Wolf Spider Marvel Novels & Stories

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.

As soon as two wolves made their appearance, I sprinted down, noting instantly who they were as their scents permeated the air. They stopped in their tracks at the sight of me. Yes! The plan was working! Jasmine sprinted down the hill, coming in with her sneak attack, pouncing and digging her claws into Alpha Vic's back. He was like a wild bronco as he tried to throw her off, but Jasmine was so fucking good, and kept a good hold on him, not allowing him to knock her off. Even pregnant, she was a badass.

Jamari is the only wolf I have ever seen displaying any kind of magic. “We told you you would get stronger.” Mischief twinkles in the eyes of Clotho. What the fuck is happening!?

Beta Brighton took her arm, and ducked away towards the trees. One of my warriors let out a horrific scream. A wolf had his leg in its mouth. I whipped out my knife and lunged, severing off the wolf’s back leg. It was a fierce battle. Rogues, werewolves, warriors. We all fought. My mind raced. Who were these… And then I saw him. Jacob’s father. Alpha Sylar. Fighting WITH… the werewolves.

Bright eyes always held a twinkle of mischief in them. “What do you want to watch?” I asked, trying to unveil his plan. “Underworld? A Werewolf in London? The Howling?” “I’m sensing a theme.” Gunnar’s motive seemed transparent. Jump scares would lead to cuddling, and I wasn’t ready to move beyond friendship. “How about we stick to Marvel? I’ve never watched them all chronologically.” “That’s thirty-four guaranteed dates! Hell, yeah.” His excitement made me smile. I queued up Captain America: The First Avenger. “Ghost is going to be so pissed.” He laughed to himself.

What? The W-Wolf King? Andrius was the Wolf King who commanded a million Lycantroops? Kapow!

In the second, a big ginger-colored wolf popped out, ripped her t-shirt, and started running toward the forest. ‘Wow!’ I mentally compliment Every time I looked at her wolf, I felt it for the first time. Moana didn’t have the exact same color as wolf-like Liara or any of her family members. Maybe because both her parents were werewolves and she got some shade of color from Edolie, who had a brown wolf. I quickly ran to where her torn T-shirt was, and picking it up, I returned to where I was standing before. This T-shirt had her smell.