Wolf Zombies 2 Novels & Stories

The vampires would come again on the next full moon and any more war could mean the extinction of werewolves. They were only few left.Just two packs in a kingdom once filled with more than fifty of them.Her pack-the Blood Moon only had her,her sick father and the two soldiers that survived the last war-Avery and Axel. The second pack-the Storm Moon had less than twenty two members left. Nina stared through her window and didn't even move when her father came in.Not until he moved a chair towards her did she snap out of her thoughts. "Dad." she smiled weakly "You're here"

I heard Bazaar. I then know what the dark smoke was. It was wolfbane the substance they discovered to kill and weaken a wolf. The wolfsbane was now causing me difficulty breathing. My eyes run water and my vision became blurry still I didn't close my eyes. My eyes remained half-opened until I saw the dark dust that surrounded us slowly disappeared. When it did everyone within the wall was lying on the floor still and scared. It was not easy seeing them since my vision was still a bit blurry, but there was one image I could see clearly, and that was a white large werewolf that appears to be a she-wolf lying on the ground with a knife in its heart, covered in bright red blood. Bazaar walked ov

The black wolf jumped him, driving its teeth into his other arm, and throwing the red wolf to the side. The bones in my arm were broken but it was worth it. The red wolf was defeated. I saw the deathly gaze in the eyes of the black wolf but then I heard the sound of an arrow as it flew through the air. The black wolf growled, turning its gaze sharply and focusing it on something that was just above my head. I heard another, then another and I saw the shafts as the arrows embedded themselves into the wolf. Slicing through its silky fur. I looked above me to where the arrows seemed to be coming from and I spotted the neon red of about a dozen red robed vampires wielding bows and firing more ar

The hatch of the boarding spike exploded inward. The wolves that poured out were nightmares made flesh. They were larger than any Alpha Killian had ever seen, their fur matted with dried blood and chemical stimulants, their eyes glowing with a mindless, drug-induced red haze. They didn't shift; they stayed in a grotesque, semi-feral mid-form, their claws elongated into serrated blades. "For the Rift!" Jada screamed, unleashing a slug from the railgun that turned the first Fenris wolf into a cloud of red mist.

I focus a bit more and notice that one of the wolves is Sylas; he has to be fighting Laslo. Sylas is a huge gray wolf, bigger than Laslo’s white wolf. Laslo’s wolf is swiping at Sylas, and his claws connect here and there. Sylas twists his body and kicks Laslo’s wolf, sending it flying into a tree. Laslo’s wolf lays at the base of the tree, sprawled out. Sylas marches to the tree base and hovers over Laslo’s wolf, snarling and biting. His jaw reaches over and grabs at the white wolf’s neck.

there are other reasons for the wolves to become rouges it saddens me to see this society offer. There no time for me to think, I have to find away to escape these monsters before I’m dom. Before I could pin out my moves, Two wolves appear, a gray one , and a white one. What I found interest is that these wolves were different they were bigger, and they stand on two feet. Immediately the two wolves took charge, I was amazed to see them in actions. In seconds the two wolves kill the rouges instantly. Leaving one wolf begin I could see he was frighten, before he could get away I grab him by his neck and snap it making him become lifeless I threw him to the ground.

It was growling fiercely and showing teeth. Waverly wasn't sure what was going on but from the looks of it these two wolves were ready to help her.. Waverly shut her eyes and her bones began to snap in and out of place as Winter took over. Seconds later where Waverly stood her bright white wolf was there ready to fight. Winter was lethal and didn't take any time. As the men looked around at the three wolves unsure what to do, Winter took the advantage and lunged at one of the men, quickly ripping his throat out. He didn't even have time to scream. He hit the ground dead. Winter’s eyes narrowed in the next man. The man began trying to shift but the red brown wolf grabbed ahold of his leg with

he winked. "Get out before you die. I won't ask again," Zylon said. Even in this situation, he maintained a calm demeanor. "No, we want to have those two. C'mon, share with us," another rogue said with a wink. What happened next was a blur of movement. Zylon transformed into a large, tall wolf with striking black and white fur. His hind legs, belly, tail, and part of his face were white. He lunged at the rogue who was speaking, lacerating his throat mid-shift. Swiftly, he moved on to the next rogue, taking him down as well. Zylon was agile, moving with cat-like stealth. The remaining rogues were taken aback by his sudden ferocity. The wolf took his position beside me again, scanning the rogu

he murmured, his nose once again finding its home in the crook of my neck. Then the world dissolved into a symphony of horror and awe. The sickening noise of bones cracking and flesh rearranging filled the air, a wet, visceral cacophony that made me gag. Annabelle and Jim’s bodies contorted, expanding, their limbs elongating until fur erupted from their skin and they dropped onto four paws. Two howls split the air. Where they had stood, two massive wolves now towered over me. One, a behemoth of dark brown fur streaked with gold, had eyes the color of molten amber. The other was a vision of pure white, save for a single black toe, her eyes the color of glacial ice.

Leslie groaned awake as Tara and Zak dragged a table across the shattered window and braced it with chairs. “Tom? You can’t be out of bed,” Leslie said, pushing up on her elbows. “Jakey, what’s happening? What are those animals?” “Werewolves,” Jake said, eyes not leaving the hall. “They’re real.” Tara peeled a slat of the front blinds. “They’re everywhere,” she whispered. “Sniffing. Hunting.” Zak joined her, jaw tight. “Can we make the car?” She checked—froze. “They’re ripping the W.R.X. to pieces.”