Wolf Tail Game Novelas e Histórias

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.

Having gathered her thoughts, Anika decided that it was time to take action and interrogate him to find out what was happening. - So, now tell me, what or who are you? - the girl demanded, holding the mop at the ready like a spear. - Why did you become attached to me? And why the hell do you become a human in my house, but a dog outside the door? The guy glanced sideways at her, chewing and swallowing his food. Anika, feeling his gaze on her, clutched the mop tighter. “Well, first of all, I’m not a dog, but a wolf,” the guy beamed with a smile, “if you’re so bad at understanding.”

He had thoughts on taking them off but Walt jumped to the surface, bones began cracking, bending, revealing a black wolf with reddish tail. “It will be a long run” Walt said to him. The other wolves whimpered and ran off, not being able to stand Walt's aura. It has been a long time Walt had made presence. He rarely did since he became an Alpha not to intimidate the wolves. He hung the bag around his neck and shook his body, preparing himself for his speed. He started with making small jumps and leaps before finally zooming off. His body creating zaps as he ran. (Dark Dragon Dynasty)

“Good morning, everyone. Today, we have gathered to witness the game selection between Akira Williams and Stephanie Salvador for the rank duel challenge…” As he spoke, a group of students brought in a large object covered in golden rope. The school head approached it and pulled the rope down, revealing a magnificent golden wolf with its mouth open wide. Its fur shimmered in the light, and intricate designs etched into its body sparkled like jewels. The wolf seemed almost alive, exuding an aura of power and majesty. “The selection of games will begin now,” the school head said, turning his gaze toward us. “The participants should please step forward.”

Even Dan looked shocked. The white wolf wagged its tail from side to side and just then, it charged at the wolf holding Dan down and tore at it's throat. Then it went after the other wolf. It grabbed it's neck and threw it at a tree with much force that I heard his spine crack. And lastly, it went after the tiger. At first it pulled at it's tail, bit it's ear, before making the kill. It hovers at the tiger for a while. Playing at the dead body as if it was amused.