Wolf Knight Novels & Stories

One thing was clear—Blake Wulfric was not someone you'd ever want to cross. "I think I'm good with the tracking," I mindlinked him back, the other warriors now standing next to me. "Men?" Blake said out loud. They instantly all stripped and shifted into their wolf forms, following the border of the lake, leaving me behind. I'd be lying if I said I didn't look as Blake stripped completely naked in front of me, not even remotely interested in the others. There was something dangerous about him, and I'd never felt so turned on. He both terrified and wakened something deep within me simultaneously. I never thought I was the type, but I knew I'd let him do anything he wanted to me, consequences b

> ( his left eye has a curse which is probably why he’s the way he is, just make him submit but don’t kill him ) Axel charges and he doesn’t move which gives them the chance to grab hold of his neck ** awwwwooooooo awwwwooooooo awwwwoooooo** the wolf then lay flat as a sign of submission, as Kavi is announced victorious I rush over to them in the ring (( hey buddy, hold still I’m gonna free you )) he looked up at me, I pulled a knife out and cut my finger then pushed it forward like a dagger into his left eye, quite naturally he cried as the darkness spewed out of his eye ball and onto the ring floor (( let him go Axel )) he shifted back and cried out clutching his eye [[ what did you do to

She knew she could only get away by going up then down to try and avoid him. Wolferan was a dracion and Leanunya knew he had been tracking her for years. He never gave up even though she had outsmarted him every time they had crossed paths. He was very stubborn, more so than a mule. Once he picked a target he would either catch them or they would die; he never gave up on a target he had chosen. He was a black and gold scaled dracion with black dragon wings and it was rumored he was immortal.

Her gentle eyes stayed on Kael until the light in them faded away. His dad let out a roar that shook the walls. He changed into the biggest silver wolf Kael had ever seen, fur shining like moonlight. He fought like a storm, biting and throwing enemies across the room. But then the leader stepped forward. Vortigern. Tall, cold, with a deep scar on his face and a black sword that seemed to drink the light. One swing of that sword made Kael’s dad stumble. The second swing brought the great wolf down. He changed back to human as he fell, eyes open but empty.

He was much better at the logistical stuff. "Goddess, isn't she amazing?" he mindlinked me as soon as I was in his field of vision, pointing his snout toward the battlefield. And then I saw what he meant. A petite but fierce white wolf was holding her own, taking down enemies twice her size. It was quite a sight to see. As bad of a reputation as his mate had, she was fucking badass. He then turned to me and clearly must have just noticed there was someone on my back. "Is that Alpha Blake?"

Blake smirked, gesturing at Jasmine’s cousin who was currently clenching his fists, standing a few feet away, watching us. “Wulfric, if anything happens to my mate, I just want you to know that I will behead you without hesitation.” Alex scowled at Blake. “Relax, Adalwolf. Nothing is going to happen. I’m going to gather all my best warriors to go with my beta to keep watch. And then you and I will sneak over the border.” “Why me?” “Because we’re the only two people I know who have a high tolerance to wolfsbane. So if we get shot, we’re the most likely to survive.”

He screamed in agony as he fell to the ground, dickless and bleeding. Gaylord gulped and Dimitri continued. "To your left is Zander Knight, the most powerful wolf that has ever lived and his mate, Hazel, the most powerful descendant of the Sun God, Helios." Gaylord gasped, sweat pebbling his forehead. "Zander Knight, the demon wolf?" He asked. "Yes, the demon wolf," Dimitri nodded. The centaurs neighed and huffed, dancing while they stood on their hind legs. The wolves braced themselves for a fight.

He said, "You look so serious. I need to be my wolf, right?" "Thanks, you get me." Wakkin casually hung his clothes from one of the trees in the forest before he changed into his wolf and attacked me without warning. "Woah, is chivalry dead?" "Chivalry, my ass, Windriel lost to you. Do you think I can win?" he said as he almost plucked my eyes with his claws. "Come on, be confident in your strength."

King of the Wolves is able to connect to every wolf with his mind. His aura is strong enough to feel from long distances. The White Wolf is the largest and strongest wolf in known history. The King has accelerated healing capabilities and can only be killed by a pure silver stake to the heart. There have only been a handful of White Wolves , most are born in times of war or disharmony between the werewolf communities’. I had always wondered why I was born in this time, I knew there had been some trouble in our pack but nothing that would require a King. Perhaps something else was coming that I had to stop. Seeing how powerful the special wolves were made me nervous about my wolf though, esp

It also was a way to avoid any conversation about last night, I didn’t want to start a fight or have an awkward lunch with Elias there. The text I found said: "The White Wolf, also known as the King of the Wolves is able to connect to every wolf with his mind. His aura is strong enough to feel from long distances. The White Wolf is the largest and strongest wolf in known history. The King has accelerated healing capabilities and can only be killed by a pure silver stake to the heart. There have only been a handful of White Wolves , most are born in times of war or disharmony between the werewolf communities. There is little knowledge about the White Wolf before his first shift. Due to the fa