Wolf Role-playing Novels & Stories

****** None of the Royal household took the Curse Leona had said seriously until the next night when it happened. Young Willow who was in his room, seated and drawing, suddenly has this sudden bloodthirst to kill. His green eye and amber eye glow as his fingers start turning and grow into long claws. His painting forgotten, he stood up and left his room. By the time he had reached the door of his chamber, he was walking on four large, hairy fur legs. His large black wolf broke down the door and came out of the room he was. The wolf roared loudly shaking the foundation of the whole palace and fire came out of his mouth, eyes and tail. He ran towards his parents Chambers, the urge to kill them

Such a delicate wolf girl. Anyway, it was my turn to play my character. I had no idea who was Thomas but I knew he was her uncle through her conversation to herself. It was not hard insulting him as the stupid, useless and ugly werewolf cause he was each one of them. Who is his mate anyway? How can someone be mate of such an ugly creature? Look at me, if I hadn’t had to hide, every vampire girl in Goldenwood would die to touch me. And who knows Blackwood’s she-wolf would fall for me too.

The Royal wolves are massive! Of course, I’d heard how big they were, and I have seen the King and Queen in wolf form. I just didn’t realise how big they were up close. The fight seemed to go on forever. Warriors and pack members joined in the fight, but the rogues just seemed to keep coming. It was as if they had some kind of machine that pumped them out. One died, and two took its place! There was so much going on around me, but I couldn’t tear my eyes away from Valsurus and the rogues tearing pieces out of him. Blood and flesh flew everywhere, and my heart sank. Even Lorcan Dalgaard isn’t immune to death should it see fit to take him.

she smiled tightly, taking a portion of wine. The man grinned contentedly and saluted back. I had no choice but to sit back and fulfill the request of the "old wolf", which, by the way, is not very old. Vadim's age is no more than forty, and taking into account the excellent regeneration of werewolves, in general, one can give in appearance much less than thirty.

Verina’s wolves fanned out on either side of her, all of them large, dark, with glowing red eyes, crouching down, ready to hurl themselves at my pack. My wolves were equally prepared, stooping low, finding their centers of gravity so they could launch off of the ground and meet any attack midair. Or be the first to strike.

The rogue wolves, remnants of Arion's calculated assault, circled with predatory intent. Zavier, his fur a sleek shadow in the moonlight, lunged at the nearest rogue wolf, teeth clashing in a fierce display of dominance. I shifted into my wolf form, the power surging through me as I joined the fray. Dominico fought valiantly, a formidable force against the encroaching adversaries. The courtyard became a battleground, a theater of primal instincts and strategic maneuvers. The scent of blood hung thick in the air as we waged a war against those seeking to exploit the vulnerabilities left in the wake of Arion and Rosie's betrayal.

All eyes were on Rudolf as they saw the wolf taking over. "Don't do anything stupid Rudolf. You are in our home." Carr was furious that he would dare to even think of attacking anyone while in his territory. Konstantin knew that look in Rudolf's eyes. Rudolf looked for a moment like he was going to back down, but his companions knew better. The big silver wolf leaped into the air in front of Guillame just as Rudolf shifted and lunged. It happened so fast no one else had time to react. The silver wolf let out a painful howl as the smaller brown one latched onto his foreleg. But he would not fight his leader. He took the bites and waited for the others from their Council to pull him off.

I repeated these movements, leaving traces of yellow paint on the fur. She stepped back to appreciate her work. The yellow color suited him, but did not make him look intimidating. Noticing the skepticism on my face, the wolf bristled and growled menacingly. I recoiled in surprise. The yellow stripes stretched out to lengthen its mouth, and the yellow fur on the top of its head stood up. Now his image was intimidating. Pleased with my reaction, he lifted his head proudly. "Poser," I muttered with a smile. But what was said in a whisper in the family of werewolves spread throughout the forest. The women laughed, even the wolves made a sound that looked like laughter or a roar. Luke approached

He was more than a werewolf his eyes were blazing like fire, the little girl now a dragon, had wing, she must have been a dragon before, and many that went toward the exit were burnt by the fire, the warriors tried all they could, but their strength was not enough, and just one breath, and fire came out of her mouth, and all the perimeter where the soldiers were, was covered in such a great fire that made it impossible for any one to escape, and in a short time, they all died and there was not even a single one that escape to tell the story of what they had seen, to any one, when they all had died, the tree of them were still beasts and they headed towards the settlement, and it was a few st

She stood still, trying to resist the force but it overwhelmed her and forced her to the ground. "Arrrhh!" She roared as she changed into a Witch-Wolf, as huge as a bear. She jumped around with force, sniffing around her. Some men were sitting at a corner, drinking from some bottles on the floor. They were speaking gibberish as they nodded their head from left to right in rhythm to music playing from a Small stereo. "What is that thing by the corner of the road?" One of them asked with squinting eyes, pointing at a creature by the road.