Wolf Dragon Mga Nobela at Kwento

Dracon smiled as he clasped his brothers hand in his “She is a feisty one….She took out Jacobi all by herself…he was one of my best…too bad..” He shrugged as he took a seat near the table. Anatoly sat down as well and looked at his brother “How did she do that?” Dracon smiled as he replied “She is a special wolf…there was a purple mist that forced him to shift and then ended his life…she is a white wolf with golden and purple spirals…they were glowing when she did that..and so were her eyes….but they are different…they glow gold purple and blue all at once…that is odd is it not?”

A red stone appeared in the center of the decoration. "Now you're part of the pack," Mikhail's voice snapped me out of my trance. “A black alloy of metals, as a symbol of black wolves, and a red stone is a symbol of the fire inside you,” he explained, pointing to his own, exactly the same pendant around his neck. Am I part of the pack now? Part of the family ... It seemed that tears were pouring down my cheeks ... It didn’t seem, but it was so ... I laughed stupidly, rubbing them over my face, and they kept flowing and flowing without stopping ...

Damian's wolf was a massive, iron-gray beast with a thick, imposing build that could crush opponents with brute force. Rowan Seres Velden of the Stormrider Pack had a striking presence, with stormy blue eyes that seemed to constantly crackle with energy. His windswept blonde hair, slightly unkempt, gave him a wild appearance, while his calm demeanor contrasted the turbulent forces he commanded. The Stormrider Pack was known for their command over weather and storm elements, and Rowan's wolf, a silver-coated beast with glowing blue eyes, reflected the power of the skies-swift and unpredictable as lightning.

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.

"We are in the middle of a war crisis...." "The war is just three weeks away. You should get a breeder once the war is over." He seemed so confident that we would win this battle. Even when the Flaming Wolf was yet to emerge. The Flaming Wolf is a mythical creature I had always heard about, as a child. It was a unique kind of wolf, that possessed the ability to spit fire. Its furs were pure fire, and could burn anyone close enough to it. It was a literal demi-goddesss. The surprising thing is, it actually wasn't a mythical creature. It was as real as could be. In the dream Logan had, he saw it fighting alongside us, in the war.

“That’s part of it. But there’s more to it than that. Let’s just say we have a history. I am sorry they spoiled your mood. I really had no idea they were invited by my father.” I nodded, deciding not to push further. He changed the subject, his tone lighter. “So, what do you know about wolf types?” “Not much,” I admitted. “Just the basics.” “Did you know there are rare types of wolves?” he asked, his eyes glinting with interest. “Rare?” “Yeah. Like white wolves,” he said. “They’re called vortex wolves. They’re incredibly powerful and said to be reincarnations of the moon goddess herself.”

There’s a three-headed dog, or wolf, I’m not sure, a lion with bat wings and what looks like an attempt to recreate a dragon but in a smaller, much less beautiful creature. Troy's werewolf warriors come in with the harpoon. I watch as Kenna dodges the first two harpoons they shoot at her. While they are trying to reload, I attack them, ripping them to shreds and tearing the harpoon launcher apart. Kenna attacks the dragon wanna-be. It is no match for my daughter who blows her fire on it, burning it alive. I jump on the back of the lion bird-thing. It has wings but doesn’t seem to be able to fly. It’s almost as if the wings hinder its movements. However, it’s teeth are as sharp as a lion’s,

I wasn't going down without a fight. Soon Tyce was next to me, and I saw the resemblance between his wolf's and Jasmine's. Both wolves were brown, but while Jasmine had a white belly and toes, his was pure brown with black-tipped fur, like a huge grizzly bear. His amber eyes glared evilly at the enemy, as he fought like a maniac. I'd never seen anything like it. In his wolf form, he was completely feral and unpredictable, ready to kill mercilessly, and I suddenly understood the reputation his pack had—they were definitely not werewolves you ever wanted to fuck with. His warriors similarly followed suit, being a huge advantage in our fight.

Aurora smiled as she slowly raised her hand and touched the Dragon-Wolf large head. "Whatever you are doing, keep doing it." Oracle whispered. The sun was out marking the end of the 10th day. Still smiling Aurora moved closer to feel the Dragon-Wolf fur, never has she touch a fur so soft. She stopped whistling, her mistake. Willow and his Dragon-Wolf both growl out together in unison and Willow ran very fast towards his wolf and just like before, the wolf split into half and Willow entered it. He was gone.

He isn’t giving us any further information that would be helpful. “How can we find out if they will speak with us?” I ask him. “I’m a dragon as you know. There is a price on everything, and I am fresh out of freebies at the moment,” he smirks while refilling his drink. “You can’t just help us out out of the goodness of your heart?” Ani asked meekly. He laughed loudly, “Oh dear child, the goodness in my heart left a long time ago! Why would a dragon EVER help some wolves, hm? Your first lesson in doing business with other species is this: there is ALWAYS a price for doing business with other species.”