Romans & histoires Water Wolf

Cold anger filled her gaze at me. “Why do you have my wolf”

It hit like a tidal wave, dragging me under all over again. I forced myself to stand, weak and shivering. As I turned toward the mirror, something caught my eye, just for a moment. My wolf was there, but not like any I’d ever seen, she was massive, jet black, darker than night, darker than death itself. Her eyes burned like fire, vivid orange flames dancing in a soulless void. I screamed and stumbled backward, crashing to the floor, my heart pounding like war drums. When I dared to look again, she was gone. Only my own reflection stared back, shaken. What are you? I thought, clutching my chest.

The old wolves growled at seeing their old foe near them. Their shadows united to attack them materializing in a giant wolf, however, the claws of those birds were sharp and very strong. The giant’s eyes have been pierced and his pain can be heard in a very high sound that made the earth tremble. Wolf Paws wolves, along with their clans, took advantage of the help to coordinate in a single attack. The creature roared and howled, the attack on it was heavy, but it had a last resort. His eyes and hair became red and fury took hold of his soul. A part of it, the very feelings with which Kallias had fed them.

Sameka's wolf shrieked as Luna Miriam's wolf tore through her jaw, ripping off the bottom half as she flipped Sameka's wolf over. Sameka Manigo's light-brown average-size wolf was on the ground now missing its lower jaw. Miriam's massive wolf tossed the jaw onto the side of the square. I watched as Miriam's wolf stood towering over Sameka's wolf. The size difference was mind-blowing. The wolf was breathing but was barely able to stand up. Sameka Manigo's light brown wolf shakily, missing her lower jaw. As Miriam's wolf, a huge black-as-night wolf, started to circle, the injured shaky wolf struggling to stand.

This is mainly done during the Moon Festival, when packs all over the world meet for the Moon Annual Ball. Rogue wolves are wolves that have given up their humanity. They decide to live more like beasts than humans, meaning they have no sense of right or wrong. These kinds of wolves are usually killed on the spot by packs. They cause nothing but chaos and mayhem. They are recognized by a rotting smell that clings to them.

Michael Whitlock POV; Spirit walkers are powerful among other wolf packs. This is one of the first things that they learn at a young age, and as they grow older it becomes more common. They could destroy entire armies in the blink of an eye and still stand proudly, as if they were never even in the field to begin with. They are not only strong but also smart; they are very well trained and have excellent senses. They can sense a person' location from miles away. There is something else they can do which is much more dangerous to humanoids.

Dad asked and the doctor nodded affirmatively. 'We can't have them treated here though, the threat is yet to be ridden of. We could be attacked at any moment.' "Yes Alpha. They are strong enough to travel." With dad's decree, everyone began to prepare for our return back home. The fight had occurred in the midst of nowhere. As rogues, it is quite commendable that they had all met and formed such a tenacious group. We have heard stories of how they attacked some weaker packs these past months, they raided their homes for food, money, and jewelries. The humans called them terrorists or bandits but the wolves knew better. These inhumane beings didn't just go around stealing food and property, t

There was a tale passed through generations, reaching the 21st Century, about a group of werewolves’ special mutation that brings out dormant abilities from a family’s genetic line. They were said to be marked and blessed by the moon goddess for they were the first of her followers. They were given the title of Legacy Wolves, keeping up their tradition and passing on their special traits through their children.

Regina A loud growl brought me back to my senses, and I realized that I had been lost in my thoughts for too long. Startled, I quickly scanned my surroundings to identify the source of the growl, my heart pounding with anticipation. I walked toward the source of that growl. As I cautiously approached, my eyes locked on a pair of piercing amber eyes glowing in the shadows. The growl grew louder, revealing a majestic and powerful creature standing before me—a magnificent wolf, whose presence commands respect and awe.

"Why this wolf's favorite hobby is crying?" .......