Wolf Scar Novels & Stories

Something landed on the roof of the truck with a bang, distracting the feral before a blur of gold jumped onto the black and sable wolf. A flurry of snapping teeth and snarls erupted from the two wolves as they fought. Lucas was stunned. It took a moment to realise that the thing attacking the feral was another wolf. A much bigger one. Where had this this one come from? They were clearly a werewolf but not one Lucas recognised from the files they had on the Blue Mountain pack.

____________ Zack" The scarface guy doesn't talk until I make his hands covered with ice and when I did that Wulfsige threw his black power into the guy and Warg as well I guess they lost control because of so much frustration to the guy when they ignored the two impatient wolf by my side. In a second he melted and left with no trace. I shook my head. Wulfsige and Warg are definitely different now they are a bit amazing. But when I turned around to Wulfsige again I instantly took it back as my complement. Cause I want to kill him now by hugging Lyca in front of us. But when I look at Warg he's also running and instantly hugs Lyca too!

The scent of Elias's lingering presence upon her was an insult to the wolf's senses, and it was driving him insane. "No, Dean Wason, it isn't what you imagine!" she bellowed, but he was not listening. He struck at her, a whirl of muscle and claw.Dickson was on him in an instant, a whirl of his own. He tackled the creature, and they rolled both crashing to the ground. "Run, Sama Arthur, run!" he yelled, his voice struggling for breath as he struggled to hold back the huge, furious creature.But the beast was too strong. He was not Dean Wason anymore; he was a raw, unsoiled Alpha wolf, with strength beyond the usual. With a furious growl, he tossed Dickson aside from him, and Dickson fell hard

Scarlett’s POV Elara took a deep breath, her eyes meeting mine with a mixture of caution and determination. "Swiftclaw's origins are shrouded in darkness, Scarlett," she began, her voice laden with a heavy weight. "He is the son of a powerful wolf who was entangled with demons, seeking to harness their dark magic for his own purposes. It is believed that this union tainted Swiftclaw's bloodline, infusing him with an inherent darkness and an insatiable thirst for vengeance."

I turn to him with a smile. "Thanks, I need this, and so do our wolves." I kiss him one last time before shifting into Rieka. I love the color of my wolf. She's a mixture of black, dark brown, and white that makes her almost look like marble. I watch through her eyes as Wyatt shifts into an enormous black wolf. Being a lycan, he's twice the size of a werewolf. I see where Scar gets his name from now. He's entirely black except for a line of silver that runs from his head over his eye and down the side of his face. It makes him look like he was cut with a blade.

Seeing the scared look on the elder's face, Jay took the initiative to take this fight away from him. There were about five wolves including the one who has its paw smeared in blood. It has a pure white coat, teeth sharp enough to crush bones and a scar just above its eye that was really hard not to miss. One smell and Jay could tell right away that he was dealing with the devil himself.

I asked him, and he shook his head. " No, it isn't. This is the first I have heard," he confessed, and I noted it down in my head. I intended to look into it further. "Willows wolfsbane is grown by spirit wolves. Could the hunter be working for a spirit wolf?" Sylvester suggested. " Maybe the hunter is a spirit wolf" Robert stated. " That is not impossible." Sylvester argued, " Willows wolfsbane can kill spirit wolves too. All except for Samantha. She is sort of immune to it. No spirit wolf would shoot a poisoned dart. It has to be a human hunter." Sylvester suggested.

I whined, picking up a sweatshirt with fragility. "Well... because you didn't listen to the warnings and so you brought this upon yourself. Good luck and try to stay alive." Alpha Gray laughed, closing the door to my escape and the door of the big laundry room. Werewolves sweat and blood smell awful than humans because of the supernatural power they hold. But I will surely be dying over this foul smell. "Oh! Look. It's Clara the troublemaker." The beta entered the room, pushing a big trolley filled with another pile of dirty clothes.

Lola chuckled, “Magic powers?” No one laughed and Tristan responded, “All the wolves from the Fire Wolf clan were born with magical abilities. Like reading minds, hurting people by looking at them, controlling water, teleporting, speaking to animals and so much more. They said that the first Fire Wolf Agnitus was able to set anything on fire where he set his eyes on.” Lola understood by now that they were all dead serious about this, so she asked, “So what happened to them? “

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.