Romans & histoires Winged Wolves

a Phoenix. It's wings spread open fully to temporarily glide in the air, layers of flaming feathers thrashing around wildly. Its talons and beak were larger than the Werewolf's head with wings long enough to engulf a tree. Radyn could swear that the creature had spared him a glance before heading straight towards his chosen target, the boar. Oh fuck no, you damn living torch Radyn shared his thought with Kronos. He refused to be outmanoeuvred by an oversized pigeon.

There was a profile of a stag in mid-air on one side of the medallion. ‘I have seen this on one of the guys back in Moonstone. It must belong to a member of our pack.’ ‘Then it must have fallen from Damien. He is from Moonstone.’ Miranda was looking at me as she spoke. ‘Was it that it fell off as he struggled with the abductors?’ ‘If he isn’t one of them, why did he come here?’ ‘He can’t be under a spell, can he?’ I responded ‘A spell strong enough to command a wolf is rare. I know a few witches who can wield but they are all dead.’

Where the silver half was molded to form a crescent moon, the gold created a perfectly round sun. Every time I slowed, too busy gawking at the elaborate artwork lining the walls, the wolf at Azrael’s side nudged me with its snout. First of all, the paintings moved. How could I not stop and stare? Second, the legends always said that Orion was the most powerful of the wolf gods, but it wasn’t until now that I actually believed it. It was oh so comforting that he also happened to have the worst attitude. When the wolf bumped me for the fourth time I grunted, “Can you tell your pet to stop pushing me along? Don’t let my perky ass fool you, I’m not cattle.”

Was he as cold and rude as Greyson was? He's the same. Greyson is an alpha. Alphas wolves are...well, themselves. So...Greyson's wolf is...Greyson? Yeah. When a werewolf is born, they will either unite with their wolves and create one being...thus becoming an alpha, or they will create two personalities. Most werewolves fall into that category. Huh. So...if I hadn't blocked you as much as I did, we might've been an alpha? Maybe. There's no way of knowing now.

His eyes met mine one last time before he took a deep breath and shifted. His bones cracked and within seconds, his wolf form stood in front of me. It was sleek, dark gray, and looked strong but it was smaller than Kaden’s massive brown wolf. Kaden’s wolf let out a deep growl, showing his sharp teeth before lunging again. Kellan’s wolf tried to dodge, but Kaden tackled him hard to the ground. They rolled over each other, teeth snapping, claws ripping into flesh. Kellan’s wolf managed to bite down on Kaden’s shoulder, but Kaden shook him off like he weighed nothing.

Roman swallowed her food quickly. “The Azraels killed my entire pack and family. They are cannibalistic wolves who seek to take the powers associated with certain packs. We were destroyed for our blood. The blood of the sacred sun wolf grants immortality. Previously they hunted and wiped the Spirit wolves off the face of the earth. They aren’t a big pack but each one of them were alphas so they are big…” I could no longer listen and decided to go upstairs to take a nap. As I was falling into a deeper sleep, Roman barged in and slammed the door to the wall.

Scene 1: Beneath the Rebirth Moon The Rebirth Moon loomed enormous and alive, casting silver and crimson light over the Sanctuary. It shimmered like an open wound in the heavens, its pale glow fractured with veins of red, as though the universe itself held its breath. Wolves from every surviving pack had gathered here, seeking refuge and unity in the wake of endless wars. Light wolves with glistening ivory fur mingled uneasily with the dark-furred Eclipse wolves, their eyes wary, their paws twitching with centuries of ingrained hostility.

The winged man moved through the storm, shielding them and protecting them from the madness that was happening on the ground. Then something roared and she turned toward the sound. She saw general Thornfield, Alpha Reginald Almond and another strong wolf she did not know. The general commanded an army of vicious wolves to attack the winged man. But before they could climb to where he was; Light exploded. And everything disappeared. Vivienne blinked, her breath uneven as she returned to the present. The dream was still vivid in her mind. She had a lot of questions. Young Oliver. The winged men, the pale ones, ware-wolves fighting each other. Nothing made sense. Why was the general attacking O

The stone beneath the pedestal exploded upward in a spray of razor-sharp shards. From the black void beneath the floor, they emerged. Pale Wolves. They weren't the sleek, noble Lycans of the North. These were monstrous, ancient things. Their fur was the color of bone, matted with cave-dirt and old blood. Their eyes were milky, blind voids that saw through scent and heat. They were twice the size of a standard Alpha, their limbs elongated and twisted, their claws carving deep furrows into the obsidian as they hauled themselves into the light.