Wolfman Rdr2 Novels & Stories

The training grounds were bustling with activity. Boots hit earth, steel smashed against steel, and the air was heavy with the pungent smell of wolf and perspiration. Standing in the middle of it all, Rylan Wolfe corrected stances, gave commands, and exerted more effort than normal on his troops. more difficult than is necessary. "Again," he angrily said. With deadly efficiency, Rylan disarmed the pack warrior across from him, sending the sword spiraling onto the ground before he could even raise his guard. The warrior gasped,

Another rogue came at me, but before it could reach me, Alex tackled it to the ground, his jaws snapping dangerously close to its throat. Behind you! my wolf warned. I spun just in time to see a massive rogue charging at me. Its sheer size was intimidating, but I didn’t back down. I crouched, ready to strike, when another blur of motion intercepted it. Ryder. His massive wolf form collided with the rogue, the force of the impact sending them both tumbling. Ryder’s growl was thunderous as he tore into the rogue, his movements precise and deadly. For a moment, I froze, watching him. His presence was a double-edged sword—relief mingled with the raw pain of betrayal.

"We will be sending out small parties to the human world to retrieve girls sold to humans. Those humans will be executed with guns, I will hire out specialists for those missions as our people do not use firearms. However, we will want wolves with them in support roles. Our young women will be scared as they have been abused, and we will need to be gentle with them. Having wolves in support roles will help the girls understand that they are being rescued and not stolen to be trafficked again. Red Dawn has financially committed to support these operations with what we need to be successful." "Kane and Lucien will be contacting packs that have purchased women and requesting they are returned.

Ryder sat down beside me, but he kept some distance between us as if he didn't want to touch me. Ryder looked at me for a while after I had sat down. He was contemplating whether to tell me or not, because he was flexing his finger. "For everything in this world," Ryder started. His voice was calm, but a bit shaky. "There is something opposite or equal to it," he said. He flexed his wrist and rested his hands on his thigh. "I don't get it," I said to him. Ryder sighed and looked at me. "Max has the Rival wolf," his tone sounded irritated.

With an unnatural speed, Drako stood up and pulled Ryder away, slamming his body into the stone wall. Ryder hit the floor and slid to the ground. His wolf took over, charging towards Drako in fury. Drako shifted, turning into a monster as he collided with Ryder. Their claws scratching, their jaws snapping as the sound of growling and snarling filled the air. They tussled with each other, and I watched helplessly. Drako pulled away triumphantly, turning his attention towards me as Ryder’s wolf lay curled up, whimpering in pain. Fear gripped me as he walked menacing towards me. But the sight of Ryder wilting in pain drove me over the edge. I threw my head back and screamed till my lungs gave o

I asked curiously and he furrowed his brow and looked perplexed at me, then his eyes widened. "How is Luna, I'm sure she is devastated by the loss of her child," he said worriedly. I heard wolf howls fill the air and my ears perked up. Rogues began yelling loudly and scrambling about. I tried to see what was going on and I saw two huge wolves. One black with white tips and the other all white and enormous wolf with glowing gold eyes. Lennex, our children are here, our two boys are all grown, I sent it to my mate and saw him lift his head to watch our boys. Mystrel sniffed the air and turned to me. A rogue vampire jumped on Remus and buried a knife to the hilt into his side and I watched Myst

My off-road vehicle tore across the border line, but I didn't head toward the bustling human cities. Instead, I turned the wheel toward the one place every werewolf feared to tread: Death Valley. There, I found them. A pack of Rogues, cast out and exiled by their former tribes. They were a sorry sight—missing legs, blinded eyes, dressed in rags that barely clung to their emaciated frames. Their eyes held nothing but hollow despair. In my last life, I wasted my White Wolf gifts playing the dutiful housewife, cooking soup for two ungrateful Alphas.

I replied to him but as soon as I spelled the name ‘Paul’, I gasped. “What happened? What is it?” Karien inquired as he saw me gasped all of sudden. I looked at him and asked, “Do you remember what was the shade of the wolf fur, and how big was he?” “He had slightly golden brown, white-colored mix fur and not so big as I saw a werewolf in movies. I don’t think he was a strong wolf but he was there attacking those two guys before I got there and he ran off as soon as he saw me” He said recollecting the memories of last night.

Her sky-blue eyes drilled holes behind Hakan’s head, flashing the three muscular men a smirk whenever their eyes would wander over to where she was. “Then, I’ll be leaving Richard in charge while I go out to the city. Check the borders, I’ve been hearing talks about rogue wolves roaming around the forest from our hunters.” The man called Richard stepped up before bowing his head, as he received orders from his alpha. The three burly men left immediately when Hakan dismissed the group, turning around to face Skye with her arms crossed and looking bored.

Rhaedon rolled, shaking it off, but Draven seized the moment, lunging at him with renewed fury. Fangs sank into Rhaedon's neck, drawing a guttural snarl from the russet wolf. Claws raked his belly, opening shallow wounds. Rhaedon fought back, jaws clamping on Draven's leg, crunching bone, but the rogue held on, shaking his head to tear deeper.