Wolfblood Rhydian Novels & Stories

A presence that could no longer be ignored. I swallowed hard, tasting the fear and exhilaration that always came with it. I was no longer just Amira Cross, the forsaken omega of Winter Hollow. I was something older, older than the lies that had surrounded me, older than the betrayals that had marked my bloodline. I was the Wolfe of Return. From behind me, Nyla’s footsteps were quiet but deliberate. She came to stand beside me, her eyes scanning the woods as though she could see the unseen dangers lurking beyond the shadows.

He watched Wayne too closely, not with concern, but with something more. “Again,” Rylan barked. “Shift and attack. Faster this time.” Wayne tried. He really did. But halfway through, his vision blurred and the world turned again, it always did. His knees hit the earth as wolf refused to answer the call. “Awful sight,” Oliver muttered under his breath. The same one Darius had once disciplined for mocking him. “Guess being the Alpha’s favorite doesn’t make you strong, huh?” The laughter that followed was short but cutting. Rylan didn’t stop it. He crossed his arms, watching. Wayne clenched his jaw, turned, and threw a punch.

My breath got stuck in my throat when he got in beside me. His jaw was set. Lips set into a grim line. And his eyes? They rivalled the worst thunderstorms. I had to be in a car with him for lord knows how long. I didn’t want to be there. Another man I have only seen from afar got into the front seat. He didn’t turn around to face us but when they started talking, I realised who he was, The Wolf Slayer’s Beta. I didn’t know how name either just that he was as horrible as his alpha. Also a pureblood lycan that had way too much power.

I murmured softly, and she sighed, “He is; just stay out of Dante's sight. He is a cross of a wolf and an ancient vampire with high senses.” “If he's that intuitive, he will know Austin has a druid wolf,” I thought bitterly, and Lana quieted as I headed to the landing. Looking down at the mess below I gasped at seeing Dante being restrained by Gideon. Dante was pointing a longsword in Austin's direction and arguing with the former assassin. Racing down the stairs I went straight to Austin and rubbed his back to hear him snarl. “Don't touch me; kill me if you feel so threatened by me,” He growled, causing Dante to shout, “SEE! He knows what he is!”

The artifact hummed, a low and dreadful sound that vibrated through the dungeon walls and into my bones. And then, just like that, he turned. Xareth simply turned his back to the scene and walked away. And my wolf followed him, step by step, obedient and silent. We climbed out of the dungeon, back through the cold halls of the castle. And as we crossed the threshold, something shifted in her, in me. My wolf dissolved into the background, and I was slammed back into my body. I collapsed to the floor, naked, shaking violently. My hands were covered in Rhydan’s blood. It was warm, sticky, clinging to my skin like guilt made tangible.

The cold energy steamed out from him and immediately vanished before their eyes. ""He's indeed a ruthless vampire when he’s mad," Natasha commented as she watched her husband go on his own. "Lady Nat?" Rizal jumped from hearing Natasha's voice from the huge white wolf beside him. "I am but I am not how long I could hold my anger. Keep the twins safe." She sighed since she could feel the burning anger spreading throughout her wolf body. And the more she feels that her control might run off. "Kristina and Sandy were already doing that." Rizal respectfully responded before he bowed to excuse himself and joined the fight.

“Are you okay? Who are you speaking to? I ask, a bit worried. “It's a voice in my head, she calls herself Lyra. I know you might think I'm crazy and probably need to go to an asylum but it's the truth” “I believe you”. I say smiling at her while finally closing the gap between us, I reach out to her once again, patiently waiting and praying for her to take my hands. Just as she reaches out to me, I hear the ruffling of leaves nearby and then a different scent hits me. My instincts to protect her kicks in and I quickly tell her to get behind me while abruptly scanning the area for rogues. As expected, a couple of wolves jump out of hiding and begin circling us, their intent clear as they grow

Dayne continued where I left off as he looked in my direction. "Hybrid?" Thyri questioned as she scrunched her eyebrows. "Lycan? But I thought the lycans died out a long time ago. So, you're wolf and lycan, I remember a large black wolf stopping me at the gate." "That was me, my love, that wasn't my hybrid form it was me in my wolf form. Because we are part of the Wolf King descendants, we are much larger than regular wolves. We have two forms, our wolf and our lycan form, we can still have children though they will be lycan as well." I began as I rubbed her back, I could make out the shock on her face and I so badly wanted to console her.

Rhydian came beside me. I opened it. The first pages were written in an older script, but beneath each entry was a translated version. I read aloud. “Eclipse Wolves.” I turned the page. Another heading. “Bond manipulation.” Rhydian leaned closer. “That doesn’t match what we were taught.” I looked at him. “What were you taught?” “That Eclipse Wolves could influence supernatural bonds.” “Influence?” “Yes.” I turned to another page. “There are records here about Vale blood.” His expression changed.

Adrenaline pulsed through my body as I similarly tried to mimic the style of their fighting, trying to take down as many enemies as I could, even as my whole body felt as if it were charred from so much burning, even as sharp claws got good swipes into my body, spraying my blood into the crowd, even as my whole being wanted to shut down from all the injuries I'd sustained. And then—I saw it. A dart landed in Tyce's body and he gave a loud whimper. It was safe to say that he probably hadn't ever built up a tolerance. His movement slowed as I got close to him. And as I saw another dart launched toward him, I jumped in front of it, knowing it would probably kill him, pinning him to the ground a