Wolfwood X Vash Novels & Stories

I got snatched by rogues once. They bled me dry, tore me apart, left me barely breathing. I was moments from being dragged into the Black Forest when Bloodmoon's patrol found me. The wolf leading them was sharp, commanding—everything a hero should be. My eyes were damaged. I could only make out his silhouette. He cut down the rogues holding me. Pulled me from the silver cage. Then more rogues swarmed in. Outnumbered, he fought through them anyway, dragging me with him.

Especially after he attacked Vanessa in anger at her comment. “Stop it!” Griffon cried, shoving his ash-colored friend away from the cowering Vanessa as her group of ‘friends’ gathered around her. She whimpered in fake despair as her group herded her away from the growling ashen wolf. “Enough!” The Beta cried and all chaos died instantly.

“Why not? It’s true.” Vixxen took off his clothes before shifting right in front of me. He could have just warned me. His sleek, dark-furred wolf was way bigger than me, his golden eyes glowing in the afternoon. He really is handsome. I reached out hesitantly, my fingers grazing his thick fur. His wolf huffed, nudging my arm before shifting back. “Satisfied?’ I nodded. “Very.” “Good. Now stop distracting me a let’s get ready to spar.”

I told him as I bit him until he died and turned into ash. Since the situation had calmed down, I rushed to check into Anastasia's tent myself. Hugo was fighting 5 middle-class vampires and 3 high-class vampires in his wolf form. His wolf, Erik, was a huge red wolf with brown eyes. Although Erik wasn't as big as Axel, it was capable of tearing 4 middle-class vampires apart easily.

My voice cracked over the field hard enough that wolves still close enough to hear lifted their heads through panic. “Stop wasting steel on the scaled backs!” One of the younger warriors, Vandwood, maybe nineteen, barely a real beard under the blood on his face, had been hacking uselessly at the upper spine of a Vaelcryn while the thing worried at another man’s leg. I reached them in three strides, drove my shoulder into the younger wolf hard enough to knock him off line, and buried my blade through the soft point beneath the creature’s ear. It convulsed. I tore the blade free.

But to her despair, the two men who once held her in the palm of their hands didn't even spare her a glance. Alexander panted heavily, wiping blood from his lip. He glanced coldly at the red pool on the floor. "If it's gone, it's gone. It didn't have the White Wolf bloodline anyway. It would have just been another waste of space." Lucas was even colder. He picked the dirty venison up off the floor and shoved it into his mouth, dust and all. "Exactly. Once we get Ivy back, we can have as many powerful heirs as we want. We don't need the spawn of a liar."

” Vandel said as he and Golith layed still on the roof top, maimed from their previous injurs. “Hey Mary.” Golith uttered.” I can go for that drink now,.” All baces of suddlty and passiveness gone, Scott rampaged at Sardonyx both in their feral forms. The female vampwolf shot a sonic scream as her brother made his way to strike. But the vengeful folklore leaped over her savage attack landing behind her. Scott slashed his claw against her back, crusting her to wail in agony. Sardonyx lashed back with pink lighting coursing through her talons.

the humans becoming wolves. Another moment and their growls were loud as they attacked at each other. Pidge was getting anxious yet scared. It was all scary. As she watched, the white wolf pounced on the black one. After a few minutes of biting and clawing each other when the black wolf fell on the ground, the white walked three steps and turned into a human. "Just because the Dasher men arent here...doesn't mean we are weak. You can still tell this by the amount of energy I have..." Vlora spoke licking the blood off her hands.

Asher responded with a snarl, his massive form charging forward with terrifying speed. They collided. The force of the impact sent shockwaves through the air, cracking the earth beneath them. Trees groaned in protest as if the forest itself was about to shatter. Seraphina’s white wolf lashed out, her claws raking across Asher’s black fur, but he countered with his own swipe, his claws tearing into her side. They rolled, their massive bodies colliding in a blur of white and black, their power sending ripples of energy through the very ground beneath them.

The armies kept trying and when they were not able to make a scratch at the two beasts, they decided to retreat, but they could not as Iron was already alive, and he was standing by the road, where stood as the only road they were supposed to pass, he stood and forceful pulled out the last arrow by his chest, and just as said by the priest, the arrow wounded his heart, and that turned around and made him love violent always. He was more than a werewolf his eyes were blazing like fire, the little girl now a dragon, had wing, she must have been a dragon before, and many that went toward the exit were burnt by the fire, the warriors tried all they could, but their strength was not enough, and j