Wolf Fnaf Novels & Stories

She could easily guess he was an omega in his pack. He roared with bloodshot eyes as she laughed at him. Jackson had run Into a corner as the wolf in front of him was bigger and looked stronger than his. Their colleague was frightened to death and was about to dial the police through the phone on the counter. Lucia gave Jackson a sign and he immediately hit a large frying pan on the girl's head. She fell to the floor. The wolf roared again while he gathered his strength. Without warning, he launched at Lucia, biting hard on her shoulder.

His wolf growled out, his black eyes turning gold, a sign of his wolf emerging from its slumber, only for his sister’s own black eyes to turn copper, challenging his with a small snarl. Being born from a powerful alpha like their father, as well as a strong-willed and outspoken woman as a mother, all three Knox siblings were born as an alpha and to say the least, it had led to an interesting family dinner, one of which is far more than enough to give their parents a headache for a lifetime.

Every day seemed bigger than the last. Everyone was in their wolf form today. Miriam and I stood opposite, with beautiful giant wolves on each side. My father’s salt and pepper wolf was the largest. Magnus and Ghost’s black wolves were just as muscular but less bulky. Diesel’s brown wolf was the smallest but the most spry. “Using your powers, I want you to neutralize the situation without causing harm to each wolf,” Miriam’s voice cut through the tense air, setting the stage for a challenging training session.

I had thought dying wolves were always ready to tell the truth on their last days but that wasn't the case. Bean Fangworth was different. That old man wouldn't tell a word. He wouldn't even mind if his son got hurt while protecting the secret, nothing could change his mind. "Will you just tell me the truth?" I yelled. My wolf pushed again in anger, wanting to seize control. My claws were begining to hurt his hand which I held. I watched him shook in pain. "I know nothing," He yelled. "You know can you just stop pretending, I know you do," I yelled getting frustrated by his behavior already.

The dark wolf started to growl while walking around her, Niffa stared at the wolf's eyes furiously as she run to attack the dark wolf. "Aaah!" she shouted furiously as she wave her fist to punch the wolf's face, she felt the energy from her body like electricity runs through her hand as her fist hit the wolf's jaw, the wolf fought back and left a small scratch on her shoulder. Niffa ignored the blood as she tossed another punch, the wolf flew and hit its back on the tree. Niffa didn't expect her punch to be that powerful as she widened her eyes and look at the poor wolf unable to stand. The tree behind the wolf started to break as it slowly falls but Niffa run and embrace the wolf to protect

‘Why didn’t you ever say something? ‘Does that matter now?’ Fallon demands, snapping out of her trance. ‘Get off of me!’ Before I can react, I’m being thrown to the side, and Fallon is getting up only to be tackled by a large black wolf with an aura I immediately recognize. ‘That’s Idris!’ Franz gasps. ‘He’s been possessed by the pupa!’

I dry my hair quickly, but it stays half wet, so I clip it back to keep it out of my face. Ronan escorts me downstairs. As we walk through the hall, loud noises from outside make me jump. Through a window, I spot a line of people in black leather, aiming guns at practice dummies. “Who are they?” I ask. Ronan stands next to me, looking out the window. “The Royal Firing Squad, made entirely of Wolfless.” “Wolfless?” He nods. “They’re part of the King’s Army. Wolfless can’t fight or shift like normal Werewolves, but they can still fight—mostly like humans would.”

That couldn't be good. "She's gonna be a nightmare when she gets her wolf," Ralf says, and I hear my wolf cackle in my head. "According to Thor, our pups will keep us on our toes," I sighed. Thor was my wolf. He was a giant midnight black wolf with blue eyes, and he was not someone you messed with, unless it was our mate, our pups or my baby sister Angelica, who had just turned ten, and now no doubt Kari once he met her.

I turned—and saw a figure standing in the shadows of the trees. A young wolf, White fur, Glowing eyes, Not Freya. Not Veyrix, But something born of both. Freya runs away to stop the corruption alone; a strange white wolf appears, watching Finnick from the shadows.

Will said. “That’s fairly easy to answer. There are only three here who aren’t dominant. The frail wolf, the young male wolf, and the little lynx. Can you not smell power levels?” Rafe snorted. “Brief intros. Your name and animal. Anything that might be helpful, like this. My name is Winston. I’m a bear and a seer.” I offered.