Wof Graphic Novel 9 Novels & Stories

Ares turned pages to read about breedmates. He wasn’t surprised by the detailed information knowing that the king involved professor Ward in their mission. That would only mean that the man was very competent. The more Ares read the more he felt like this had nothing to do with Corinna. The breedmate information was about female werewolfs, not humans so it couldn’t apply to her sister but as he read about the male part, which also seemed the pages Aria focused on from the places she marked, he felt a strange way.

Whole villages apparently had that ability and when danger presented itself they shifted into their wolf shape, gathered as a pack and disappeared. The first thing that caught her attention was the extensive family chart at the very beginning of the book. Labeled Pack Diagram, it listed all the human form names of what she assumed was an entire pack. What on earth could this have to do with her grandparents? Did they study this? Surely they weren't - No. She gave herself a mental slap. That was just too wacky to even contemplate. She was letting her imagination run away with her. The legends fascinated her from the moment she opened the volume, especially those chapters about werewolf shifte

Axil smiled gently, "of course you were. I was reading a book on your human history. I'm trying to get up to date with all the events that have happened thus far, I'm sorry if I'm not of much help to you." "It's alright. I perfectly understand, that's a great idea. It saves us the trouble of explaining everything." I glanced back at the book I just gave up on, "I'm going to look for another book." Axil pushed his book aside and leaned into the table, crossing his arms on the surface, "before you do that... I've been curious." I looked back at him curiously. What was it that he wanted to ask now? "How much do you know about werewolves?"

Chapter 3: The Price of Pride Trope: Mafia / Humiliation / Power Exchange Heat Level: [NOIR] Marco didn’t let her stay on the floor for long. He grabbed her by the arm and forced her upright, his grip leaving dull red marks on her pale skin. Sofia stumbled, her legs still shaking from the forced release he’d just wrung out of her. She tried to pull away, her eyes flashing with a spark of the old McAllister defiance, but he just tightened his hold.

I sighed. I turned to the first story and started reading. I read story after story. Some were interesting, some were familiar, some were bizarre. Then, more than halfway through the book, I found it. The very first line read, "There once was a young girl. Her wolf had no name." It was titled, 'Child of Stars', kind of fitting since my Dad's wolf is Starfire. My wolf chimed in with her usual pessimism, 'It won't help.'

I gave him a nod, giving him permission for the kill. He didn’t hesitate and snapped his neck. The rogue whimpered, as did the young rogue she-wolf in front of me who dropped her body on the ground. Her ears pointed downwards to her nozzle. She whimpered as the light leaves the bigger rogue’s eyes before Colton drops his dead body with a thud. I settled my gaze on the she-wolf. Her light brown silky fur glistened under the moonlight. I let my eyes roam over her. She is thin, malnourished, but one thing bothers me.

They didn't stop though, they kept riding hard on their horses away from the fortress. Just before they got to the Blade lake river, they heard the howl once more and a big black wolf leaped out of the woods, the wolf ripped off the head of one of the guards and disappeared into the woods again- leaving the guard headless on the floor with his horse running off into the dark. They didn't stop riding hard, they kept fleeing while shooting arrows in every direction- hoping to hit the strange beast with their arrows.