Vash X Wolfwood Mga Nobela at Kwento

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.

His wolf stirred, and his eyes flashed gold before he threw back his head and released a long howl. The sound reverberated off the trees, and his men answered, providing him with a keen sense of his soldiers’ positions and acting as a warning to their enemies. Though Jeremy was the only wolf in the clearing, he was far from alone. Maverick hadn’t specified anything against intimidation. As his howl ended, Jeremy inhaled a sharp breath. Three vampires several meters upwind. A low growl grumbled in his chest as the scent drew nearer. “You failed to follow protocol,” he called out.

It was seconds from breaking bad. Xander and Kincaid came down the path at full speed, forty-five vanguard wolves right behind them in armored transports. The vehicles kicked up dust as they barreled straight into the gap between the two sides. Xander’s lead transport skidded to a stop, wedging hard into the line. He jumped up onto the hood, boots heavy on the metal.

I tell them. “Good,” my father says. “Jax, inform the remaining alphas to return another day—including Alpha Caleb and Luna Marcie.” Jax nods. Moments later, three large black wolves emerge from the forest. They shift behind the trees and step forward fully dressed. We exchange bows before introductions begin. Two are mated. One is younger—newly an Alpha. We talk briefly. And we wait. “For Herk?” one of them mutters. “I’ve heard he’s not the most trustworthy Alpha.”

My voice cracked over the field hard enough that wolves still close enough to hear lifted their heads through panic. “Stop wasting steel on the scaled backs!” One of the younger warriors, Vandwood, maybe nineteen, barely a real beard under the blood on his face, had been hacking uselessly at the upper spine of a Vaelcryn while the thing worried at another man’s leg. I reached them in three strides, drove my shoulder into the younger wolf hard enough to knock him off line, and buried my blade through the soft point beneath the creature’s ear. It convulsed. I tore the blade free.

I heard cries from the guys, which means they have already coped with their task. “An old shabby wolf and a young she-wolf,” a mocking voice of the owner was heard. The paws standing on the ground began to freeze. PAWS, NOT LEGS! Yes, what is he? I growled and twitched to the side to stretch a little and throw off the obsession. Where is this bastard hiding? Soon I felt that Mikhail began to move around. Yes, stop! Are we fire wolves and are we freezing now? Rave! I bristled, and my fur was instantly covered with fire. The fog began to dissipate. Illusion! Vampires are empaths, even if I can't be commanded by force, illusion is different. Catching the scent of the vampire master, I rushed to

The wolf jumped again towards the Cursed until they were slammed into a tree. Hugo's breath jolted out, his gaze turned angry. Aryadi grunted in front of his enemy's face while sticking his claws into the man's chest. Hugo shouted out once. His body trembled for a moment before yawning and quickly turning into a wolf in red fur. Aryadi the black wolf gave a startled voice. Hugo took advantage of that split second by throwing the wolf Aryadi's body. Aryadi was thrown several fathoms while Hugo stood tall in his form as a wolf proudly.

The forest rumbled. “Keep him away!” Rafaya roared. “Now!” The packs surged toward the Xavier. Vael led a batch of wolves, his eyes were wide but shining. The red moonlight caught his blue snowy fur as he launched himself at the demon wolf from the opposite side, Isaiah followed behind them. Xavier didn’t blink. He simply stepped aside, and Vael’s shoulder slammed into a tree. Splinters flew. He shook, pain flooding; but he raced back up, wiping blood from his snout, and howled.

Blood drips from my mouth and fur as I come back into myself, eyes wide and wild as I search frantically for her red wolf amongst the carnage. I breathe a sigh of relief when I spot her standing on the periphery with Fallon, seemingly unharmed. Then I follow her sight line to see Chase, the one she called out for over the mind-link. He’s rooted in place as a shadow pack wolf lunges at him, but Vaughn intercepts just in time, knocking his son out of the way. Making the ultimate sacrifice. He doesn’t have time to react or defend himself before the other wolf sinks its teeth into Vaughn’s neck, yanking back and twisting sharply. His body goes limp and crumples to the ground.

On the right flank, chaos erupted. A massive black wolf, Ashren, burst from the bushes. He hit the Hounds with the force of a freight train. He didn't bother shifting fully; he was a blur of fur and claws. He tore the rifle from one Hound's hands and tossed him aside. "Clear!" I shouted. Drax stood up from behind the log. He looked pale, sweating profusely, but he managed a grin. "Took you long enough," Drax grunted. "I was about to get bored."