Wolf Rage Novels & Stories

I wasn't going down without a fight. Soon Tyce was next to me, and I saw the resemblance between his wolf's and Jasmine's. Both wolves were brown, but while Jasmine had a white belly and toes, his was pure brown with black-tipped fur, like a huge grizzly bear. His amber eyes glared evilly at the enemy, as he fought like a maniac. I'd never seen anything like it. In his wolf form, he was completely feral and unpredictable, ready to kill mercilessly, and I suddenly understood the reputation his pack had—they were definitely not werewolves you ever wanted to fuck with. His warriors similarly followed suit, being a huge advantage in our fight.

In the blown window, a brown she-wolf crouched half inside, breath hot and rotten, eyes intelligent and hateful. “Out of my house!” Jake bellowed. The wolf weighed him, then lifted a muscled forearm as he fired. Rounds sparked off hide and bone. Zak and Tara piled in. “Smart bitch,” Jake snapped, still working the trigger. “She’s not going down!” Zak barked, stitching a burst. “Body!” Jake yelled. They dragged fire off the skull. The she-wolf shrieked, rocked, then vaulted backward into the yard and vanished into the dark.

Which made it confusing how she had done so much damage to the rogues. One of the rogues had claimed that the she-wolf had half shifted and held that half shift while fighting them. Half shift is a learned skill that few master. For an underage she-wolf to do that and inflict damage on rogues, it was impressive. I smiled. Maybe the she-wolf would be worth the trouble of an unauthorized visit to her pack.

We would be just about even by the numbers in a bit, but then I realized that Brice and Starla had also shifted, and Brice was standing next to Joshua, facing off against his own pack. Starla wasn’t standing still, though. I didn’t know what to think of the situation as she flung herself into the fray, lunging right for the largest of the Parker wolves, her sharp teeth sinking into his neck. He yelped and tried to throw her off, but Starla, a brilliant, beautiful red wolf, didn’t let go. I was shocked; what in the world had gotten into her that she was willing to fight so ferociously on our side? I couldn’t explain it, but as the other wolves joined into the fight, I stood at the ready, lett

He looked with his bloody eyes at the one who ran away, quickly running towards them, blocking their way Fight me, you rewards! He screamed in his mind angrily, even though he knew they didn't hear him, but he was angry, blindly angry! They hurt his girlfriend, they simply hurt her! They wanted to kill her with the despicableness His anger increased, and his fur became black mixed with red, indicating his overwhelming anger A tear fell from his eye as he reached out and grabbed one of the wolves that howled for help To make it into guts in his hand and throw it at them

“Are you okay? Who are you speaking to? I ask, a bit worried. “It's a voice in my head, she calls herself Lyra. I know you might think I'm crazy and probably need to go to an asylum but it's the truth” “I believe you”. I say smiling at her while finally closing the gap between us, I reach out to her once again, patiently waiting and praying for her to take my hands. Just as she reaches out to me, I hear the ruffling of leaves nearby and then a different scent hits me. My instincts to protect her kicks in and I quickly tell her to get behind me while abruptly scanning the area for rogues. As expected, a couple of wolves jump out of hiding and begin circling us, their intent clear as they grow

But he is also sad about something that happened in the past. He shakes his head as if trying to clear it. “What are you doing to me?” he asks me in an accusing voice. But everything falls in the background when in my visual field, I see something resembling a battle camp, and I see the aura of the rogue in the form of a wolf. The wolf-aura of the rogue is black while mine is silver-white, and the one of William’s is yellow. The black aura-wolf tries to attack the yellow aura-wolf, but my aura-wolf jumps between the two of them, protecting the yellow aura-wolf while trying to calm the other.

The werewolf's eyes glinted with madness, and his teeth bared in a snarl of aggression. Liam met the attack head-on, their bodies colliding with a thunderous impact. They grappled and rolled in the dirt, each vying for dominance. "You cannot defeat me, Alpha," the rogue werewolf growled, his voice filled with deranged confidence. "I am the embodiment of chaos." Liam's eyes blazed with fury as he snarled back, his voice a low, commanding rumble. "You underestimate the power of an alpha. I am the protector of my pack, and I will not be swayed by your chaos."

Z saw in the hologram how horrifying the wolves were, how a few drops of their saliva sizzled to a Wielder’s skin, and how Henmulga couldn’t defeat it, as she’d been reduced to running away. In the final slide, the wolf’s prominent feature had been shown again. Unlike the normal ones, it has a furry body that’s inflamed with blue energy, dancing gracefully from its feet, all the way to its wide-set toxic eyes. The class then ended with Ms. Marietta's note that even a wolf's bark was fatal, for it alone could render the Wielder immobile. Z had been awoken when her head banged against the table. She shook her head, trying to fight drowsiness; however, the more she resisted, the more the whispe

In the middle of a clearing, two massive wolves were locked in battle. Luka’s dark, hulking form clashed with Alec’s silver wolf, their fur matted with blood and dirt. Their snarls filled the air, a terrifying sound of raw power and fury. They circled each other, teeth bared, their eyes blazing with a hatred so deep that it cut through Elara like a knife.