Wolfblood Rhydian Novels & Stories

“Wish for what remains of the Chernoye Nebo Pack to perish within the next hour.” Sasha’s hands shook violently as the stone’s energy seeped into his skin. His face twisted, his lips parted, horror dawned on his face. But he still choked the words out as commanded. The stone glowed red. And before he could react, before he could even begin to beg for his life, I shifted into my wolf form and drove my claws into his chest, curling them around his still-beating heart. His body jerked. A choked gasp escaped him. Then I ripped.

“Now.” But it was too late. A growl came from the trees. Then another. Then ten more. Eyes glowed in the dark. Dozens of them. Rogue wolves. Huge. Scarred. Foaming at the mouth. Lycan stepped forward. “This is your only chance. Leave. Or die.” The rogues didn’t speak. They charged. **Rosa’s POV** The fight was chaotic. Snarls. Blood. Claws. I sliced one rogue’s throat, then ducked as another leapt over me.

He struggled even more, closing his eyes, I wondered what exactly was going on with him. I tried to figure out what could be the cause. Was it because I mentioned the killing of a whole village? I had mentioned the killing of the whole village earlier too. Was that the cause? "No," He screamed at the pitch of his voice, shocking me. My eyes widened and I looked around to see if anyone was close but there was none. I walked over to him but he looked at me glaring. His brown eyes brightened as his hand was still on his head. He was struggling once again, his wolf pushed to take control, he kept struggling to calm himself as his claw grew. He wasn't himself any more.

Rhianna was walking through the hallway of her new home, it was a big building, it was now she knew the place had a very large building and Chambers. it was still a surprise to her that her family and park could sell her, all because of power. Rhianna was a silver wolf princess, with silver long hair and emerald green eyes. She was a rare kind, there was no other silver wolf except for her. One thing about her was that she never knew how to make use of her power, she was a princess who only trained herself on physical weapon, She was the courageous type and very good at threatening. Rihanna was a Werewolf but hates Werewolves after the death of her senior brother, who was everything to her.

Frya is a rare werewolf, legendarily named the Wild Beast and she learned of her real nature years after she lost all her family, save one brother, in the Great Battle, inspired by the Sisterhood. Now tinted with the mark of revenge, Riyin, alongside his best friend, Frya, embark on the quest to find the Sisterhood, a coven of the most powerful witches, the Violet Witch included, and avenging his family's death. Through fights, hunger, and many brushes with death, they finally find the Sisterhood, but they are not ready for what they meet.

My howls turned more agonizing as I went into a bad place. And then, miraculously, the wolf stopped as his entire body came crashing down on top of me. I yelped from the impact of a grown man’s full weight hitting my body. Once I recovered, I opened my eyes to see Alex holding an entire bloodied vertebral column with his claws, clearly ripped from the wolf’s body. I instantly pushed the dead man off me and sprinted away as Alex threw the vertebrae away and held off the other three wolves, one of whom looked like he wouldn’t get too far as a bloody puddle formed under him and he eventually turned human, dropping to the ground.

His eyes went wide with shock and pain. “What the hell do you think you’re—” I started. Rhydian spun toward me, and I barely had time to process the fury on his face before his hands were on me. One wrapped around my throat, the other shoving me hard against the wall beside Aurelian. His grip tightened. My vision sparkled at the edges. “You dare?” Rhydian’s voice was barely human. “You dare give gifts to this lowly wolf? This wolfless piece of trash?”

Mom, Dad she called out slowly to them moving close in their direction. By the time she found them they had already transformed into werewolves it's wasn't easy, controlling them as wolves, to make them go under the basement, she tried all she could but failed then she said to them, "I don't care how aggressive you are towards me, you know you can't hurt me because I am also a young wolf, just like you are a werewolf from one pack, I can control you, as been a young she-wolf, I will do anything to make sure you don't cause any harm to others."

I need to finish this and as soon as possible, while I have such an opportunity! Finally, we caught up with Frida! The father attacked first, it's amazing how a huge black wolf can be maneuverable. The dryad fought back, but then I attacked. Attack after attack, we approached her, exhausting her, both physically and mentally. Frida did not concede, and if I still tried not to cripple her much (I would prefer to finish with one blow so as not to torment the girl), then she did not stand on ceremony with us. But at some point, I was simply pulled out of reality, which the dryad immediately took advantage of, throwing me to a decent distance. I was in the form of a wolf, so I didn’t hurt much,

“She knew before we even left.” “Yeah.” “So, wherever we’re headed,” I said slowly, “she’s already there.” Rhydian watched me a long moment, then looked past me into the true dark, the heart of the old-growth, where the trees grew fat and wild and the first wolves roamed. And his face changed in a way I’d never seen. Not just controlled. Not careful. Still. Like he’d just put something together he couldn’t un-see. “Rhydian.”