Vampire Wolf Novels & Stories

The wolf, seeing this, jumped in front of me, effectively blocking the vampire's path. The wolf's body was low to the ground, his blood-covered teeth bared as he snarled violently at the crimson-eyed creature. The vampire's wings went back threateningly, looking as though he was about to strike, but the wolf's ears went back as well and its eyes narrowed dangerously. The vampire glanced at the pile of ash that had been its companion and seemed to rethink its diet plan. It seemed that the creature didn't think that a fifteen-year-old girl was Worth getting his heart torn out by a very pissed-off wolf as it growled in frustration at its meal being ruined and Flitted off into the forest without

I said to myself and then, something in the air changed. The wind blew the trees and the ground shook. It felt good but then, a sharp pain hit me. I gasped, and my eyes blurred. It felt like my skin was on fire and my bones were breaking. Then suddenly, a quiet voice sounded inside my head. “I am Frankie. Your wolf.” My eyes opened up, and they glowed. The vampire’s smile fell and he looked scared. “Y—you. You’re the special wolf!” He stuttered. I was just as shocked as him, especially when I heard him call me the special wolf, and the weird part was that my wolf was red! In all my life, I had never seen nor heard about a red wolf, so why was my wolf red?!

After a while, she saw Andreas pin a struggling Zimri to the ground and began to run up to him. His green wolf eyes turned to hers and when he saw how battered she was, he let out a terrifying growl. Zimri found his chance and before Eleanor could blink, his teeth sunk into Andreas' skin. He howled in pain and fell. Zimri smiled down at him, then rose his evil eyes to Eleanor's shocked ones and said, "A vampire's venom is lethal to a wolf. Even him."

Other wolves come in a variety of colors, some white, but there is always at least some hint of another color on their fur, and their eyes can never be violet. Rafael had also studied other supernatural creatures in addition to vampires. He knew everything there was to know about them, and he had studied the fact that Lycans were extinct and were known to be the most lethal creatures, even more lethal than vampires. Rafael was proud and honored to have been blessed with such a strong mate, and seeing Astrid and Scarlet made him feel like he was getting more attention. Yes, he was looking forward to that. He chuckled at his own thoughts, but there are still many questions Rafael and Astrid ha

" he asks firmly. "I don't know, I just got out," I try to explain but he is not having it. He grabs me by the collar of Alanis's T shirt and pulls me until we are out of the house and in front of Alby Crix's house. Alby is the oldest wolf in out pack and he is the wisest. He has all the answers. Werewolves get old, we can live for 1000 years or more but at a point we start ageing. Which almost makes us like humans.

“What’s your point?” “Oh, just that they could literally kill each other,” he says sarcastically. “A vampire needs to drink the blood of his Fated to bond with them, and a wolf needs to claim their mate with a bite. Vampire blood kills wolves, while a wolf’s bite is fatal for a vampire. See where I’m going with this?”

Demon wolf — a creature of death. That was what everyone called it. A monster as Mira called it. All species had coexisted with each other for thousands of years especially with the vampires. It was said for someone to become a demon wolf, he or she had to survive more than three different blood in the body. Each blood from each species of the Moon Goddess’ creation. These bloods were poisonous to each other. Nobody could survive it. Everyone just assumed the demon wolf was just a myth.

The fear screaming from her eyes of the unknown would scar my soul for eternity. In a matter of minutes, a lovely white wolf lay in a puddle of blood and plasma. Esme panted heavily. Her eyes were wary but on mine. “You’re okay, Esmerelda.” A noise from the edge of my property made me look past her. The whole pack stood like sentries watching my mate. Cyrus, the largest grey wolf, stepped towards us and bent his head, revering our newest member.

I said, hoping to interrupt the verbal sparring. "Yes," Alexis said. "But we have seldom crossed paths. I am aware of only two or three instances when a shape-shifter has made his appearance known to a vampire, and each time it was when the animal shifted back into human form upon death. Your Wolf Pack is the only one that can be identified by vampires. Your Wolf Pack will be the first to be destroyed once the Elders decide to strike. But your Wolf Pack is the only one that can even hope to locate the rogue werewolves because you do possess a power that we do not." His eyes shifted back to Paul, who had refused to sit. "And that is the power of a bloodhound that can sniff out the whereabouts

He was horrified by the image, so he immediately scrolled down to the website's context and read it. “Werewolves are people who morph into vicious wolves, according to some legends. The weaker ones look exactly like a normal wolf and can be seen in some cold weathered parts of the world. The powerful ones are mutants—a combination of human and wolf. They have a hairy human head with sharp fangs, elongated sharp claws, and a fur-covered human body. But both are bloodthirsty beasts who can not control their lust for killing. They have a thousand times more senses than anyone else—”