Wolf Divine Beast Novels & Stories

His eyes remained the same, sharp and burning, but they sat in the massive skull of a wolf that was not quite a wolf. He was larger than any natural beast. His fur was thick, matted with frost and blood from earlier wounds. His claws dug into the cave floor, carving grooves into the stone. His tail swept low, ready to balance whatever came. The divine beast within him had awakened. And then the cave exploded.

Danger alarms wailed, but the sound was immediately drowned out by a far more terrifying roar. A black wolf of impossible, gargantuan size lunged through the thick black smoke. His pitch-black fur glistened against the raging flames. His silver eyes glowed with a primal fury capable of freezing the blood of anyone who saw it. Vardan had discarded his human side entirely. He no longer cared for diplomacy or business secrets. He had come as a pure monster to retrieve what he had marked with his own blood and life. "Grrrrrr."

“I believe I mentioned that the aconite that grows here on Vukasin is the most potent variety in the world.” “You did.” “Appropriate that our native wolf’s bane should be so deadly,” he said, apparently forgetting for a moment that I was a Lupine. “Er, um, yes, that is . . . .” “No matter,” I said with a wave of my hand. “But what is the prognosis for Fawna?” “Difficult to say,” he replied. “Our Vukasin aconite hasn’t been much studied by scientists from the mainland. However, she had only a small dose, is that correct?”

Soleil said as she slid up Arthur's arm. "Why should I?! It has forsaken our people!" "The Divine Wolf is dying." "What...?" "With the death of a Divine Beast... the land will start to die as well. We can try to help slow down the poison if we locate the person practicing it first." "What are you talking about? H-how is the Divine Wolf d-dying? It doesn't die..." "All Divine Beast suffers poisoning with the use of Black magic and through the summoning of demons. Divine Beast's main purpose of life is to stabilise the earth and to bless the lands. So they will die in order to protect the lands they were sent to watch."

The metal clasped around the werewolf's neck, compelling it to revert to human form or risk being choked. Aria could go on about her father's inventions. There was the apostle, the crucifier, the soul keeper, the penance, and much more. Fighting the werewolfs had been a terrifying war. Their ability to transform, control fire, fly, and much more had made the humans helpless against them.

I started doing odd jobs for them, stuff no one wanted to do, cleaning up messes, and working my way up to pay-to-hire gigs. The Volkovs were an ancient clan of Russian werewolves, tracing their supernatural lineage back thousands of years. They taught me all about being an alpha and they were the family I had never had growing up with my abusive father. Alex and a few others had wanted to kill my father for what he’d done to me, but I refused. I wanted the bastard alive and knowing his son hated him and would never forgive him. Now, I never wanted for friends or money. Aside from my adoptive family, I had a group of guys who had my back.

The tops of the trees swayed here and there, and in a moment the forest came to life: it began to move, pot-bellied glossy beetles descended from the crowns of the trees, filling the air with the stench of decomposition and the vile chirping of paws. Melissa counted the seconds out loud until the two troops clashed. “One, two, three…” She closed her eyes tightly and then opened them. Under her feet, two waves met each other, filling the darkness with inhuman screams, high-pitched squeals and squelching sounds. Melissa counted to sixty when Andras jumped off the wolf and, spreading his wings, materialized a sword in his palm. The demon moved smoothly, rising into the air and immediately desce

Twice the height of a man, half-wolf and half-shadow, its eyes glowed white, its maw dripping with ash. The Bone Beast. Elaria’s blood turned to ice. She’d read of such things in forbidden scrolls, whispered warnings of wars when Alphas bound their souls to creatures of the Underworld. No mortal blade could end them. Only blood. Draven shifted beside her in a ripple of muscle and fur, his wolf bursting forth in a storm of black and gold. He stood larger than any wolf she had ever seen, shoulders broad as the beast’s claws, teeth bared in a snarl that shook the earth.

Then he came. He rose from the crack in the earth like a shadow with bones. Tall, taller than any wolf or man. His skin looked like it was made of black rock and smoke. His eyes gleamed the same silver as Freya’s but blazing with purple fire. Twisted horns curled from his head, and long claws hung from his fingers. Veyrix. The ancient wolf-god. The monster we were never meant to see awake. No one said a word. We just watched. He looked at the wolves around him, then turned his head slowly… until his eyes met mine.

oh Goddess . the scent of her is a delirious mix of smells and emotions and memories: a wild run through pine forests, a plunge into cool water, the mewls of a newborn pup, the madness of the moon's call ... The other two wolves pad after her. Fulvio's giant ginger wolf (though he insists its gold-coloured) and Graydon Airwolf. Graydon seems so much younger in his wolf form. Elder hardly seems right though he has the same air of restrained power as in his human form.