Wolfman Rdr2 Novels & Stories

The cold energy steamed out from him and immediately vanished before their eyes. ""He's indeed a ruthless vampire when he’s mad," Natasha commented as she watched her husband go on his own. "Lady Nat?" Rizal jumped from hearing Natasha's voice from the huge white wolf beside him. "I am but I am not how long I could hold my anger. Keep the twins safe." She sighed since she could feel the burning anger spreading throughout her wolf body. And the more she feels that her control might run off. "Kristina and Sandy were already doing that." Rizal respectfully responded before he bowed to excuse himself and joined the fight.

We were discrete about our questions and made it seem as if we were trying to avoid the place. Just in case the culprits had informants around. We went to a pub close by to shake off a tail if we had any. After spending an hour there, planning our attack, we headed for the place. Everything happened so fast. A werewolf knocked Akio down, and I reached for my gun, ready to shoot. It was trying to bite Akio's throat when I landed the first shot and killed it. Danjuma was in physical combat with his opponent. I turned, and a werewolf knocked me down. Instead of Biting me, it lifted me and punched me with sent me flying across the alley. He came at me with speed but before he could land on me, a

Justin said, “so we can see things more clearly.” Ruby grinned. “Alright, Mr. Wolf, where is your habitat?” *** A gentle breeze blew through the savannah. The grass swayed noisily, buffeted by the fierce battle between the two wolves. In the air, Arkan's fangs went for Ravin's neck. Arkan's yellow orbs flashed in surprise as Ravin rolled his body much more nimbly. The furry, blended paw delivered a deadly kick that knocked out Arkan's molars.

Behind me, Rhydan was still crouched beside Aurenya. One arm around her. The other shifting halfway. Protecting. Always protecting. A second Shadow Wolf rushed him. Rhydan didn’t even stand. He caught it by the throat mid-lunge and slammed it into the ground hard enough to crack bone. The thing snapped wildly. Its jaws too wide. Too many teeth. Draven moved differently. No wasted movement. No panic. Just precision. He stepped around another wolf and drove a blade into its spine with brutal accuracy. It collapsed instantly.

I had warned them. Slowly, right before my eyes, the colossal form shifted back. His werewolf form shifted back, his bones snapping and muscles realigning with terrifying, fluid speed until Ryder stood tall in the downpour. He was unbothered by the freezing rain, his scar-covered chest heaving with murderous adrenaline as water washed dark streams down his skin. His glowing gray eyes locked onto mine for a fraction of a second, checking every inch of my frame before slicing like broadswords toward the two trembling captors left standing.

“And no, it wasn’t Max. He meant to intervene but turns out he didn’t need to. Should I tell you all why? Or do you already know?” “Stop!” My mother strictly said. This is how she sounded when she berated us. Kent’s smile grew further up his cheeks. He looked at me, then came closer to examine me. His dark eyes followed my body, up and down. “Plain. Simple. Nothing extraordinary about her. Nothing like Marianna.” He stopped in front of me, his eyes reading mine. He searched for a few seconds, not sure what he was looking for, but I was being taken by their color. They weren’t fully black. It was almost like they had a hue of red in them. This was the first time I had seen a werewolves—a male

Damian's wolf was a massive, iron-gray beast with a thick, imposing build that could crush opponents with brute force. Rowan Seres Velden of the Stormrider Pack had a striking presence, with stormy blue eyes that seemed to constantly crackle with energy. His windswept blonde hair, slightly unkempt, gave him a wild appearance, while his calm demeanor contrasted the turbulent forces he commanded. The Stormrider Pack was known for their command over weather and storm elements, and Rowan's wolf, a silver-coated beast with glowing blue eyes, reflected the power of the skies-swift and unpredictable as lightning.

Draven said, proud of his mate’s bravery. “I'll take the second eye when I see that bastard,” Draven declared, waiting for midnight to strike, as they sneaked in through a tunnel Tarin had sniffed out. Draven was merciless in his attacks, his claws striking and breaking each wolf guard. neck he encountered. The Red Dawn received no mercy, for he viewed them as threats who had harmed Myra. The three males launched stealthy attacks as they reached the west wing of the Red Dawn's fort, entering the alpha's room, where they heard echoes from an adjoining room that was filled with steam.

Ryan cursed before he can kill any of them, he had to take down those damn darts. He looked at the rogues and counted five of them wielding the guns, the others only held dagger or a switchblade. Ryan launched himself at them, One of them was able to get three more shots at him. Ryan staggered from the number of drugs being pumped into him. His wolf was almost gone, he heard a new hussle on the other side to find Aiden had jumped into the fray and was engaging the councilmen. He knew it won't be long before Luka and Amanda will be overpowered by Edgar. He was fighting a losing battle, and when he saw Aiden cornered, he was awash with hatred and let his wolf out. Ryker went berserk. He roared

“But the black wolf doesn’t like that.” Zane’s voice slithers through the cave entrance. “Smart pup.” Ryland shifts, his wolf form blocking the exit. “Stay behind me.” You don’t argue. --- Zane stands framed by moonlight, his claws dripping venom. “Hand over the dagger, and I’ll make it quick.” Ryland lunges. They collide, a whirlwind of fangs and fury. You shove the twins deeper into the cave, the dagger’s hilt biting into your palm.