Wolf Rage นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Lucas tried to explain to Chad. "What happens when you snap? Do you recognize what's going on between your Wolf and human?" Chad asked, suddenly curious. "My human gets angry at what it wants to, which works up my Wolf. After that my Wolf gets stronger the more my human gets angry. If I get too angry, my Wolf craves blood, flesh, death. My human tries to reason with my Wolf. Usually it does the trick, but there are times, like last night, that my Blood Wolf comes out. If that happens, it's all over for those who provoke me. There are rare times my human prevails, but at great cost to my human." Lucas looked down, ashamed.

River answers didn't happen to me, I just remember the pain and then blacking out. "I never felt as free as I did when I went wolf, I don't remember what my colour was, I should have looked at my paws," Kyler whines, they went wolf and were conscious are they lying? "Yeah me neither, I didn't think of it," River answers him with a shrug before turning to me. "Who got your wolf to come out?" River asks me. "Uhh...alpha Rowan I think," I answer him, he sweet-talked my wolf, and things went dark before I went wolf, I can't remember shit.

His Wolves were strong and so they would fight against anything they thought might harm him, alcohol included ' You should just accept it ' Rage said. Asher had named him that because he was the fiercest of all three Wolves that lived rent-free inside his head. Rage was the Wolf Form he usually took whenever fighting against enemies. The Wolf was strong, with dark brown fur and piercing red eyes, he was known as ' Death ' by his enemies because he didn't leave any survivors whenever he went on a Rampage. It took Asher years to be able to control Rage properly, even then he still lost control sometimes. ' She is going to be ours either way. You can save your Sister's love from getting his thr

Without hesitation, Blaze leaps into the fray, his fur bristling with fury as he launches himself at the nearest rogue, teeth flashing in a display of primal dominance. Alexa and Dexter, their own wolf form a blur of motion and grace, and join Blaze in the fight, their movements fluid and coordinating as they engage the rogues with a fierce determination. Alexa's sleek black fur glistens in the moonlight as she dances around her opponents, her agility a testament to her skill in combat. Dexter, a massive gray wolf with eyes as sharp as flint, moved with calculated precision, his strength a formidable force to be reckoned with.

The Direwolf tosses him aside like a ragdoll, turning its burning gaze on the remaining rogues. The second rogue releases Araya and shifts into his wolf form, a mangy brown creature barely half the size of the Direwolf. He snarls, trying to look threatening. The Direwolf doesn't hesitate. It lunges forward, catching the brown wolf mid-leap. Its claws tear through fur and flesh like paper, ripping the rogue apart in seconds. Blood and viscera splatter across the ground. The smell of death fills the air, thick and metallic. The third rogue releases Araya and runs.

“Rafael… Rafael’s army has arrived.” Killian’s forces tried to regroup, but before they could, another wave of wolves appeared. This time, they came from the south. Leading them was a massive red wolf, its fur blazing like fire under the bright sun. The wolf stood on a rocky outcrop, her stance commanding as she let out a powerful howl. The sound echoed across the battlefield, sharp and clear, like a command. Half of Killian's army froze at that, their movements stopping as if held by invisible chains. She howled again, louder this time, and something incredible happened—the warriors turned toward her. Slowly, they bowed, then, without hesitation, rushed to join her side.

his eyes were red. It was as if Ragnar had seen everything and noticed them for the first time. He opened his mouth and let out long lonely cries of rage and hatred, then fired. Ragnar reacted immediately and plunged his spear into the powerful beast's chest. Blood flowed from where the hair was breaking. The wolf fell and the handle broke. Ragnar wanted the point to remain on the wound. Without waiting for the double to recover, he took his advantage and leapt forward. The giant wolves howled and ran towards him. Ragnar jumped to the side, avoiding the deadly fangs and grabbing the raging beast's neck. There was no doubt that a single bite would break the neck or produce bleeding tissue. R

Massive, fierce with eyes glowing with intent. My breath hitched. “No…” Ragnar exhaled. Then his body moved. Muscles tightening, frame expanding. A deep, thunderous growl tore from his chest as his wolf burst free. Larger, darker and more terrifying. The ground seemed to tremble beneath the force of it. His roar shook the walls. Silencing everything for a split second. Then, chaos. The warriors lunged first. “Take her!” one shouted. They rushed forward fast. But Ragnar was faster. He moved like a storm unleashed. His wolf slammed into them head on. Claws clashed, teeth snapped. The sound was violent.

**Winter's POV** I stormed out of the Elders' Hall, my heart a thunderous drumming within my chest, beating against my ribcage with a fury that echoed through my very bones. The gruesome sight I had just witnessed burned into my mind, filling every thought with flames of anger and pain. I sensed my wolf beneath the surface, its feral rage simmering, begging to be released, to unleash carnage on those responsible. But I knew all too well the danger of letting go in such a state. It would be chaos and destruction—no calculated justice or order, just raw violence and uncontrollable devastation. I'd let my wolf free in rage once before, and the memory of the aftermath haunted me.

Three rogue wolves rushed towards Alpha Clause and I, and I recognized one as the one Alpha Clause described as Alpha Ross, the Alpha that went rogue. He was a black wolf with a white scar the shape of lightning under his left eyelid. He together with a brown wolf attacked Alpha Clause, leaving me unprotected for the smaller wolf that was ash in color to attack me. They might have thought that I was weak and that was why they had only one small wolf attack me, but I was strong and I would show them. I threw a kick at the wolf's jaw and he reared back, letting out a loud growl both in pain and anger.