Romans & histoires Wolf From 300

We all know Mell is one of the best warrior in the authority. "I guess one way to find all of these mysteries out is to befriend and confront our enemy, don't you think? Now, I dare you take risk, give him some information, starting from the first four photographs the Black Wolf's Clan sent to us up until now. Lure him. Interrogate him, them. And we'll see how they will react to it.'

Tres snarled at him, challenging the wolf that's inside him. “Stay here,” he said and shifted to his wolf form. Bones cracking and snapping, a cream colored wolf landed on all fours. They started encircling around each other. Tres was the first one to attack, he bared his teeth at Travis and pounced at him. Travis fought back and bit Tres’ shoulder. Tres retreated to gain his balance but Travis’ didn’t let him have that chance. He jumped at him and and once again bit him on his shoulder. Tres tried to pry him off but Travis’ is too strong. He looked at his eyes and bit his neck real hard. Tres’ lifeless body fell on the ground. Travis’ howled, the beta wolf inside him rejoice. He glanced at

I spoke with a flat tone and watched the colour drain from his face and fear take over. “Kill him.” He shouted as he shifted into a muddy coloured brown wolf. One that was no match for my own. I ran straight for him, shifting mid air into Khaos' huge black wolf. One of the other wolves came at me from the side as Jack went in for my throat. Both were nothing, as I kicked my back legs out at the unknown rogue and heard the snapping of bones as I shattered his jaw. Followed by his yelp of pain. Jack, seeing that he wasn't going to get my throat veered left and jumped onto my back, sinking his teeth into my shoulder.

she smiled tightly, taking a portion of wine. The man grinned contentedly and saluted back. I had no choice but to sit back and fulfill the request of the "old wolf", which, by the way, is not very old. Vadim's age is no more than forty, and taking into account the excellent regeneration of werewolves, in general, one can give in appearance much less than thirty.

In the back of my mind, I am hoping the software is wrong and we get nothing out of searching the area. I follow 2010 into the forest and he looks at the trees and forest floor, “Nothing seems disturbed here; we go deeper.” I nod and our feet crunch the pine needles and dirt below. The walk is silent until suddenly 2010 breaks the silence, “There are free wolves?” he asks. I sigh, nodding, “Yes, we are bred from captured wolves. Either bred in-house or made from their DNA.” He stops for a moment but then continues to walk, “How do you know all of this?” he asks.

She began to fade with the darkness until no trace of her was seen. Lucia jerked away to earth, panting heavily like she had just run a marathon. Strange, she could remember everything she discussed with her mother. In almost all cases, she barely remembered what took place in the dream. That was a sign... The Witch-Wolf is about to be born... "And where are you headed, Jackson?" A voice trailed him as he sauntered through the thick forest after the meeting of his pack in the forest. He felt heavy because like all other times, he had been frustrated, insulted, and used.

And right now, that’s exactly what I had to show them. The third wolf reached for me, slower this time, like he was testing me. I caught his arm, twisted his elbow, and forced him to his knees without even thinking. My movements were clean and sharp, drilled into my muscles from years of surviving and fighting when no one else would step in. “Who is that?” “He moves like a soldier…” “That’s Landon! The guy from the training today.” ”i thought he was were, though. Why is he helping a witch?”

One by one, the soldiers crumbled. “Retreat!” Xareth bellowed, his voice sharp and loud, so loud it felt like it split the earth. Those who could still run, did. My wolf turned to follow, then pain hit. A blinding, searing, soul-piercing pain as an arrow lodged deep into my wolf’s flank. Not just any arrow, one tipped with that cursed green fire. It spread instantly, like venom made of flame. It burned through muscle, nerves, spirit, everything.

Lanvin POV It happened unexpectedly One second I had the small white wolf whose fur was glowing silver under the moonlight – growling back instead of bowing, and was ready to crush the wolf until it shifted back into the human form so I could know who the person was. The next second, Zade’s wolf came crashing through the trees. He pushed me hard and I tumbled to the side. I growled loud, shocked and angry. My back hit the ground as dirt flew around me.

I overtake them and stop in front of them. They come to a stop, taking a fighting stance. My eyes look back and forth between the three of them, waiting for them to make a move. The black wolf in the middle which is the biggest among them but smaller compared to my 6ft white wolf charge at me. With a fast reflex, I dodge his attack, making him fall to the ground. I jump on him, sinking my teeth in his skin as the other two attack me from behind.