Wolfblood Rhydian Novels & Stories

He walked past his father and out of the library after that while Collins could only stare at his son's retreating back with a deep scowl. **** Hi 👋 what do you think about Rhea’s appearance and about the white wolf in general?

Who knows, maybe one day Vlad who appeared on the threshold of my rented apartment, with my mother's ring, became that small step on the stairs to my happiness? Having finally washed away all the road dirt and dust, she wiped herself off with one of the towels that lay on the shelf next to the shower stall. She glanced at the mirror in passing, her eyes again filled with dark gold. In moments of mental turmoil, the she-wolf manifested itself, and my eyes changed color. And now the she-wolf is curious, interesting.

“I sent the both of you out here to at the very least calm down and keep your eyes out of the matter but you both can’t just stop stepping on each other’s tail, can you?!” “Don’t you dare speak to me! You don’t even have it in you to keep your le-“ Before Hakan could even continue his sentence, the stinging pain of his cheek had pushed him back a couple of steps away from the twins. “Go ahead and continue that sentence, see where will that lead you Hakan,” it was safe to say, Skye was seething, her once blue eyes started shifting to golden ones, a feature that had come from being a Legacy Wolves, one that appears when once’s emotions had run wildly.

And none of them applied to what was happening here. Don't fight it, he told himself. Sometimes you just have to accept what Fate brings you, especially if it was woman like Lia Popescue who rocked him to his core. He knew, however, the conversation they would have shortly could have a dramatic effect on their situation. There was the odd coincidence of Lia being Romanian. Mike Volka had Romanian bloodlines. His situation was what had prompted Riley to start researching the country, and even delve into the ancient stories of werewolves. Was Lia somehow connected to Mike? Did she have the same shifter blood? Was all of this what led her to Calderwood and Jamie and this situation?

"Yes, I am. But as you've said, these new generation of White Wolf's soldiers are currently the best Wolf's. The best thing to know the enemy's weakness is to befriend with them." "Is this really is it? You're just interested in this red lips gay gay White Wolf soldier right? He swings in your way and just happen to be your perfect combination. Alexander, I just wanted to remind you, Alexandra seduced two gorgeous White Wolf's soldiers before and was successful of it. But it ended in a tragedy. We don't want you to be like Alexandra, Alexander. We don't want to repeat another tragedy."

Ezra dropped low, his long arms reaching out to catch the beast by its throat, his hybrid strength locking the animal's head down into the gravel. Rylan didn't use his blade. The sight of the blood and the sound of the attack triggered something primitive deep inside his Alpha baseline. A loud, terrifying roar tore out of his chest—a sound completely devoid of human speech. His eyes turned entirely dark, the pupils expanding until the iris disappeared into pitch black. He lunged forward, his massive hands catching the third wolf mid-air. He slammed the animal down onto the stone floor with enough force to crack its ribs, then began striking it repeatedly with his bare fists.

And the moment I stepped closer, I knew. The bond snapped into place like a physical thing. Like lightning in my veins. Like coming home. My wolf howled inside me, desperate and joyful and terrified all at once. Mate. No. No, this could not happen. Not now. Not him. I stumbled back. My hands shook. If my father found him, if anyone knew what he was to me… The rogue’s eyes opened. They were silver. Pure, molten silver. And they locked onto me with an intensity that stole my breath.

“Then someone within my pack disobeyed me.” “Zy…” I clenched my fists, forcing the wolf inside me back into silence. “Find out who.” Lydia hesitated. “You don’t even know what he looks like clearly. You were—” “I know what I saw,” I snapped, though even I doubted my words. The memory was blurred by moonlight and adrenaline — the silver glow, the air thick with power, the confusion in his eyes before everything had gone white. I’d seen the flash of fear, the disbelief — and something else. Something… human.

Three rogue wolves flanked Dmitri, their eyes showing hungry desperation from being cast out of their packs and having nowhere to go. Elena recognized one as a former Blackwood member who'd challenged Dante's authority and lost, landing him in exile. Dmitri said, "You look well for someone who just gave birth three weeks ago," with that false warmth he always used when he wanted something. "Werewolf healing is amazing. I'm glad you survived because we can talk about your and my granddaughter's futures." Elena warned, "You're not getting anywhere near my daughter," watching for the humans to fire. "Any deal you make ends with me killing you like I should have the first time."

But I didn't run. I squeezed through the collapsed entrance, my skin burning from residual silver in the air. The interior was chaos—walls crumbling, fires burning, and everywhere that silver light pulsing. And standing in the center, surrounded by broken bodies and shattered restraints, was something I barely recognized. Racheal had transformed, but not into any wolf I'd ever seen. This was from legends. The Ghost Wolf. An actual embodiment of primal werewolf power in its purest, most terrifying form. Her eyes met mine across the destruction, and I saw no recognition in them. Only rage, power, and the promise of violence.