Wolf Dragon Novels & Stories

"What do you mean by that?" "Kahlia..." Frank leaned forward and looked at the young wolf with a serious, intense gaze. "...Willow is a Sprite, that means she carries magic within her. She's an empath and will become a healer, following in her mother, sister and her uncle's footsteps. I think she will know her own body better than anyone and be able to decide for herself what her body can cope with, esepcially with all those healers around her to support her, don't you think you may be just looking for excuses to cover your guilt of being fated to someone not a werewolf?" Kahlia looked at the floor in shame as his wolf whimpered within him.

His eyes flickering a golden yellow as he turned back to me, his face full of embarrassment and rage. “Your twin sister Raven’s wolf awakened at sixteen years old,” he spat as he stepped past Alistair, my heart pounding in my chest as we came face to face, his icy glare full of contempt. “She’s already one of our most powerful warriors, but you… you are nothing but a wolfless mutt. I have no use for you.”

We were talking in an undertone, the men were quietly talking about their own, and I, taking advantage of the moment, while they were not listening to us, asked Alina: - Aline, werewolves can't drink alcohol. How then are they? - I shook my head towards Maxim and Alexei. She turned lazily, looked at them, and, turning away, also quietly answered: - So this is not an ordinary cognac, specially developed - for werewolves. By the way, in our flock they let him out, - she yawned, - A very expensive pleasure. - Why?

She let herself down and allowed the spirit to go into her. She groaned as she changed Into a huge wolf, the size of a lion. It was strange, for a newly formed wolf to be as big as she was. Something was behind it and the answer wasn't far-fetched. She was a mixed breed... Daughter of a werewolf and a witch. She's a were a witch. A rare breed, born once in a century.

He looks better, his color is good, and he doesn't appear to be shaking as much. We both finish eating and without a word begin picking up the broken glass and food from the floor. We work in tandem like we've done it before. I can't help but inhale his scent when he leans close. My wolf lets me know she wants him. She's resting on her haunches ready to pounce. She's never been this irritatingly persistent and I can't help wondering if it's because she knows he's at the top of the food chain. Vampires are the deadliest beings on earth. Dmitri told me a short while ago that a dragon, in his natural form, is deadlier. It's hard to believe after seeing Sarn in such a bad condition for so long.

Agonizingly slow. When he came back he was in wolf form, panting but steady on his feet. He was smaller than me with dark grey fur. Most interesting were the smudges of white down his chest and over his nose and lower jaw. The markings almost looked as if the Moon Mother has held his head in her hands and nuzzled his face. Maybe she had. I smiled inwardly and stuck my nose into the fur on his shoulder breathing in his scent and committing it to memory. He smelled like the lazy heat of the sun settling in a pine forest, warm, peaceful, and safe.

Far larger than any wolf, larger than any Alpha. Silver scales covered portions of its body, massive wings folded against its back, golden eyes glowed in the darkness. Its claws alone were longer than my forearm. The beast towered above me. Ancient. Terrifying. Impossible. A Dragon Wolf. My heart stopped, every story I had ever heard claimed they were extinct, dead, gone for thousands of years yet one stood before me alive and watching. My body locked in place. I couldn't move, couldn't breathe, couldn't think.

hello I'm Conan your wolf, it's time for us to shift okay, just close your eyes and imagine yourself as a wolf, it will hurt because your bones will bend, break and shift, now let's do this ) I close my eyes a try to imagine myself as a wolf. {{ AGGGGHHHHHH }} crack! crack! crack! crack! crack! {{ AGGHHHHHH }} << you're doing good son almost there almost there >> {{ AGGHHHHHH }} I see my limbs extend, my fingers become claws then fur shoots out from my skin, I stretch and shake till the sounds of my bones breaking stop. << Good job son! you did it, your wolf is beautiful! >> ( well of course I'm beautiful ) {stop sassing my dad please } << try standing, go easy you may be a bit wobbly at fir

The Spirit of the Wolves stood tall and calm, but the weight of her rage simmered beneath her serenity. Beside her, Nalia lifted her chin, fire crackling at her fingertips. Her flames surged upward, engulfing her body until she stood as Saelari, radiant and terrifying. Her wings spread wide behind her, burning with the full might of the phoenix lineage. The cavern walls reflected her power, casting the room in flickering hues of gold and scarlet.