Wolf Smash Bros Brawl Novels & Stories

Ryan questioned. I sucked my teeth to dial down the cusswords that came to my head. "Ryan, there are some people that actually have to keep fit and be strong for their packs. Not everyone has to lazy around like you, doing nothing but popping parties every two seconds.” I said with a smile on my face so everyone else would think that we were just joking with each other. "Oh words?" Ryan scoffed. "Okay then. I challenge you to wolf brawl, right now, right here. First to get the other person on his back wins,” he said.

My commands cut through the air like usual, though every word felt like it dragged through sandpaper. “Again,” I barked, watching two younger wolves circle each other. Their paws kicked dirt, claws flashing as they lunged. One went down too easy and the other too sloppy. “If you fight like that on the border, you’ll be dead before you draw your second breath. Reset.” I’ve noticed a decline in our training, which only made me feel better as I immersed myself back into that. We had some of the best warriors the world has ever seen. And these kids looked like rookies. What the fuck has been going on in the pack?

"You know, this would be a different story if it had been one of Alexei's men you shot." The head of the bratva didn't joke with his men or his mafia. He wouldn't let it slide that easy, but at least Alexei's men were not as dumb and reckless as the men in the Camorra. They would never put themselves in that situation in the first place. "If they deserve it, I won't regret it." Roma sighed. "One piece of advice, Andre. Don't start a war over a woman. They don't value that shit and you'll only get yourself killed."

Mobali skillfully parries the attack, countering with a powerful swipe of his own. “You're angry.” “ I am not.” The clash of their blades echoes through the night as they exchange rapid strikes, each displaying their expertise in swordsmanship. Their movements are a blur, with the grace and agility of their wolf-like forms aiding them in executing quick, precise maneuvers. Kaerlia performs a daring leap, attempting to strike from above, but Mobali anticipates her move and dodges just in time. He retaliates with a series of quick slashes, forcing Kaerlia to evade and roll away.

My own wolf form, midnight black with silver markings, was dwarfed by the crimson monster before me, but I snarled anyway. I lunged, aiming for its throat. **Lunar Fang Barrage** my signature move. A dozen spectral wolf heads, made of my own energy, launched from my maw, each snapping for a vital point. The red wolf didn't dodge. It took them. Each spectral head exploded against its hide with bursts of silver light, scorching patches of red fur black. It grunted, annoyed. Then it retaliated. It slammed both front paws into the ground. **Bloodmoon Cataclysm.**

The battlefield is a frenzy of shifting forms, human and wolf, with blood soaking the earth and shattered bones strewn like broken promises. I launch myself at Braden with ferocious speed, delivering a brutal kick that sends him sprawling. My fist connects with his jaw in a savage uppercut, the sickening crunch of bones shattering echoing in the air. "I have you both right where I want you," he mutters, his words a chilling enigma. My confusion turns to horror as a thick white cloud of wolfsbane chokes the air.

Aiden POV. "Boys, that's enough," I yell at the two wolves jumping and attacking each other, when they first shifted they tried to attack me, but they soon learned that they can't play with me and decided to play with each other. I felt Rowan poke me, he was poking through our bond, but I'm too busy to answer him right now, not while I have two wolves trying to take over the pack, he was inside with the third and final wolf.

When I put one of my eyes on it, and closed the other one, I could see everything very clearly. “You are not to move. Talk. Or even breathe when Kent is here.” My mother said to me when she found out Kent, a werewolf with the biggest clan, was interested in seeing Marianna. “Mama, I cleaned all the china, and swatted the sofa. You won’t find any of our wolf hairs or real hairs. Can Jezebel and I go out now? She hasn’t been out since the incident.” I heard Marianna, my light, my love, my sister, ask my mother. Only her red hair was visible to me but I could almost imagine her pink button nose scrunching up as it always did, as she talked.

someone called out. Frakas's lips curled into a cruel smile. "Capturing the rogue leader." The room erupted in laughter, and my cheeks burned with humiliation. "Might as well dig her grave now," the female warrior snickered. "Choose your weapon," Frakas instructed, gesturing to the array of blades, bows, and other weapons laid out on a large table. I approached carefully, my eyes scanning the collection. I chose what looked like the best of them to train with. A gleaming sword with a sharp edge and well crafted hilt caught my eye.