Wolfman Rdr2 Novels & Stories

The brown wolf taking advantage of my predicament to fight lunged at me without hesitation. Suddenly, Darren’s mighty raven wolf sped by my side and with one closing of his strong jaw, ripped out the throat of the brown wolf. The opponent had only focused on me, noticing my rank and had tuned out the chaos around him, so he didn’t expect Darren to enter from his left. Blood gushed all over me, and I wiped the warm scarlet liquid from my face. Darren made a whining noise at me, to confirm that I was okay.

They were able to infiltrate the Hotel within minutes. Helicent was the first inside, shooting Vampire after Vampire with a shotgun loaded with ultraviolet. Lyall followed just behind her. They might not adore each other, but they are mated. And Lyall couldn’t help but protect Helicent with his life, she is despite everything, his Wolf Tamer.

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.

Like his hands, his fingers twitched uncontrollably, as if he were interrupting an attempt at gesturing. “I heard,” Reed corrected him. “And if it really was a wolf, and not the frightened imagination of the girl, then the wolf passed by and did not leave a single trace. By the way, about this... “Reed, we’re ready,” Derek appeared from around the corner of the building, carrying a bag of rations that they took with them for duty around the territory.

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.

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.

It locked eyes with the dark brown wolf. Mallory tried moving out of the way but the dark brown wolf snapped at her, keeping her in the area between the two wolves. The dark red wolf backed up and went to lunge. Mallory found herself ducking and the wolf went over her head. It landed in front of Mallory letting out a loud growl and lunged for the dark brown wolf. At the last second Mallory noticed the dark red wolf’s eyes glowing red with an amber ring and knew they were from Red Woods. She was torn between staying with the wolf and continuing her journey for help. If Red Woods were close by she had to let them know what was happening. She took off running.