Wolfed Novels & Stories

Behind someone tangibly bit the tail. Jumping up with a squeal, she barely crawled back and stared with resentment at the gray-black wolf Matvey. He waved his muzzle to the side, and I seemed to hear: "Let's run further." What's the insult? She jumped up and trotted more calmly behind the wolf. True, after half an hour the she-wolf began to be led aside.

I spoke angrily. Wind bane, or more like wolf's bane, were one of the wolf's greatest enemies. They were fast like lightening, their claws were about eight inch long. One swipe of their long and powerful claw could take off a wolf's head. They were tall, and looked skinny, and they had big heads, and extremely long canines that stood out of their mouth, big bulging eyes that looked like it would fall out of it's sockets, their eyeballs were as black as the night. and they made screeching sounds that pierce through people's ears like needles. "I thought we killed the last of them?!" Lyle asked, as he pulled Freya behind him and adjusted his footing.

He produced croaking sounds with an admixture of coughing and snorted contentedly. "No," Leo broke the silence. “I never would have thought that you would chicken out in front of a human girl, Ar.” Once again, he teased him. “Hmmm, you’ll have to do it yourself… You remember the words of the ceremony, don’t you?” Does the phrase “Right of the wolf” suggest an idea? turned to Leela. — Wolves? Wolves…” she glanced at the dog moving impatiently from paw to paw. - Werewolves, right? she exclaimed, but she herself did not believe in the spoken words.

River answers didn't happen to me, I just remember the pain and then blacking out. "I never felt as free as I did when I went wolf, I don't remember what my colour was, I should have looked at my paws," Kyler whines, they went wolf and were conscious are they lying? "Yeah me neither, I didn't think of it," River answers him with a shrug before turning to me. "Who got your wolf to come out?" River asks me. "Uhh...alpha Rowan I think," I answer him, he sweet-talked my wolf, and things went dark before I went wolf, I can't remember shit.

There was a tale passed through generations, reaching the 21st Century, about a group of werewolves’ special mutation that brings out dormant abilities from a family’s genetic line. They were said to be marked and blessed by the moon goddess for they were the first of her followers. They were given the title of Legacy Wolves, keeping up their tradition and passing on their special traits through their children.

I was about to tell them that Derek Novak owned me and harming me would be a big mistake, but was interrupted by Husky before I could speak. “Who cares?” he spoke up. “Anyone who walks past the forest and reaches the fortress is under our mercy. I’m sure her master will thank us for teaching the insolent slave a lesson.” His finger traced one of the scratches on my legs, drawing blood with his protruding claw. He took a whiff of the blood and smiled before tasting it. He smiled. “Sweet.” It was Pitchy who seemed apprehensive. “Perhaps we shouldn’t touch her. We don’t know who owns her.” Still, his eyes were on me, his free hand running the length of my arm.

Natalia didn’t waste any time. “I need a Hillmand wolf cub” “Pardon?” both men said at the same time. The Hillmand wolf was a popular breed of wolf that was most abundant in the forest of damnation. They were bright orange in color with three black stripes that traveled from the middle of their head to their tail. Their eyes were bright red like rubies and they were often extracted and preserved like precious stones. However, it wasn’t exactly easy to catch a Hillmand wolf. They were swift and dangerous. A single injury from the wolf was dangerous because they carried a lot of parasites and they were immune to poison and a degree of magic.

It stumbled, its charge disrupted, crashing into a thicket of thorny bushes. The injured wolf, seeing its leader incapacitated, surged forward, its focus now solely on Elara. It was a desperate, frenzied attack, driven by pain and a primal need to kill. Elara met its charge with a brutal efficiency. She sidestepped the snapping jaws, her dagger a blur as she drove it deep into the wolf's chest. The animal let out a strangled gasp, its eyes wide with shock, then a guttural moan. It shuddered for a moment, then collapsed at her feet, its lifeblood staining the crimson earth.

Z saw in the hologram how horrifying the wolves were, how a few drops of their saliva sizzled to a Wielder’s skin, and how Henmulga couldn’t defeat it, as she’d been reduced to running away. In the final slide, the wolf’s prominent feature had been shown again. Unlike the normal ones, it has a furry body that’s inflamed with blue energy, dancing gracefully from its feet, all the way to its wide-set toxic eyes. The class then ended with Ms. Marietta's note that even a wolf's bark was fatal, for it alone could render the Wielder immobile. Z had been awoken when her head banged against the table. She shook her head, trying to fight drowsiness; however, the more she resisted, the more the whispe

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