Wolf R Mga Nobela at Kwento

"The Lord has heard our prayers. Raven is a pure white wolf with golden eyes. If Scarlet's wolf resembles the Raven, as it is described in the book, we'll kill them both. Tonight!" "Yes, Anton. We will kill them both tonight!" Adolpha spoke as her eyes, which were normally gold, flashed.

Dad asked and the doctor nodded affirmatively. 'We can't have them treated here though, the threat is yet to be ridden of. We could be attacked at any moment.' "Yes Alpha. They are strong enough to travel." With dad's decree, everyone began to prepare for our return back home. The fight had occurred in the midst of nowhere. As rogues, it is quite commendable that they had all met and formed such a tenacious group. We have heard stories of how they attacked some weaker packs these past months, they raided their homes for food, money, and jewelries. The humans called them terrorists or bandits but the wolves knew better. These inhumane beings didn't just go around stealing food and property, t

I focus a bit more and notice that one of the wolves is Sylas; he has to be fighting Laslo. Sylas is a huge gray wolf, bigger than Laslo’s white wolf. Laslo’s wolf is swiping at Sylas, and his claws connect here and there. Sylas twists his body and kicks Laslo’s wolf, sending it flying into a tree. Laslo’s wolf lays at the base of the tree, sprawled out. Sylas marches to the tree base and hovers over Laslo’s wolf, snarling and biting. His jaw reaches over and grabs at the white wolf’s neck.

Lucifer stared at the wolf in astonishment. He couldn't believe what was being displayed in his view. Her stripes furs were glistering blue and her forehead has an empty hole with a pink light twilight inside. He leaned towards her to see what was inside, but as he approached further the hole darkened and the light in her fur changed to white with a stroke of pink that varied to red. But how is it possible her wolf was alive without her heart? He thought as he came closer to view the empty hole in her forehead. Which made him realize that she is an Ultima wolf.

Four of the females were in sight and we could even see the pups. "Now Alastor is one of the biggest wolfs to be recorded in all of history. On his four paws, he gets up to six feet! As cool as it would be to see him, he never ever comes out. He has his own den there in the ba- well would you look at that! There he is!" She pointed into the pen at the huge beast walking across the dirt. She was right, he was huge. His fur was coal-black but when the light hit it just right, it had bits of red. He was shaggy but definitely not lanky like the rest of them. He looked like a bear more than a wolf. He was sniffing around, covering more ground than I could running. His huge paws came to a stop and

No. This wolf is massive. Towering. Her brown fur gleams like polished bronze in the moonlight. Her muscles ripple with strength, her body steady, imposing. Her eyes blaze red, deep and burning like twin embers ready to consume. Her lips curl back in a vicious snarl, revealing sharp fangs — long, glistening, dripping with saliva. Her breath huffs out in heavy puffs, each exhale filled with purpose. Her paws strike the earth with thunderous certainty. The ground feels smaller beneath her weight.

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.

Saliva dripped from his snarling jaws as he crouched, preparing to attack. The two wolves collided with a thunderous crash, their snarls and growls echoing through the bakery. Claws raked fur and flesh, teeth snapped with lethal intent. Ryker’s agility countered Bruce’s brute strength as they moved in a flurry of strikes and evasions. Despite the chaos, Ryker’s every move was calculated, his wolf form exhibiting both power and precision.

Still, I couldn't find Riri. Looking around, my breath was stolen from me when not one but three people transformed into their wolf forms, creating the sound of bones cracking and fur sprouting from their skin. The sight was both terrifying and mesmerizing, and I couldn't help but stare in awe as the transformation took place before my very eyes. Another brown wolf came out of the bushes. It was a striking specimen, with a sleek and muscular body that spoke to its strength and agility. It stood about 3 feet tall at the shoulder, and its fur was a deep shade of brown that shone in the sunlight. Its eyes were a piercing yellow gold, and they seemed to glow with a fierce strength that was both

"Fifty-eight wolves to go," Fenrik growled, his voice rough and raw, nearly lost beneath the snarling chaos around him. He stood in the heart of the battlefield, a hulking, blood-soaked beast with crimson eyes, fur bristling and teeth dripping with the blood of the Golden Eye wolves. His claws were stained and torn, but he didn't slow—not even for breath.