Wolfwood X Vash Novels & Stories

River answers didn't happen to me, I just remember the pain and then blacking out. "I never felt as free as I did when I went wolf, I don't remember what my colour was, I should have looked at my paws," Kyler whines, they went wolf and were conscious are they lying? "Yeah me neither, I didn't think of it," River answers him with a shrug before turning to me. "Who got your wolf to come out?" River asks me. "Uhh...alpha Rowan I think," I answer him, he sweet-talked my wolf, and things went dark before I went wolf, I can't remember shit.

Maxim immediately turned and locked our eyes, again pressure, but this time anger began to appear in me, trying not to betray my feelings, she asked: “Maybe you’ll ask your question already, alpha, and won’t you press me to the ground with your strength?” he chuckled. - At first I thought you were drinking a decoction or infusion. I honestly don't know much about these things, but now...Vallia are you wearing an artifact? At these words, I was alarmed: - Why do you think so? - For a werewolf with a more sensitive sense of smell, this will be obvious. - Smell? I don't understand.

THE CAGE. The battle in the ravine was over in minutes. It wasn’t a fight; it was an eradication. The vampire strike team, caught between my father’s wrath and the rock walls, had no chance. The snow was stained not with wolf blood, but with dark, ash-filled puddles where vampires had fallen. Silence fell, broken only by the heavy panting of wolves and the soft moans of our wounded. Jax was being tended to, a deep gash in his shoulder. Fenna was bruised but standing.

Blake made a horrible howling noise, something trapped between human and wolf, and lunged for the Colonel. The Colonel dodged the wolf-man with more dexterity than Chloe would have given him credit for, but with one smooth motion of his clawed hand, Blake sent the Colonel flying across the lab. Bronn landed with a heavy thud against the wall, sliding down like he was made of spaghetti and landing in a crumpled heap on the floor. Blake took a step toward the wall, ready to finish off his sister's attacker, but his body wasn't strong enough. He stumbled to the floor, his claws clattering on the white cement.

She was so injured that I was surprised she hadn’t shifted back into her human form yet—her fur matted with blood and deep cuts along her face. I was running over to help Luke when that wolf dodged Luke’s attack, throwing him back, and went straight for Jasmine, pushing her over and snapping one of her back legs against a rock, a clean break. We watched in horror as her howl turned into a shriek as she finally shifted into her human form. Anguish ignited within me at the sound. All I could see was red as both Luke and I leaped on him. Luke went for his head, and I went for his spine as we completely annihilated him, Luke beheading him and me pulling his vertebrae out of his body with my claw

Vance stood nearby, his expression twisted with a mix of amusement and malice. The forest became a battleground once more as I lunged at Vance, determined to retaliate. Our clash was fierce, the sounds of snarls and growls blending with the rustling leaves. Vance wielded the spike with deadly precision, each strike calculated to exploit my vulnerabilities. Despite my resilience, Vance's strength and agility proved overwhelming. Blow after blow landed, and I felt the sting of wounds all over my body. The forest echoed with the brutal rhythm of our struggle. I fought with everything I had, but Vance's laughter echoed, taunting my efforts. The corrupted wolves circled, their eyes gleaming with

You do not need to see this. "No. I am staying." My voice is steadier than I feel. "She threatened me. I deserve to know what she knows." Pride flashes across his face. Then it is gone. Replaced by cold fury. He turns back to Vanessa. "Last chance. Talk or I start removing fingers." His claw hovers over her hand. "Your choice." "Fine. Fine." Vanessa's bravado cracks. "Asher is at the old Riverside warehouse. That is where he is coordinating everything from. He has maybe thirty wolves with him. All loyal. All willing to die for his cause."

I'd seen it in a book somewhere. Then his teeth flashed and I clocked it. A Dvergar. No question. Craft-blood practically oozed off him. He had an impish smile — all small teeth and delight, no caution at all. He talked with his hands, fast, animated. I stared. Vasska returned to my side, voice dropping into a low mutter. “Yasha Fenvari. The fox-blood.” Now I knew her last name but Vasska didn’t sound too pleased.

“I thought you were cutting back.” “I thought you were over her,” Vash said. “Seems like we both lied.” I winced. “Do you think it was enough?” Vash took a long drag. “I think if he’s that attached to her as a blood source… it was more than enough, and we should all be ready. I asked for more silver. Do you still feel him?” I shook my head. “Not exactly.” She nodded and took another drag. “What are you going to tell the chaplain about it?”

Ashish barked with a growl. Her head snapped up and her hair clung to her tear-streaked face. "In the year of the lunar moon!” she sobbed out. I gasped. That was it! “You liar. All the wolves born in the year of the lunar moon are dead.” Ashish leaned closer, breathing hard. He pulled a small vial from his pocket and let a drop of dark liquid fall onto her wound. Wolfsbane. The hiss of her flesh burning filled the room, followed by another scream.