Wolf Spider Marvel Novels & Stories

His eyes were the sun. The trees passed Moon’s huge frame quickly and he stopped. He spotted a wolf. A brown wolf. A magnificent one. The wolf was a bit smaller than Moon. It was a female. It was Viviana’s wolf, Miracle. Her brown fur had shining golden borders. Her ears were sharp and straight. She was alert. Her back screamed possession.

I prevented the guard from announcing my presence and went in myself. I was about to enter their living room when I started hearing an argument from them. Apparently, they were arguing about whether to release Zendaya's wolf or not. The alpha insists on them giving back her wolf but the wife kept on yelling and threatening him not to. Another voice was pleading to release her son. The house was chaotic. I couldn't believe my ears. My eyes were literally bleeding. What kind of souls are these people? how could they go to this extent to harm a girl?

I put a hand on his shoulder, and he let out a terrified whimper. I spoke softly, gently. "Dude, I'm sorry. I told you there is nothing to fear from me. I'm not mad at you. This alpha you speak of is another story. I'm a wolf. I'm a man, and I'm a wolf. And I know. The wolf wants to be free. The wolf needs to be free. No one deserves to be caged. The thought of any wolf being confined angers me." He took a deep breath, quivering before me.

Fly? What the hell? He tried to recognize the smell, as it was familiar to Maverick, Scarlett’s mate. He knew that something was off from the moment he picked up Maverick’s scent. Maverick was a Pterolycus, a werewolf with wings. Not just that the Pterolycus was also a creature of the 4 seasons (Summer, Winter, Autumn, and Spring) and 4 elements (Water, Earth, Fire, and Air) and could possess multiple abilities regarding these seasons and elements.

I can feel his presence beside me, a comforting anchor in the chaos that surrounds us, but he is unable to come to my aid as I thrash against the sticky tendrils that bind me. Just when I feel myself slipping into despair, a blur of fur and teeth emerges from the shadows. Mabel, in her majestic wolf form, bounds toward me with a primal growl, her eyes ablaze with determination. With a swift motion, she sinks her sharp teeth into the webbing, tearing it away with a strength born of instinct and experience.

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.

he voiced out this time. How are they going to fight four huge werewolves in their tiny builds compared to those creatures? Zane’s heart hammered in his chest. But he didn’t show his tension. “Shit!” Zeev cursed and looked at the opposite side to be ready for any sudden attack. A huge ebony-coated wolf with bloody red eyes graced under the moonlight. Zane almost gasped seeing the rogue. But more than its appearance, the almost glowing dark mark on its leg caught Zane’s eyes.

I spoke with a flat tone and watched the colour drain from his face and fear take over. “Kill him.” He shouted as he shifted into a muddy coloured brown wolf. One that was no match for my own. I ran straight for him, shifting mid air into Khaos' huge black wolf. One of the other wolves came at me from the side as Jack went in for my throat. Both were nothing, as I kicked my back legs out at the unknown rogue and heard the snapping of bones as I shattered his jaw. Followed by his yelp of pain. Jack, seeing that he wasn't going to get my throat veered left and jumped onto my back, sinking his teeth into my shoulder.

There was a tale passed through generations, reaching the 21st Century, about a group of werewolves’ special mutation that brings out dormant abilities from a family’s genetic line. They were said to be marked and blessed by the moon goddess for they were the first of her followers. They were given the title of Legacy Wolves, keeping up their tradition and passing on their special traits through their children.

I countered coldly, “You don’t want to fucking mess with me.” Cobra tensed. No matter how powerful he was, he was still just a human, and no matter how fucking powerful they thought they were or acted. A werewolf was always going to be fucking stronger. No mafia or cartel boss could ever come close. They could carry on acting like they were above the fucking world, when really, they fucking weren’t. “Anyone else have a problem with that?” I asked venomously. Silence followed, but just when I thought we were done and the message had gotten through nice and clear, Web spoke, smoking his cigar as he sat back. The stupid thing spreading a large amount of smoke.