Vash X Wolfwood Novels & Stories

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.

“Xavier, come in. What is your status? Has the train arrived?” Xavier came on the line, the connection falling in and out of static. “ETA fifty-two minutes, give or take.” “Roger that. Keep me updated,” Vescovi said. “Roger that.” The first werewolf Vescovi saw dived off the roof of a building into a mass of shadows. Instead of going through them or having its soul taken, it tore at the dark figures, turning them into an insubstantial mist. That one werewolf was followed by about two dozen more. Daniel threw his head back, roaring and thumping his chest. Vescovi could only assume one thing—the werewolves were from Sven’s pack. They fought with a ferocity he had never seen before.

A group of werewolves had come to Vishal's house. They were in the living room. Vishal was standing in front of them. His parents came there too and stood beside him. A werewolf, "How long shall we wait?" Vishal "Agastya is not alone. Yashika, another born vampire, is also with him. She, too, wants war. We need to be very careful. Handling two born vampires is not easy. Especially when one of them is their clan leader."

Those same honey-fire eyes glowed with a luminous intensity. The wolf stepped toward her, and Vanessa instinctively backpedaled. A low growl rumbled out from the huge animal. Another massive paw pressed forward, and another. She continued her retreat until her back hit the living room wall. The wolf pressed on, stepping within inches of Vanessa. The large muzzle released breaths in puffs of warm air within the cold room. Vanessa cautiously reached a hand toward the beast. Its fur was soft beneath her touch until ice coated the individual strands. She quickly pulled her hand away. The wolf shook, shedding the bits of ice with minimal effort.

By spilling the contents of Xavier’s body all over this Alliance. I fight my way to the entrance of the compound and I’m hit from the side. I’m sent skidding across the sand. I stand and shake the sand off and search for the one who’s dead next. Out of the dust, blood and fur, a very large, shaggy black wolf prowls my way. He’s drooling and snarling. Devlin. My wolf lowers his head. Bring it. He ran at me and we clashed on hind legs, growling and biting at each other.

“We’ve had this conversation many times, sweet one. You always resist it at first. But you always come back to me.” She began to move around me, not touching, just orbiting, as if I were something delicate, something fragile. She didn’t speak in commands this time. Her tone was low, almost affectionate. Like she had learned the cadence that made me listen. Like she had studied the cracks in my mind and knew exactly how to slip inside. “She betrayed her bloodline,” Vasha said. Her voice was even, without judgment. “She mated with a werewolf. She was meant to lead us, not throw herself away. Not choose the animals over her own kind.”

Inside, traps awaited—silver nets, gas vents—but we pressed on. Voss waited in the heart, surrounded by guards and prototypes. "Blackwood! Come to kneel?" "To bury you," I growled, charging. The battle raged: claws clashing, bullets flying. Viktor took a hit, silver grazing his arm, but fought on. I reached Voss, our wolves colliding in a frenzy of fur and fangs. He was cunning, dodging, striking low, but my fury prevailed—jaws closing on his neck, ending the threat with a snap.

“What did you do without my consent?” “I just found a she-wolf in the heat with a great thirst for revenge and I helped her.” “Who did you want to eliminate?” “That bitch of a cursed she-wolf!” Just hearing those words, Vlad throws Frank against the wall with one hand. The wolf’s body begins to crack like ceramic, and just staring into his red eyes, the stench of death fills his lungs. “Were you planning to take out the red-eyed woman?” “I...believed...I believe...that...”

Never again would he make such a mistake. He rode through the woods and then up the hill to his castle. Before he could enter his home, he already sensed the other's presence. Just when he wanted to be alone, they had to be here. They liked to gather in his home sometimes. The dark interior and the mysterious feel of the Wolf's den fascinated them as well. Rayven knew this would be his home from the first time he saw it. He bought it immediately for a cheap price since no one wanted to live here. Not that he ever needed to worry about money.

“You'll not going to catch them!” Lachlan has unleashed X. He growled angrily. His wolf leaped foward intercepting the group of vampires going after Maridelle and Sebastian. This is all he can do to pay for his fault, for now. Lachlan landed his first attack on the two vampires leading the group. The first vampire was thrown into the air; leaves from the tree was snapped and swirls to the ground as the vampire hit the trunk of the tree; a loud grunt was echoed. The other vampire was dragged to the ground; his face was burried deeply onto the ground under the mighty paws of his wolf. His wolf has increased the force of his step on the vampire's face. Two are down. Few more to go.