Wolf Divine Beast Novels & Stories

Only one wolf had fur as black as the night itself and orbs red as burning coal, Vulcan, Azriel's wolf. What was he doing here? How did he.... Her thoughts were interrupted when another vicious growl echoed in the air followed by the rogue's attack on Vulcan. Vulcan snarled in response and dodged the rogue by jumping to the side. The rogue let out another dark growl but before he could turn around, Vulcan tackled him to the ground. He gave him no time to recover and aimed at his neck. His sharp canine pierced into his throat and tore it off in the twinkling of an eye. Blood flew out like rain.

Before he could utter a word, his door burst open, revealing the formidable black wolf. Recognition dawned on Drax's face, morphing into panic as the women screamed, seeking refuge in the bedsheets. In a desperate bid for escape, Drax made for the window, but the wolf, Blaise in his primal form, was in relentless pursuit. Both plummeted out the window, transforming mid-air. Drax, now a wolf, landed awkwardly, receiving a deep gash from Blaise's vicious attack. A guttural growl escaped him as he fought off his assailant and fled into the underbrush.

“Your dad really left you in the dark, didn’t he?” I didn’t reply, and that silence was answer enough. Vivian’s voice took on a reverent tone, like she was speaking of ancient myths made real. “Phoenix wolves are among the rarest and most powerful beings in our world. Not just werewolves—they’re something beyond. Something sacred. They don’t just shift; they burn and rise. They carry the fire of rebirth, with powers that rival the moon goddess herself. They’re like divinity walking in flesh.”

he says again and something inside me starts to shift, I thought the first time my wolf is called forward would be harsh and painful instead my wolf was lured out with sweet talk. "Good job, now continue," the alpha says again, I felt myself stepping back letting my wolf take full control. That's when the pain hit, my whole body was shook with pain, physical pain that can't be described I felt a million needle going all over my skin, my bones breaking and my eyes going blind, my heart was beating insanely fast it felt on the edge of exploding any second now.

“I will never do anything to hurt you again.” “Hey, enough of all that”, Patrick said and dragged the Tory while the other man dragged Amanda. Ron stood there with a puzzled expression. How could she heal from a silver blade? He wondered. ¶¶¶ Dwight took another cup of wolf’s venom again as he sat in his study. Wolf’s venom is the only alcoholic drink that affects werewolf. He wondered where his daughter could be. He has searched everywhere but it’s like she vanished from the surface of the earth but Austin still insists he can still sense her but the problem is the bond is becoming faint day by day.

It contained everything a wolvire could do, in this case, of course, an ordinary wolvire. Hugo's temper tantrums when a passage in the book explains that Wolvire's wolf-form bite or scratch to a vampire is more deadly than the usual wolf-shifter bite. Vice versa, if Wolvire is in vampire form, then their bite at wolf-shifter will also be more deadly than ordinary vampires. However, that did not apply to the wolvire named Barbara.

White light burst from her chest, blinding and pure. Where once stood a battered warrior woman, now stood a creature of legend—the White Wolf, radiant and terrible. Veyra threw back her head and howled. The sound split the heavens. It wasn't just her voice that rose in that cry—it was Zevi's too, twining with hers, stronger than death. A sound of grief. Of rage. Of unstoppable will. The phantom wolves faltered. The Order's magic trembled. And Veyra, burning with fury and love, struck.

Primordial wolf. The vengeful wolf, Athena. Sophia. Sitting in the darkness of the night, I watch as my wolf channels all of her strength and power toward me. I feel her energy coursing through my veins. I'm overjoyed by my newfound strength. My senses have heightened, and every sound seems amplified. My hearing has become so acute that I can hear the smallest bird singing in the distance, its sweet melody filling the quiet of the night. I'm feeling my heart beat faster with the energy I've found. I am able to pick up people’s voices from a great distance. I'm feeling a deeper connection to the natural world than ever before. With my wolf by my side, I feel invincible and ready to take on wh

Of course Christopher Henry Jameson—also known as Beast- wasn't the average man. He stood 6'5" and weighed three hundred and two pounds. He didn't like the extra three pounds. He rather liked being in the two hundred weight range even if it was by just one or two pounds. Regardless, there wasn't an ounce of fat on his perfect body. Beast was muscles on top of muscles, yet not hulking like some of the others that worked in the Marine Corps division assigned to The Department of Home Land Security, or better known as DHS. Too big made you slow. He'd seen guys bigger than him hospitalized during the CRUCIBLE training.

Ivy whined, clinging onto Vivian's arm. "Ivy, stop being a whiny child! Eve, take him or I will take his dead body back." That seemed to have an effect on them since I haven't been serious for a while. Evelyn quickly dragged Ivy's whining butt and left me alone with Vivian. Things are about to get crazy. A howl interrupted our glaring contest, wolf appearing in front of us with low growls erupting from his deathly bloody mouth. "Uh oh-" I gulped, taking a few steps back but he stared at me with his red piercing eyes. "Hey... wolfie... that I don't the name of- how about you let me go? Huh?"