Wolfman Rdr2 Novels & Stories

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.

The red wolf jumps in a second later and takes her down. My eyes are refocused and though I feel something warm dripping down the back of my shirt I push on. Using the huge boulder behind me I push up and continue to defend our wolves from vamps and witches. The red wolf comes into vision over and over as it takes out everything I send stumbling. We find a rhythm and before I know it we’re seeing far fewer bad guys come through the hole. We might just be able to pull this off.

Ash and soot clung to him as though he had walked through fire and survived and his boots struck the stones with a weight that made even seasoned warriors bristle. Malrik Draikos. His eyes like molten fire flecked with shadows and gold intricates scanned the assembled wolves. His presence wasn’t just physical; it pressed against them, a low hum in their bones, the kind that made instincts scream danger. Raven felt it first. Her heart pounded as her wolf didn’t recoil, didn’t snarl. Instead, it shivered… as if recognizing something older, something primal, something it had no language for. Axel stepped forward, his leather jacket still damp from the rain.

"Northern wolves fight brutally. All strength and aggression. Eastern wolves use more magic. Spells integrated with combat. Southern wolves are strategic. Defensive. Waiting for openings." "And Coastal wolves?" "Adaptable. They use whatever works. No pride about it. Just effectiveness." The Northern wolves finish their match. One submits. Both are bloody but alive. The crowd roars approval. "Next fight!" someone announces. "Ryder Kane versus Marcus Vane!" I freeze. "Ryder's fighting?" "Yeah. He comes here regularly. Works off stress. Tests himself." Ryder enters the ring. I've never seen him like this. Shirtless. All muscle and scars.

It gave us the advantage. “ATTACK!” Wyatt said and took off to help his warriors. I have been feeling each death that was happening around the U.S. The numbers were staggering but I tried to stay focused to watch Raven take down Devin. She stalked him like a lion does his prey. Devin shifted into his wolf that was smaller than Raven but was thick with muscle. I felt Raven bring the electricity to the surface and my whole body was sending off little blue sparks as she walked to him. It caused him to pause for a second and look at them before he decided it was not anything to be concerned about.

Beta Damon continues, raising his voice, “shift!” Without hesitation, bones crack and reshape. Clothes tear. Muscles expand violently. Two massive wolves stand in the center of the platform. River’s wolf is large, dark-furred with streaks of silver. But Rylan’s— Rylan’s wolf is enormous. Broader. More muscular. His fur is a deep charcoal mixed with streaks of midnight blue that shimmer under the sun. His golden eyes glow fiercely. Gasps ripple through the crowd. Many have never seen his wolf before.

Chapter 20 Riven hit the rival wolf like a landslide. There was no warning snarl, no wasted motion. One moment the foreign wolf was reaching for me again; the next Riven’s full weight drove him sideways into the den wall hard enough that the wood cracked. The impact was sickening and final. The rival tried to twist free, claws flashing, but Riven already had him by the throat and the injured arm I had stabbed. Bone snapped under the Alpha’s grip. The wolf’s scream cut short when Riven slammed him down and ended it with a single, efficient motion.

A red stone appeared in the center of the decoration. "Now you're part of the pack," Mikhail's voice snapped me out of my trance. “A black alloy of metals, as a symbol of black wolves, and a red stone is a symbol of the fire inside you,” he explained, pointing to his own, exactly the same pendant around his neck. Am I part of the pack now? Part of the family ... It seemed that tears were pouring down my cheeks ... It didn’t seem, but it was so ... I laughed stupidly, rubbing them over my face, and they kept flowing and flowing without stopping ...

he observed. "Shall we wait for Alexander to arrive so he can assist you?" Melo sneered but Mell their another friend chose to ignore him. He slammed the jackhammer he was carrying into the tombstone so hard it began to crack, the surface spider-webbing like shattered glass. He repeated the process for about three times until the surface of the tombstone turned into shards of pieces. He kicked at the pile of debris before his feet, revealing the hidden door. The group behind him smiled as they finally saw the secret hidden door beneath the city. The White Wolf's Clan carefully kept this alternative door for years but now, it had come to an end.