Wolf Dragon Novels & Stories

Z saw in the hologram how horrifying the wolves were, how a few drops of their saliva sizzled to a Wielder’s skin, and how Henmulga couldn’t defeat it, as she’d been reduced to running away. In the final slide, the wolf’s prominent feature had been shown again. Unlike the normal ones, it has a furry body that’s inflamed with blue energy, dancing gracefully from its feet, all the way to its wide-set toxic eyes. The class then ended with Ms. Marietta's note that even a wolf's bark was fatal, for it alone could render the Wielder immobile. Z had been awoken when her head banged against the table. She shook her head, trying to fight drowsiness; however, the more she resisted, the more the whispe

Thorak Helberg. The last ashen grey Alpha wolf to stand against me. We circled each other. He pushed out his long tongue to wipe the red plasma spilling down his chin. He was injured and bleeding from the leg but he wouldn’t back down until he could not move. Unswerving determination blazed his tangerine eyes to fiery red. Now, that’s what I like. As would be expected, since he was a dragon-wolf hybrid. Helberg growled and bristled. Zeus angrily snapped his teeth together. He lunged at me with a furry of claw swipes and fangs. Jumping back, I dodged his talons. Then I surged towards him. He braced for impact.

I uttered. The bald man with a scar looked at the short prince. “I know what you're thinking of Lance, but wolgons don't exist. It's all a folklore formed my people who are obsessed with dragons.” He shook his head. Wolgons, I knew what they were. Grandma told me stories of them when she wanted to spook me. They were wolf-like creatures with wings like dragons. Even Grandma didn't believe they were real. “As for what I want. I want to go to the pack of the rogues. I'm the…Luna.” I said.

Done hiding. The White Wolf has risen.

“It’s really real.” I speak to Carly and Isis in my mind for answers. Isis says dragons are the oldest of all supernatural beings and that we can go from human to wolf or dragon in any combination that is needed to be present but our hybrid form is our most powerful because all of our powers are combined. We will need training to control those powers and the most common names to call our hybrid form are Wolgons, Dragowolves, or Were-Dragons. We get to choose what we want to call ourselves as we are the first of our kind in the last decade, maybe longer. I tell my cousins and we unanimously choose Dragowolf and her name will be Valeria because it means renewal and transformation. I choose to

he winked. "Get out before you die. I won't ask again," Zylon said. Even in this situation, he maintained a calm demeanor. "No, we want to have those two. C'mon, share with us," another rogue said with a wink. What happened next was a blur of movement. Zylon transformed into a large, tall wolf with striking black and white fur. His hind legs, belly, tail, and part of his face were white. He lunged at the rogue who was speaking, lacerating his throat mid-shift. Swiftly, he moved on to the next rogue, taking him down as well. Zylon was agile, moving with cat-like stealth. The remaining rogues were taken aback by his sudden ferocity. The wolf took his position beside me again, scanning the rogu

Madam Amelia seemed to know this as she nodded her head at me. “Now what? You can’t break your vow. What will you do? You can’t have a Wolf Rider running around Astoria.” There it was. She knew what her daughter was. The half human part of it was the least of it. The fact that she was a Rider—a creature that could control a werewolf with a simple command. A creature that ruined my family's life. A creature, who must be destroyed before it gains power. There hasn't been a rider born in half a century, and even before, there was only one that ruled Astoria.

What color would her fur be? Lia positioned herself on the carpet about six feet from him, arms at her sides, a naked goddess with her lustrous mane of hair and her hazel eyes flecked with gold. She looked at him for a long moment then closed her eyes, let out her breath, and began to turn in a circle. Yes, it was exactly as it had been with Mike, the air around spinning. As she moved faster, the air became a blur, a thick cloud surrounding her until suddenly it stopped, fell away, and Riley gasped. A gorgeous white wolf stood in her place, with a sculptured head and a majestic body.

It spins and takes flight, Vulcan turns in time to see it take to the skies. “Ivor, thanks, Little wolf be safe” Vulcan says, pecking my lips before shifting mid run into Pyrrus, his dragon is massive, far bigger and imposing compared to any the rest. I watch as he takes flight and goes after Ivor. I tun in time to see Denu taking hold of Morgana, her black shadows doing their work.

My wolf won’t have this! ^~^