Wolfblood Rhydian Novels & Stories

General Markus turned back to his human form and Jared hurriedly draped a robe on his bare upper body. Lyor, Ken and Captain Ross finally came out of the shock the numerous lifeless bodies caused, but they all showed doubts on their faces like Soran while looking at the ruddy complexion of the Blood Wolves clan’s clansmen. According to what they know, the Blood Wolves clan was attacked over three months ago, and it is the first time for them to see a lifeless body that does not show any signs of death aside from their unmoving chests that does not show any signs of pulsing.

The wealthy-looking boy bearing the emerald flag that represents the team Bloodlock stepped forward and lit up the cauldron. “Cecillion Bloddlock, we thank you for your bravery and sacrifices,” the headmistress declared. “We thank you for your bravery and sacrifices,” everyone mouthed in unison. “Brute might and bravery were displayed by Ruffus Moonbane, the patethic omega who quickly turned into an alpha and took the throne of the Lycans. He howled under the moonlight and fought many battles. He was a true warrior who soared and made things possible through his actions,” Miss Foxglove went on.

They can be easily killed because their bodies are still living, unlike Decade and Century vampires, which can only be put to sleep or be crystallized by a Millennium vampire. But for a humpire Omega like Ryo, once he gets pregnant, the utmost protection is needed, for he is still partly human until the molting process ends. Given no choice, Ryo sighs and plays out a scene from his memories that was prepared by Ota to save him from trouble. He raised his hands and, like a firework, a bright screen floated in the air. All heads focus on the air. "Oww."

He whispered to me hoarsely, his forehead pressed against mine. “My pleasure,” I told him and finally brought myself to step away from him."Let's go." I led the way towards the battlefield, but in my mind, I connected with my people. Charge of plans. Rhys's P.O.V: "My pack has about three hundred and ninety three wolves, cubs included. It's located in Saudi Arabia, south of Nizwa, on the brink of the Wahiba Sands. The place is called 'Jever' which probably means jewels in Hindi. And my pack is called the WildRain, which...I think you already know, since my warriors already spilled the beans on everything."

As soon as Shyfter said he ran with the Rogues, Rex's wolf emerged and melded with his human instinctively. "Whoa, Dark Alpha. Calm down. This is the result I spoke of before. You don't have the focus to control this. That's why we are here." Shyfter said. Seeing that Rex wasn't backing down or calming down, Shyfter had no choice but to show him what a blacked out wolf really looked like. Before phasing, Shyfter was a big wolf, after phasing, he was huge. Fur the color of a comet in the night sky, black eyes going red in an instant, he waited for Rex to charge. Shyfter didn't have to wait long. *Shyfter*

"And right now, we need to end this." With a primal roar, Rhydian launched himself at the Alpha, his speed and strength enhanced by the mysterious force that coursed through him. His strikes were swift and precise, each blow hitting its mark with devastating precision. The Alpha, caught off guard by this unexpected turn, staggered backward, its ferocity waning. Amelia watched in awe as Rhydian fought, his movements fluid and calculated. He seemed to dance with the Alpha, anticipating its every move, and countering with a lethal strike. Amelia's heart swelled with gratitude and admiration for the mysterious werewolf before her.

Kade appears next to me at some point and he’s on his phone again speaking that other language and his face is grim and tight and I can’t hear what he’s saying over the noise of wounded wolves and Judith barking orders. He ends the call and looks at me and I’m about to ask what’s wrong when Rhys walks in. Except he’s not walking, he’s limping and he’s still in his golden wolf form and he’s absolutely covered in blood and there are wounds across his ribs and shoulder. His eyes scan the medical wing and find me immediately even though I’m surrounded by pack members and indistinguishable from any of them covered in blood like I am. Our eyes lock and something passes between us that I don’t have

A young man, covered in blood, knelt in the snow. It was Rhys. He couldn't have been more than eighteen, his face still holding the softness of a boy. In his arms, he held a dying she-wolf. Me. There was a massive, bloody hole in my chest, my life force draining away. “Don’t die…” the Rhys in the memory sobbed. “Please, don’t die…” He placed his hand on my chest, and a pure, silver light poured from his palm. Life energy. The rarest, most precious kind.

The wolf roared angrily at Linda, thrust its claws into her chest and growled menacingly, baring its sharp teeth. “Enough, stop!” snapped Aryadi, in an instant he turned into a black wolf and pounced back at the red wolf. Linda got up again with black blood seeping between the fronts of her clothes. As she was about to attack for the umpteenth time, the remaining witches finally stopped the vampire woman's actions with magic like a few minutes ago, as well as wolf-shifter Aryadi. Rokan Allegro took a deep breath, pushing out the wood and marble shards on his back with his strength until they fell. “Take them both to the prison ward,” he muttered, enduring the pain in his body.

Thyra let out a gasp when she noticed the dangerous red eyes that stared at her as if he could see through her. She could dictate the anger from the expression of the man. But what did she do to receive such a deadly stare? Wait! Red eyes! Thyra internally screamed as the realization hit her. The man she had been admiring was an Alpha. They were the only ones among werewolves with that eye color. At least that was what she knew from the research and discoveries she had made.