Wolfman Rdr2 Novels & Stories

Frozen in place, she watched as only half of the men on their side shifted and were terribly outnumbered, but they dove forward, nonetheless. Wilson's face appeared in front of her, shielding the view of the fight and he ushered her towards the cars, ready to escape. Her head turned back anyway, seeing a darker wolf jumping into the brawl and she assumed it must be Gil–the realization giving her a flicker of fear. He jumped over another wolf in an arial attack, slashing down at the enemy's face and preventing him from biting.

They greeted once more, their heads lowered at their average height. After shaking me up and making me all dizzy, he drops me on a sofa, taking his seat opposite me. He wipes off the blood on his neck with clothes, his well-sculpted abs coming into view. He was truly astonishing. “Welcome back, princess.” A lady in all white came in, the skull-made staff in her hands. She had white hairs, white eyelids, and white eye strokes, and judging from the combination, her wolf must be white. “The name is…”

No, she will fight, and if she must, she will forge alliances in the shadows where the violet moon dare not reach. Her path is clear, though perilous. The only one who could possibly stand against the might of Alpha Wilson and the Redbone Pack is the one who lurks in the heart of the Amazonian Rainforest, a place where even the bravest wolves fear to tread. Alpha Cortis Reynold, the Black Mamba of Javari Valley, a name whispered with reverence and dread alike. It is said that his teeth are venomous and his heart is colder than the darkest night. The stories tell of his dominance, his hunger for power that rivals that of any wolf in North America. If there’s one soul in the world who would re

Howls of wolves were echoing. The sound of claws slashing intermingling. Making the pack lands of the Capital. Resemble hell. The ground covered in red, from the blood of the pack wolves, hunters and the bloodhounds. With the bloodhounds over powering owing to the advantage of extra ordinary strength and number. Volkan was bleeding from his arms and thighs. Yet his indomitable will , made him retort back more fiercely. His wolf growling and tearing apart the bloodhounds while Daniel was no less.

It was Ryder Blackwood, the enigmatic alpha werewolf of Ravenwood, his expression unreadable as he studied her with intense scrutiny. Ryder Blackwood exuded an aura of raw power and controlled intensity. Standing tall at 6'4", his broad shoulders and muscular build hinted at the formidable strength that lay beneath his calm exterior. His chiseled features were framed by short, dark hair, often tousled as if he had just returned from a midnight run through the woods. Ryder's piercing blue eyes, reminiscent of a clear, icy winter sky, held a depth of emotion and secrets that few could fathom, making his expression perpetually unreadable.

It was already afternoon and the sun was shining bright. “What exactly is at stake, Ryder?” probed Nolan. He had known Ryder to be extremely determined and clear. Ever since the man met Elara, he had been very sincere to her. This wasn’t a secret. But now... Ryder threw a big pile of leaves and twigs over the filling and wiped his sweat on the forehead with his arm. “I am conflicted between my wolf and my human. And while I am figuring it out, I will bash Drake’s skull if he tries to come near her.” He stopped and then added quietly. “Even Dominique’s.”

Ryder takes a menacing step towards me and Ida growls in response to his threat and his move. Ryder’s eyes flash red, the colour of his rogue wolf and he says quietly, “You’re the only flaw in Ramsey’s life and I’ll do anything to make him perfect.” I fold my hands and smile at him, the picture of unbothered. “I’m not scared of you so do your worst. But just know I’ll fight you even when you do your worst.” Ryder’s fist moves so quickly that I don’t see them move. They come down heavily just a few inches beside my head and slam into the wall. The wall cracks and sand flies but I don’t flinch, I hardly move at all. My gaze remains fixed on him.

Sparks flew into the room. The second wolf was faster. The animal tackled Rian. They hit the floor. The rifle skittered across the wood. Rian grabbed the wolf by the throat. He used his strength. He kept the jaws away from his face. The wolf snapped. The teeth sounded like scissors. Rian roared. He drove his thumb into the wolf's eye. The animal howled in pain. Rian used the moment. He reached for his knife. He drove the blade into the wolf's ribs.

I spoke with a flat tone and watched the colour drain from his face and fear take over. “Kill him.” He shouted as he shifted into a muddy coloured brown wolf. One that was no match for my own. I ran straight for him, shifting mid air into Khaos' huge black wolf. One of the other wolves came at me from the side as Jack went in for my throat. Both were nothing, as I kicked my back legs out at the unknown rogue and heard the snapping of bones as I shattered his jaw. Followed by his yelp of pain. Jack, seeing that he wasn't going to get my throat veered left and jumped onto my back, sinking his teeth into my shoulder.