Wolfed Novels & Stories

"Alpha sorry to disturb you but I've just had a link of Wilson, they've just had a wolf turn up at the borders, he looks like he's been beaten pretty bad and he's asked for you." "Who is he?" "It's Jacoby, Alpha." WHAT THE FUCK?

Saliva dripped from his snarling jaws as he crouched, preparing to attack. The two wolves collided with a thunderous crash, their snarls and growls echoing through the bakery. Claws raked fur and flesh, teeth snapped with lethal intent. Ryker’s agility countered Bruce’s brute strength as they moved in a flurry of strikes and evasions. Despite the chaos, Ryker’s every move was calculated, his wolf form exhibiting both power and precision.

something else. I take precautions back to the carriage to make a torch, to carry with you. He went deep into the forest, found a pack of wolves, spotted them going down, Set"wolves only eat deer, not humans," after they left the wolf, Setentered, saw in addition to remains of deer, remains of humans, went out and waited for the wolves, after a long wait, I notice they had arrived, under a tree that was climbing. When under one of the wolves was waiting for him, the advantage of a red wolf was your size, average in its four legs, the height of an average man, apart from the title of red wolf they earned it by covering their brown or brown fur, with the blood of their victims, I

"What's that?" "What's what? Oh, the wolf?"

The Blackwood wolves surged behind her. A dark shape burst from the treeline. Amber eyes flashed beneath the moonlight. Lyla’s breath sharpened. The rival’s wolf. Lyla’s body coiled with tension. The wolf lunged. Lyla twisted beneath the blow. Her claws slid free beneath her skin. Her fist connected with the wolf’s ribs sharp and clean. The wolf hit the ground hard. Lyla’s breath sharpened. Eli’s silver gaze flashed beside her. Another dark shape lunged toward them.

Azura shouted: "Conal, get out of the way!" However, the more they hurt Conal, the more the rage and wild beasts lurking deep within Conal exploded. Conal narrowed his eyes at his attackers, then stood up, revealing the brutal nature of a wolf. He began killing his enemies ruthlessly and brutally who were hurting him. Just a moment later, there were no survivors; not even the body was intact. All around this place was their blood and their pungent smell.

I felt a drop of something fall on my exposed shoulder. I touched it and saw what it was; slobber. As I looked up I saw the red colored collar that was around the wolf that was still in its cage. The tag for this behemoth said Eyolf which was Lucky Wolf in Norwegian. If I survived this Elijah and I would have a long talk about his definition of “dogs.” As Connor made another lunged for me I felt my wolf claw her way to the surface. I complied as I felt my skin crawl and my nails extend to claws.

"Get lost!" Carlson waved his hand at the wolf in anger, throwing him out at least ten feet away, his eyes red and bloodshot. He refused to let anyone suggest that I was dead. Just as he was on the brink of despair, another warrior rushed in anxiously and reported loudly, "Alpha, we've got news! Our scouts spotted a white wolf with one blue eye and one silver eye in the Northwind market, and her build looks exactly like Ms. Radolf!" A white wolf with different colored eyes?

on the road surface. 'What the fuck is that?' One of the men glanced over his shoulder and froze in horror, 'Oh fuck.' He hissed grabbing the other man's shoulder and turning his head to face the nightmare behind them, 'Is that a fucking Wolf?'

They sniffed the air, picking up on the distinctive scent of the Quercia and set off behind the buildings and into the nearby small stretches of land still covered in trees, away from human eyes. Feeling the ground beneath him vibrate with the hundreds of varying sources cleared his mind; he homed in on the unmistakable movements of a wolf and sped up. A few yards ahead he spotted the pale, mixed coloring of a pack member and signaled to Gil to get around him. The underling caught wind of them and attempted to throw them off by taking to the alleys, but Gil arrived to cut off the path. Victor dove in on him from behind, aiming for the shoulder with a shallow bite.