Novel & Cerita Wolfsong Series

He produced croaking sounds with an admixture of coughing and snorted contentedly. "No," Leo broke the silence. “I never would have thought that you would chicken out in front of a human girl, Ar.” Once again, he teased him. “Hmmm, you’ll have to do it yourself… You remember the words of the ceremony, don’t you?” Does the phrase “Right of the wolf” suggest an idea? turned to Leela. — Wolves? Wolves…” she glanced at the dog moving impatiently from paw to paw. - Werewolves, right? she exclaimed, but she herself did not believe in the spoken words.

His wolf couldn't resist the touches of their Alphas. Drift ran his tongue between the grooves of Phoenix's stomach muscles. His hands were running up and down the outside of his thighs. He pulled them in and pushed at the back of his knees, raising his legs up and out. He brought his mouth to his balls and sucked both of them in. It felt incredible as he sucked and used his lips to pull them gently from the body. Phoenix felt his tail wiggling about in excitement. Thrift moved away from his chest to go join Drift and he couldn't resist using his tongue once Drift moved away to give him a full view of Phoenix's hole. Thrift used his extra-long wolf's tongue to begin licking around his hole.

Every motion, every glance, reflected anticipation. Music filled the air, a complex tapestry of drumming, flutes, and stringed instruments. The rhythm was steady, strong, and alive, echoing the heartbeat of the pack itself. Some of the younger wolves danced with uncoordinated spins and leaps, their bright yips punctuating the music, while the older ones guided them, shaping their movements into a semblance of ceremonial grace. Selene watched, her wolf stirring beneath her skin, coiling with quiet excitement at the sight.

He opened his mouth, and from the very depths of his tiny chest, he unleashed a sound that shattered the festive atmosphere of the entire town square. It was a deep, terrifying, double-toned sonic vibration. It wasn't a standard pup whine, and it wasn't a common timber-wolf bark. It was the legendary "Wolfe-style" royal growl—a unique, anatomical vocal resonance that could only be produced by the thickened vocal cords of the direct, pure-blooded heirs of the Supreme Alpha lineage. It sounded like a rolling thunderstorm mixed with the snapping of heavy iron chains.

Now. Calling the moonfire was like opening my chest to the sky. I raised my hands, and the heavens responded. Silver flames burst from my skin, circling me in a radiant storm. My feet lifted from the earth. My hair turned white. My voice, when I spoke, was not just mine. “I am Wolfsong, daughter of the Blood Moon. I am the heir of Inadu, the breaker of the veil. And I banish you!” The witches screamed as the light struck them. One by one, they burst into ash, their bodies unable to withstand pure moonfire. But Ama—

I slowly sat down on the ground even though it was hard. The black wolf attacked Reginald, he move backward to avoid the attacked, they’re running from the distance and for an instance Reginald attacked the black wolf using his talons from his paws. Uncounted attacked that he made and he bite the enemy to the neck. Wanted to get rid of the black wolf from him but Reginald was stronger he didn't give the enemy a chance to retaliate until the black wolf gradually lost consciousness and the black wolf bathing on his own blood to the ground. It looks like his head will be detached to his neck.

he answered, expression serious. She wanted to ask about Victor again, but moved on to the mention of a rogue wolf instead, "Wait, another wolf? Meaning more than one?" "Yes. I'm guessing you don't watch the news?" She shook her head slowly in response. Gil sighed, putting a hand through his hair, "There have been an increasing number of rogues lately. It's odd and... worrying. At first, they were in random locations outside of New York City, but they've gradually made their way here." he explained, gaze distant.

XANDER POV After we killed all the small pack wolfs , we cleaned up and we did not get attack it's been 3 days now. while discussing with Black, my father and some warriors, a warrior come running saying a group off wolfs were spotted within the pack heading to the pack hall. When followed in they disappear into thin air, Dean said that the wolfs are those loyal to Zion and have been since day one. We went outside to check what they were doing and it looked the same as before.

Another roar rumbled the Earth but this time it was not what sucked the life out of me. The men in front of my eyes had turned into monsters. Unnatural and terrifying big wolves. Not wolves... these wolves stood up like humans. "Oh, my Lord! Make it a delusion." I mumbled as my wits left me. The monster-cum-Jordan eyes fell on me when I tried to make an attempt at life. He snatched me up by the waist in his claws. "God, let it be a dream! Please!" I took a breath in to shout my heart out as my last ditch effort before death when another scream breached the cruel forest.

It was the only way I knew how to protect him. He was the last thread tethering me to the world. If I let him get too close, I might snap and drag him into my darkness. I thought, eventually, he’d stop trying, but he didn’t. Even after months, even after seasons changed and the cold crept into my bones, Zevarion still came, always alone with something useful. Always with hope. During the full moons, my wolf would rise and hunt. She rarely spared rogues who wandered too close. The main pack knew this, they avoided the borders during the lunar peaks.