Wolfman Rdr2 Novels & Stories

The wolf roared angrily at Linda, thrust its claws into her chest and growled menacingly, baring its sharp teeth. “Enough, stop!” snapped Aryadi, in an instant he turned into a black wolf and pounced back at the red wolf. Linda got up again with black blood seeping between the fronts of her clothes. As she was about to attack for the umpteenth time, the remaining witches finally stopped the vampire woman's actions with magic like a few minutes ago, as well as wolf-shifter Aryadi. Rokan Allegro took a deep breath, pushing out the wood and marble shards on his back with his strength until they fell. “Take them both to the prison ward,” he muttered, enduring the pain in his body.

A large red wolf stood in front of Rodrigo. Any normal person would have retreated in fear, but Rodrigo let out a growl and charged towards him. As they fought, clips of the nightmares he had revolved in his head, but he blinked at intervals, trying to push them off. It was just a dream, and he would defeat and kill Ryland. It was never going to be the other way. Rodrigo grazed his teeth on Ryland's neck, but he wasn't quick enough as Ryland sent him flying to a trunk.

The red wolf almost had Cortina’s struggling body in the trees. Just then, the savage howls of my mates sent hope coursing through me. The ground began to shake with the pounding of paws as the coming reinforcements drew near. Just as Cortina was being dragged over the rough brush of the outlining forest, two large Alpha wolves, one black and the other dark gray, appeared. Rome tackled the red wolf, jerking him off me and to the ground. Ivar stood over my body protectively until Cortina let him know she was alright, and then Ivar went to help his brother.

We could hear the crowd at the Wildcat Stadium going wild from here. “Your mate’s basking in the glory, huh?” Ryder grumbled. “He’s doing his job.” I know they would be here if they could. “Never mind. I have a wolf with the world’s deadliest venom. That should be good enough.” I swallowed a lump that mysteriously formed in my throat. I didn’t think I’d have to kill someone tonight. “Let’s go,” Ryder said. He stripped out of his shirt and dumped it by the car. We followed a narrow trail up the mountain. I opened my scenes to search for anything out of the ordinary.

“Rydan, you don’t understand the situation—” “Oh, I understand perfectly,” Rydan interrupted. His voice echoed across the hall. “You chained the only wolf in this region who has actually defeated the beast.” The words hung in the air like thunder. Several of the wolves shifted uncomfortably. Rydan looked back at me. “You fought it twice.” It was not a question. I nodded slowly. “Yes, but three times.” Selene folded her arms. “Luck.” Rydan turned to her with a glare sharp enough to cut stone.

His blood boiled for retribution, allowing no room for diversion or restraint. Meanwhile, Drax lay in the throes of indulgence, ensconced in the comforts of his bed, flanked by two companions. Their moment of pleasure was shattered by frantic knocks and commotion outside. Drax, alarmed, donned his navy-blue robe and peered out the window, his brow furrowed at the sight of his fallen men. Before he could utter a word, his door burst open, revealing the formidable black wolf.

The beasts lunged. Ryder moved first. He leapt toward the nearest wolf, slicing across its glowing neck. Instead of flesh, his blade tore through light, sending a spray of shimmering sparks into the air. The wolf staggered, its energy flickering. Ryder followed with a second strike, driving it back toward the treeline.

Abruptly, the starry night sky is no longer filled with song; it wis filled with the screams of men and women as Alpha Rivera leads his warriors from the trees down into the valley. The air is thick with panic and fear, and Alpha McGowen desperately tries to organise his warriors and mount a defence, but it was no use. Dozens of Redwood’s in both wolf and human form are taken down before they even know what hit them and the rest are slow to shift due to the alcohol.

"You'll lose." "Maybe." I turned to face him. "But I'd rather lose fighting than win by surrendering." Rylan studied me for a long moment. Then he did something unexpected. He smiled. "You really have changed." He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small leather pouch. "Take this." I opened it. Inside was a pinch of dark red powder that smelled of iron and moonlight. "What is it?" "Bloodroot. Crushed from a plant that grows only in the Unclaimed Range. A pinch in your system, and your wolf will run hotter, faster, stronger. For about an hour."

The man's back hit the wall. "Never touch what is mine," Rolph growled and then placed his hand on the man's forehead. "Decrusto." A high-pitched scream filled the room as the man's body turned to ash until there was nothing left but a pile of ash on the floor. Rolph smirked and then turned to face everyone and pointed right at me. "No one touches her but me! Got it?" "Aye!" the other man yelled as the two wolves lay on the floor near my feet.