Wolf Scar Novels & Stories

It was the synchronized, heavy thudding of multiple paws. From the white wall of the blizzard, a dozen massive, white-furred wolves materialized. They didn't bear the standard brand of Jaxon's ragged remnants. These wolves were heavily armored, their plates forged from dark, frost-resistant iron, and their eyes burned with a disciplined, dangerous intelligence. "The Frost-Tooth vanguard," one of Natalia’s elite enforcers whispered, drawing his blade. "Craig’s personal border scouts." The lead white wolf stepped forward, its massive jaws snapping as it shifted mid-stride, its bones cracking and reshaping into a towering, heavily muscled Lycan warrior. He didn't attack. He pulled back his fur

Aryadi was thrown several fathoms while Hugo stood tall in his form as a wolf proudly. Burhan came over and helped his adoptive father in one shot. At that time Burhan's expression looked so shocked by Hugo's change. The type of wolf-shifter that Hugo has is so different from other wolf-shifter. The size of the red wolf's body is also larger than most wolf-shifter. On the forehead of the red wolf, a star in a circle was drawn. When Hugo growled, his mouth and muzzle dripped with disgusting saliva, like the image of a werewolf version of the human belief, which in Indonesia is called Aul. Burhan gulped his own saliva as he stared into the red eyes of the Cursed. “What is that creature?” Burha

What color would her fur be? Lia positioned herself on the carpet about six feet from him, arms at her sides, a naked goddess with her lustrous mane of hair and her hazel eyes flecked with gold. She looked at him for a long moment then closed her eyes, let out her breath, and began to turn in a circle. Yes, it was exactly as it had been with Mike, the air around spinning. As she moved faster, the air became a blur, a thick cloud surrounding her until suddenly it stopped, fell away, and Riley gasped. A gorgeous white wolf stood in her place, with a sculptured head and a majestic body.

He was here. Ragnar saw him too, and his expression twisted into something ugly and unhinged. “Brother,” he called mockingly. “You came just in time to watch her burn.” Wulfrick didn’t answer. He didn’t need to. The growl that tore from his chest was pure fury, vibrating through the clearing and sending a wave of terror through everything that heard it. Before Ragnar could react, Wulfrick lunged. They collided with brutal force, rolling across the ground, snapping and striking in a violent blur. Firelight flashed across claws and teeth as the other wolves closed in, cutting off Ragnar’s escape.

My heart pounded in my chest, each beat echoing in my ear. With a shaky breath, I let go and allowed my body to shift. Bones cracked, skin stretched, and in moments, my wolf stood exposed. She was monstrous with patches of fur missing, exposed bones, and eyes that glowed a devilish red. I kept my gaze low, bracing myself for her reaction. “Sick!” she exclaimed, vibrating with energy. “Holy fuck. That is the sickest wolf I’ve ever seen!” Her eyes gleamed with awe. I blinked, not having expected her reaction.

She knew she could only get away by going up then down to try and avoid him. Wolferan was a dracion and Leanunya knew he had been tracking her for years. He never gave up even though she had outsmarted him every time they had crossed paths. He was very stubborn, more so than a mule. Once he picked a target he would either catch them or they would die; he never gave up on a target he had chosen. He was a black and gold scaled dracion with black dragon wings and it was rumored he was immortal.

I suddenly felt a big hammer pounding my head, causing me to hold on to the bed frame and close my eyes because of dizziness. A sudden scene crossed my mind. Inside, the cell with a red werewolf facing Alarick and Convel. “A sanguis.” Both Alarick and Convel said as they were staring at a two-tailed red werewolf. In return, the red werewolf gave them a low growl. Instead of being scared, Alarick and Convel looked fascinated by the sight. The bloody color of the werewolf is shining as well as the two tails it keeps on swaying.

“Wulfric?” I nodded. “Fuck, man, I didn’t realize this was your pack. You look like shit.” His eyes darted upward, in a mindlink, then he shifted back into his wolf form. Another wolf came sprinting over—a female one. And that was when I realized that the scent of the wolf that was able to survive in cold water was this other wolf’s. I couldn’t believe that I hadn’t realized it was a female scent at the time, too concentrated on figuring out the pack it was from.

Cheryl's body went skittering across the slick floor and slammed into a wall. Cheryl was stunned for a moment and then got up screaming, "You Bitch!" Her nose was spurting blood, and she was trying to staunch the flow as she yelled for anyone to hear how she had been disrespected by a human. She quickly shifted into a red wolf, snarling with teeth bared. Karen stood her ground, growling back.

What is her gift? - We, by virtue of nature, cannot freely communicate with animals, they are afraid of us, - she began to explain, - and werewolves with such a gift not only approach any animals calmly, but also feel their life streams. For example, you can say that your head hurts, show where it hurts, and werewolves with such a gift feel it. They are excellent veterinarians and are highly valued at our fur farms. In our flock, sable, arctic fox, marten, ermine are bred. A very profitable business. I still don't get what's wrong? A wonderful gift, - but I thought to myself that I don’t have a gift at all.