Wolf Miraculous Novels & Stories

Lincoln looked at the pills skeptically. "What are these?" he demanded. "These are red mushroom pills. Witches and half-breeds are allergic to these red mushrooms. They don't have a taste. So mix these pills in their meals. Nothing will happen to you. This wouldn't affect the wolves. See their reaction. If you want to save yourself and your pack, call me. I can help." Alcazar murmured before he walked away. Lincoln looked at the pills as if they were bombs ready to explode in his face.

Something was wrong. I burst out of the mansion finding my way to the field where her voice came from, the sight before me freezing my blood. Ariel was on the floor, her body trembling violently, hands clawing at her throat as if trying to grasp air that wouldn’t come. Her lips were pale, her breaths shallow and ragged. Around her, several wolves stood frozen, their eyes wide with helplessness. None dared approach her. "What the hell are you all standing around for?!" My voice was a thunderous roar, but I didn’t wait for an answer.

Epistolo knew that he wouldn't be able to fight the power of the gods, since he himself had tried once to curse and failed. The two wolves lost consciousness when a puff of yellow smoke from a flower that was born there wafted across the room. Marco's wounds disappeared and his wolf body became human again, as did Maciel's. Leya came out of the flower feeling restored, as did Dragazon. Yolanda, who was in the kitchen, came out to witness all the mess and destruction of those huge, overgrown roots forming a dome from the staircase to the whole room, covering the two of them.

The wolf faithfully followed the owner, grabbing and dragging the beetles that came up from the back. - Ma-a-ar, - Mila screamed piercingly, descending a hundred meters from the slaughterhouse. - I'm here, ma'am. - Bes materialized. He dropped the bag and shook out the contents on the ground. Picking up a heavy bag of gunpowder and raising her head to the battlefield every second, Melissa drew a magic circle. Help, we need a second layer. She pointed to the imp at the sack that had been tossed to the side. Mar repeated the drawing over the first one with silvery sand and suddenly cried out:

There was a tale passed through generations, reaching the 21st Century, about a group of werewolves’ special mutation that brings out dormant abilities from a family’s genetic line. They were said to be marked and blessed by the moon goddess for they were the first of her followers. They were given the title of Legacy Wolves, keeping up their tradition and passing on their special traits through their children.

She’d lost sight of her friends shortly after the start of the massacre but didn’t have the luxury of pausing to search for them. She sprinted for a gray wolf that was struggling against two winged beasts. One with a serpent’s head struck the wolf’s flank, eliciting a high pitched yelp from the canine. Amerie shot arrows of flame at the beast, nailing it in all four eyes and effectively blinding it. The other beast with a head similar to a frog growled at Amerie and turned toward her. The wolf took lunged for the beast’s neck but missed as the beast spun, knocking the wolf on its side.

I heard Bazaar. I then know what the dark smoke was. It was wolfbane the substance they discovered to kill and weaken a wolf. The wolfsbane was now causing me difficulty breathing. My eyes run water and my vision became blurry still I didn't close my eyes. My eyes remained half-opened until I saw the dark dust that surrounded us slowly disappeared. When it did everyone within the wall was lying on the floor still and scared. It was not easy seeing them since my vision was still a bit blurry, but there was one image I could see clearly, and that was a white large werewolf that appears to be a she-wolf lying on the ground with a knife in its heart, covered in bright red blood. Bazaar walked ov

The fight ended in no time. It was a massacre. I now understood why spirit wolves were equated to gods. Helena had single-handedly killed twenty-five evil-looking mutant wolves. I didn't have that kind of capacity. Those wolves had ravaged settlements for almost a year without suffering any casualties, but they had reached the end of their journey.

It was still dark out, the moon had left its place in the starry dark sky and the sun was not ready to let its presence known. “Where to start?” Pernwél said after taking a couple of sips from her cup. “I heard you all out there. This is all so strange to me, I’ve just found out that I’m a druid from my Realm. Now I’m a Blessed wolf from a prophecy?” “I saw the resemblance to the Prophecy, linking the dots together when I laid eyes on Pernwél for the first time in Wolf form.” I responded. “The mark is typical for a Blessed wolf, although I have never seen that symbol before.”

Alexander gasped once again as he put a hand to cover his mouth as shock reigned on his face. "You mean, when the White Wolf's in the London headquarter was . . . brutally killed while it was being lively broadcasted . . . around the world?" Ash just nodded in reply. He knew how horrible it was when they watched them on TV, that dreadful day. He could see himself wearing Alexnder face right now as shock, terror and horror filled them as they witnessed that horrible scenario.