Romans & histoires Wolf By Night

It wasn't a normal growl it made the whole mansion tremble. I didn't think. I leapt. I bounded across the room, cleared the shattered balcony railing, and plummeted through the night air. My silver fur caught the crimson moonlight. I landed with a thunderous, concussive force right in the dead center of the battlefield. The shockwave blew dust and debris outward, forcing both Night Pack warriors and rogues to stumble back. As the dust cleared under the bleeding sky, every single wolf on the field froze. I felt him before I saw him. Leonhart's massive, midnight black wolf went entirely rigid at the front lines. Blood dripped from his jaws, but his amber eyes locked onto me and his whole body

Zafira Nightvale POV "The first female wolf did what her rogue tail shouldn't have done, the second female wolf marched right where her paws shouldn't have stepped, and the third female wolf my golden eyes have never even looked at inside this territory!" Vickon Blackwynd growls real low to my face, his big chest moving up and down against the furs. "The very first female wolf who tried to claim my mating bond had bad thoughts in her brain because the Darkmere Crossing pack paid her pouch to steal our map secrets, but my claws caught her before she could touch the pack letters."

The wolves come at night, and their howls are as soft as thunder. It was a childhood saying I used to hear when I was young. It pertains to the style of attack of an Alpha King and his pack. They never attack at daylight. They always sneak at night and only then you’ll hear their howl when they’re surrounding you. I blinked at the two white wolves before us. I slid my eyes at the Blackwind Pack soldiers. They have nowhere to run as the hallway of the dungeon is also filled with screams and the sound of flesh being torn apart.

But with each pounding step, the allure of the alphas' howls grew stronger, tempting her wolf to surrender to their call. The cool night air caressed Lucia's flushed body as she stumbled through the dense foliage, her wolf's keen senses heightened by the pulsing heat that radiated through her core. The distant howls of unmated wolves echoed through the trees, setting her wolf on edge. Distracted by the insistent throbbing low in her abdomen, Lucia faltered, not realising she had wandered into the no-man's land between the Blood Moon and Blue Mountain packs.

Spotting something my human eyes couldn’t see. “What is it?” “Nothing to worry about.” He answered, and just then another wolf walked forward. Almost as huge as Wraith. Its fur was a black so thick, it easily blended with the night’s darkness. Ice-blue eyes stared at us. Rex. He passes a silent message to Wraith and then disappears back into the night. “We should head back.” Wraith says to me, lowering once again, to let me climb on. “Why?” “There is a fight going on; werewolves fighting isn’t a pretty scene. I need to get you back.”

I was happy at that, this was the truth as it was and not a lie, not hidden by people or carved into whatever would work for them. As I read on through the various prophecies I was astonished to find the demons our parents had told us about to scare us with and what had made them. What they really were. The wolf of the night, rare wolves whose skin shone dark blue, they only turned during a moon eclipse, their abilities were fully harnessed then and their strength was beyond comprehension. I remembered the stories our parents told us, if we didn't listen he would come and tear us apart. The ones we had heard as adults, of how he tore alphas, no matter how many into pieces with just one claw.

"You've forgotten one thing about wolves." "And what's that?" I sneered. His eyes flashed Alpha red as he smiled. "We hunt best at night."

Moon said. "Moon, you realize my Wolf is a dark wolf, or Nightmare wolf, right? I can barely control him as it is, you want me to just talk with him, bond with him, and hope he reveals his name, making it easy on me? My Wolf is just as pissed off at me as every other wolf that has a human now. Just because my Wolf and I work together from time to time doesn't mean it's going to work out this time." Rex snorted.

I had a driver's license, he drove someone's car, he said - we need to take the woman and the girl to another city. Well, you have to, you have to. The car, Moskvich, was filled to capacity with their things, and I drove them, then I returned back, but three days later we returned to the flock. A little more than a year has passed, Aidar again approached me: Can you help? Well, why not help? Here we already drove by car two days before another town, and again I figured out which of the werewolves in the area was seen. He went into the house, said that he would come down in a couple of minutes, and a little wolf cub ran up to the same entrance, smiled at me sunnyly and went there too.

With the bright orange setting sun at its back, its entrance appeared highly dramatic. / This fast? Neoma barely rested. / In no time, it stood before the group of wolves. "Look what we have here." It circled around Neoma who stood some distance in front of Ward and Zira. "It's the pitiful wolf from Blood Night." It sneered and snickered. Having no comebacks, Neoma clenched her jaw hard at the reminder of that fateful night.