Wolf Tail Game Novels & Stories

"Any reports on the preserve? Any more hunting going on? And obviously you haven't spotted Gary there or we would have heard." James was a little nervous. He'd always been a second on a detail, never a primary. He cleared his throat before starting his report. "We've seen three other wolves hunting in the preserve. They each came and went separately. When each one left I sent a two man team to tail him. The three of them are each renting rooms from single human females. They're working in town and don't seem to associate with each other at all, at least not in the last four days. We also made sure to clean up the kills." James looked at Carr. "That's it."

Ares protests, he’s been team Black Wolf since the guy started taking part in these games. They’re both in masks, and although some of these games are streamed, there are certain tournaments which are not streamed and the only way to watch them is through audio commentary or to buy tickets and actually go see these games. One day… one day I’m going to go to one of these games! My list of 'one days' is indeed growing. “Fuck!” I growl when Black Wolf spins around and slashes through Scorpio’s chest. “Argh! Get up!” The doorbell rings and my eyes flash.

I slowly sat down on the ground even though it was hard. The black wolf attacked Reginald, he move backward to avoid the attacked, they’re running from the distance and for an instance Reginald attacked the black wolf using his talons from his paws. Uncounted attacked that he made and he bite the enemy to the neck. Wanted to get rid of the black wolf from him but Reginald was stronger he didn't give the enemy a chance to retaliate until the black wolf gradually lost consciousness and the black wolf bathing on his own blood to the ground. It looks like his head will be detached to his neck.

"I was just thinking about the games. Mating is an important time in any wolves life and I want to be sure it all...goes well. I shouldn't worry though, I suppose, the wolf games are a tried and true method." I wondered if he knew about the witch and the prophecy or if he really thought the vampires were just here to celebrate an important time of his life with him. Surely he had to know. "It is a rather unusual wolf games," I said agreeing with his concern. He raised an eyebrow. "How so?" He asked. His frown and the concern in his eyes tore at my heart. If I told him that I knew it might put everything in jeopardy. "Well," I said choosing my words carefully, "There are some strange guests p

Natalie smiled at the feeling of the cool night air on her face as she accompanied the wolves as they loped through the woods, enjoying the sense of belonging and closeness that could only come from running with the pack. Eventually, they reached a small clearing where some of the wolves lay down to relax. The wolf with the salt-and-pepper fur, Trevor, had other ideas. Cautiously, he approached the only jet-black wolf —Talon—and bowed down, sticking his rear in the air and wagging his tail, inviting the black wolf to play. The second Talon got close, Trevor bounded away. They playfully growled and released high-pitched, dog-like barks as they tussled and chased one another. A grey-black wolf

But, eventually, they could no longer continue with their game upon hearing this Red Moon kamikaze soldier’s constant yelling. “You blokes are looking for your death, right? So why the hell are you constantly making a fuss? So annoying!” Wolf Tail threw the cards in his hand and got up. He was ready to come over to teach this restless henchman a good lesson. But, as soon as he turned around and only had enough time to take two steps, he was petrified. He saw a silhouette rushing up to the sky like a bird from somewhere below the cliff and jumped over the top of the cliff with a height close to two meters high.

“What else?” “I heard from the elders’ travels that the Southern wolves are great hunters. Is that true?” Again. Gavin nodded, forcing a smile on his lips. It’s okay, he reminds himself. They’re just curious. “I suppose that is true. The pack has annual games that happens every first full moon of the month,” he said. The two of them leaned forward in curiosity, eager to hear every word from him. Even Ainar, who is silent beside him, looked invested in his story too.

Replying affirmatively, Zen counted down and cast his binding spell, a treant speciality. As roots sprung from the ground to tie the unsuspecting wolf down, Oritha threw her giant boomerang, and Damian cast an isolation barrier so the other sheep would not be affected by their hunt. In less than twenty seconds, the half-howl of the sly wolf marked the end of their hunt. As the wolf’s head fell to the grass, ending rather anticlimactic, everyone in Godly Food Party received the final part of the main quest. “Good work!” Sasha chimed over the call from the village. “I can finally stop burning down houses. I was worried I would have to start lighting up the marketplace.”

said the Games Master. I felt my heart beat faster in response to the thrill of the upcoming Games. I had never been allowed to participate in anything with other wolves since I had been a child due to my tricolor coat. The Games Master had a loud voice which carried easily through the crowd. Wolves had better senses than humans so we didn't need him to use a microphone or any other silly electronics. I was honestly surprised by how many people had cell phones or tablets out to record the start of the Games.

Only one wolf had fur as black as the night itself and orbs red as burning coal, Vulcan, Azriel's wolf. What was he doing here? How did he.... Her thoughts were interrupted when another vicious growl echoed in the air followed by the rogue's attack on Vulcan. Vulcan snarled in response and dodged the rogue by jumping to the side. The rogue let out another dark growl but before he could turn around, Vulcan tackled him to the ground. He gave him no time to recover and aimed at his neck. His sharp canine pierced into his throat and tore it off in the twinkling of an eye. Blood flew out like rain.