that made it impossible for any one to escape, and in a short time, they all died and there was not even a single one that escape to tell the story of what they had seen, to any one, when they all had died, the tree of them were still beasts and they headed towards the settlement, and it was a few st

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.

However, my father had held me back, warning me that while the pack was excited for my arrival and my transformation, I was also dangerous to them. He wouldn't tell me more than that and I had no idea what to make of what he said. I was dangerous to them? Why? Our smell, Danika. As an omega, we can emit...certain smells that entice other wolves. What? Why? Why would we want to emit that? It's not something we can control.

But the wolves did, of course, sniffing them out and killing them when done feasting on the girls. One wolf ate away at the hostess’s beautiful and carefully made-up face. Werewolves consider the eyes to be a delicacy. Another ripped open a girl’s gown, bearing her breasts, breaking her ribs, clawing out the heart and devouring it, still beating, as it squirted thick dark blood.

"What's that?" "What's what? Oh, the wolf?"