Ultima Wolf Novels & Stories

They were smashing and killing the red corps that are using ordinary leg and gun to attack, plus Kambiri's ultima wolf fighting alongside them. Ultima wolf fighting alongside them? Yes of course, since the boss has left to fly ships he already know how he can insist at this kind of condition. And the wolf is actually doing incredible work, he was giving a very tough fight to the red corps. The wolf does not only slaughter and rip them apart with his claws and deadly teeth but it also catches their ships and shatter it with mouth. So the wolf is truly giving an incredible war to them and it's really helping the team.

I trip over a branch and fall. “We can not be the pack with The Ultima! Everyone will come in search of you, to use you as the weapon you are.” I look up at him with one eye. The ultima? Ultima’s are folklore that my great-grandma used to tell us about. The ghost stories of the wolf that came now and then to help replenish the werewolf community with the gift of recruiting humans to be wolves based on their skill sets. Well, until the last Ultima, that is.

Lucifer stared at the wolf in astonishment. He couldn't believe what was being displayed in his view. Her stripes furs were glistering blue and her forehead has an empty hole with a pink light twilight inside. He leaned towards her to see what was inside, but as he approached further the hole darkened and the light in her fur changed to white with a stroke of pink that varied to red. But how is it possible her wolf was alive without her heart? He thought as he came closer to view the empty hole in her forehead. Which made him realize that she is an Ultima wolf.

“Now the man is out. Apparently this is the alpha of their flock. - You'll have to believe. - I bristled. I can't stand it when people look down on me. The flame instantly appeared in my palm. Now the noise of the crowd has died down. - I, Luna, black she-wolf. I said proudly. - Your pack was attacked by black wolves? - White. The bartender snapped. Didn't know they were here too. - Sorry. – Removing the flame from my palm, I answered. - Not very noticeable. The bartender chuckled. - Our life is like a wolf, you are either a victim or a killer. “I didn’t even lie, saying rude words. Because this is true. - They attacked our settlement in the mountains. - The barmaid explained, since the alph

Her last scream becomes a majestic howl. 'Astrid!' She tries to stand on all fours and struggles with her balance. 'Whoa!' Seth and Leon say, amazed. 'She's a pure white wolf!' Seth adds. Unsteady on her feet. I help her balance. 'Steady now, nice and slowly. I have you.' She is beautiful: the most beautiful wolf I have ever seen. She is so large, similar to me in size. 'Pure white wolves are only from—' 'Moonstone Crest. Astrid is the last of her pack. Her mother, Alyssa, was a future Luna, and her father was Alpha Axton,' she explains.

He asked her “I recently talked to your mom. Her wolf is dying and wanted to talk to her.” Rhiannon said, stopping to give Keyne a minute to allow her words to sink in. “Wait, I didn’t think wolves could die.” He said sounding a little confused. “That isn’t true, a wolf can die but it is very rare. The last wolf to pass was 3 goddesses ago. A wolf only truly dies when its spirit becomes broken beyond all repairs.” “What does this have to do with me?” He asked.

He was a bigger wolf than she was, by God. Used to working with—taller and with broad shoulders. His guilty determination prevented him from averting his gaze from her or making a concession. It is understandable why Larissa was drawn to the attention-grabbing gray. Lelandi couldn’t help but ponder the experience of having a romp with a boisterous wolf like him. Yet, damned if it hadn’t resulted to Larissa’s death. Keep company with those of your own type, as her father would have advised. No humans; only the red type of lupus garou. No one raised a cup to take a sip of their beverage, and not a single person moved. She fought the need to swallow and pushed herself to look at Darien to see w

Instead, they’d walked into an ambush. A sharp howl echoed from the far side of the trail. I looked up just in time to see one of Ralph’s remaining warriors shift into his wolf. The gray wolf burst through a gap between two trees. One of my warriors started after him. I raised a hand. “No.” The wolf was already too far ahead. By the time we’d catch him, we’d leave the boys, the prisoners, and our own men exposed. Not worth it. Our mission hadn’t changed. Recover the boys. Secure the prisoners. Leave.

He might survive, but is surviving enough? ‘You’ve already given him food and taught him how to have more,’ Bliss consoles me. ‘Do you think he would want to come with us? To find others?’ ‘He doesn’t need an adventure or challenges. He has had enough in his life,” my wise wolf recites her wisdom. “He needs stability right now.’ I have to agree with her, but I’m not sure if he will find that stability with humans. The system hasn’t treated him well, and now that he is out of it, it is even worse.

Dead. Yet here I stood staring at proof that it wasn’t. The words surfaced from memory before I could stop them. I could practically hear my grandmother reciting them. “When the Last White Wolf rises, a crescent shall embrace the fang.” A chill traveled down my spine. “The mark will appear before the full awakening.” My grip tightened around the phone. “It will signal the bloodline’s true heir.” The arena noise seemed distant now. Muted. Irrelevant even. “It will signify the rise of the Last White Wolf.”