Wolf Spider Marvel Novels & Stories

Marx moved through the pack, their backs now to the wall and the enemy clawing beyond. In front of them stood the giant werewolf he and Ava had seen at the manor. The thought that it might be Lochlan had him taking a step closer before he stopped. It was a hope, not a fact. What if it wasn’t? The massive beast stepped forward. Where its eyes should have been was dark obsidian. As the massive beast came closer, the pack behind Marx shifted restlessly. He raised a hand to calm them. Stopping beside him, the beast looked to its right at Marx. The obsidian cleared revealing the eyes of someone he knew. He gasped. A second later, the eyes went obsidian black before it walked away. It stopped in f

CM throws Pandora to the ground and shifts into his brown and white wolf Rogue. Pandora looked at her Midnight her father's black Alpha wolf growling before he attacked a wolf. Midnight rips the wolf's head and gives Rogue a death stare. El Rey Alpha Keema’s wolf spits a wolf leg on the ground and sinks his teeth into another wolf’s shoulder, tearing it apart. Shota Paulo's wolf has killed three rogues and eyeing CM when CM's brother Aldis’s wolf Pace jumps on his back. Shota quickly fell backward. Pace loosened his hold and Shota stood up and clawed the wolf's chest. Pace whines until he stops breathing.

My wolf won’t have this! ^~^

Before the blow could fall, the heavy bronze doors of the council chamber were violently thrown open from the outside. I spun around, expecting the rest of Sharon’s vanguard, my hands already gathering the golden light for another strike. But it wasn't the Western Crags mercenaries who entered. Standing in the doorway was a massive, gray-furred wolf, its shoulders broader than any rogue I had ever seen, its face covered in a lattice of fresh, bleeding claw marks. Silas Vane’s second-in-command is a brutal beta rogue named Jax. And in his jaws, he was dragging the limp, unconscious body of Marta.

When we reached Alex and Talia, they both got up. “Congrats, Wulfric.” Alex put out his right hand to Blake to shake, and I had to do a double take when I noticed his pinky was missing and the skin was raised in pinkish-red rings around his other fingers, as if he’d been cut and the wound never fully healed. I didn’t even know it was possible for a werewolf to scar. “What happened to your hand?” Blake asked, clearly noticing the same thing right before he took it. “Lost a finger.” Alex gave a sheepish smile.

Zeus said to me. "I am not going to mate with a low level Omega that would be bad for my soon to be pack" I said to Zeus. Then quickly pushed him to the back of my mind hushing him up, all of a sudden all my senses were on high alert. I smelt a wolf, I came to a complete stop, and I looked around but couldn't see anyone around me. I slowly crept around to an opening in the woods, that's when I saw the most beautiful white wolf ever seen. she was just laying down beside the pond. Impossible I thought to myself I've never seen a white wolf no one would believe me. "I can not connect with her it's like there's no soul in her, no one to talk to" Zeus said.

"We are in the middle of a war crisis...." "The war is just three weeks away. You should get a breeder once the war is over." He seemed so confident that we would win this battle. Even when the Flaming Wolf was yet to emerge. The Flaming Wolf is a mythical creature I had always heard about, as a child. It was a unique kind of wolf, that possessed the ability to spit fire. Its furs were pure fire, and could burn anyone close enough to it. It was a literal demi-goddesss. The surprising thing is, it actually wasn't a mythical creature. It was as real as could be. In the dream Logan had, he saw it fighting alongside us, in the war.

In a blinding series of movements, Skye placed me on my feet, whirled around to catch the attacker by the throat, and slammed him down onto the surface of the bridge. Then, something strange happened. The wolf that Skye held began to tremble and appeared as if to whither. At the same time, a foreign energy flowed into my body from the Healer's firm hand that lingered on my elbow to steady me. “Fuck.” Skye gasped and released the wolf like it had burned him, stumbling back a step to bump into my side. I saw fear in the wolf's eyes as he shook uncontrollably on the log, staring up at Skye. His gray furred chest heaved but he seemed unable to stand. Skye in turn stared in shock and revulsion at

Thoughts ran through her head as she listened to the loud rumbling sound the thunder made. She remembered something, something so dear to her heart, the cruel manner her parents died. She remembered it like it was yesterday. Her father was a strong werewolf, so strong that he could control people's minds just by staring at her, her mother, a witch. She was strong in her own way. A great battle broke out and their survival rested on their shoulders. The responsibility of defending their town Crimo, which was later renamed as New York, fell on them. They fought with a fierce spirit but they were overpowered.

I ask her next, maybe that got something to do with me dying. "White wolves don't exist," Moira dismiss me again. "The alpha said they do," I answer her, he said one of us is white, and since the other two remember their wolves and dream of them, they knew for sure they aren't the white one. "Maybe they do but they are extremely rare," Moira says, they are rare cause they die, I know that, I'm pretty sure of that now. "Hey, Moira, little guy," alpha Rowan says joining us in the room, he shared a look with my sister and then a silent conversation went between them two, it's the way their eyes shifted and moved as they glared at each other.