Wolves 2014 Full Movie Novels & Stories

A number of the wolves had yellow eyes that moved in the dark beyond. The air stank of wet fur and iron, and under it was a sharp and chemical scent that did not belong to any living thing. Bram held the line at the edge, his voice sounded scraped as he ordered the archers up and the shields locked. "Front rank, brace! Second rank, spears! Do not let them through the gap!" A section of the gate buckled inward with a scream of metal. Three mutated wolves forced the opening. Seeing that, Sarlen could no longer stay in the back. He went straight into the gap, his hybrid strength meeting the first beast head-on. Claws met claws. The impact shook the stone and dust into the air.

“Now.” But it was too late. A growl came from the trees. Then another. Then ten more. Eyes glowed in the dark. Dozens of them. Rogue wolves. Huge. Scarred. Foaming at the mouth. Lycan stepped forward. “This is your only chance. Leave. Or die.” The rogues didn’t speak. They charged. **Rosa’s POV** The fight was chaotic. Snarls. Blood. Claws. I sliced one rogue’s throat, then ducked as another leapt over me.

From the open window above, Diana's terrified gaze locked onto the chaotic scene below, her eyes frozen on the two black wolves as they tore at each other with savage intensity, their growls and snarls echoing up to her window like the very embodiment of nightmares. Her scream caught in her throat as she watched, paralyzed with fear. The wolves’ jaws locked, teeth bared in snarling snouts. One wrong move could be fatal. Then, just as she thought she’d seen the worst, one wolf’s eyes locked onto hers, blazing red, ancient and merciless. Not just terrifying, but inhuman and yet, horribly familiar.

The noise echoed through the room. Charlotte didn't look back, and instead kept walking, her steps heavy with frustration. The door continued to shake from the impact, adding to the noise and making her exit even more dramatic. Trent stood tiredly in front of the bathroom mirror, his hand resting on the countertop as he splashed water onto his face. The tiny traces of blood that clung to his fingers were washed away as he rubbed his hands together under the running water. As he looked up at his reflection in the mirror, he could see the bags under his eyes and the exhaustion etched onto his face. He rubbed his forehead, feeling the throbbing pain of his hangover.

Whitmore Pack. 8 p.m. "Lena, run!" Her Mother's voice cut through the chaotic night, raw with urgency. "Run and don't look back! That's my last command as your mother." Luna Lilly pushed her daughter with every ounce of strength left inside her, but Lena was too weak to move, too emotionally drained to even hear her mother's words. Hot tears streamed down her face as she watched the huge wolves ripped down her people, their claws connecting brutally to their bodies, their fangs tearing them apart like they weren't of the same kind—like they were a prey to be killed and devoured.

I had to tell Cole. Cole was our Alpha and he would know exactly what to do with this information. What my brother and the other wolves dont know is that our pack has been under attck by witches using black magic. Dead wolves have been found around the territory with their hearts ripped out and turned to sludge. Weird symbols were carved into their bodies.

Moon closed his eyes to block the tears in his eyes from falling. "Kurgi and I were hunted for a couple hundred years before meeting up with Anatashi and her pack. She invited us in with arms wide open. We stayed and life settled down for us. Not too long after, at least for us, maybe a couple centuries later, we started hearing rumors of another wolf foolishly challenging Nature. The Dark Alpha of Sakura," he looked Rex dead in the eyes, not allowing him to look away, he continued speaking,

“So, he’s super fast and super strong?” “Why is that shocking? Aren’t our vampires super fast and strong?” “Yes, but not as strong as the wolves.” “Well, this series doesn’t get wolves until the second movie.” “There’s wolves?!” “Yeah, there’s a pack in the local native American tribe.” “Pack? That’s archaic.” “It’s a story, Max,” I finally huffed. “Can you just watch?” Maximus grumbled and dropped my hand to cross his arms over his chest. He did not seem to be enjoying Twilight. I, honestly, didn’t blame him. This movie was seemingly glorifying the worst part of our lives at the moment. And badly.

Luciano jumps to cover Keirah, his gun aimed at them, and they both watch as the Black-furred wolf takes control and hits the two new ones with so much force and pulls all the dead fours away into the deep forests. Luciano and Keirah are left frozen on the ground as they watch the scene uncovering in front of their eyes. As soon as no more noises are heard. Luciano tries to help Keirah to move away from the wolves' scene, and Keirah shouts aloud. “Let go of me,” she untangles herself from Luciano, who is helping her out of the scene. “What are you doing?” Luciano stands still as he mirrors his eyes on her. “I don't want to go with you?” She speaks to him stubbornly.

Their cries pierced the air, each wail twisting a knife deeper into my chest. “Thanos!” I screamed, my voice raw and trembling with fury. “Give me back my pups!” My bare feet pounded against the earth as I ran faster, closing the distance. Thanos didn’t stop. His stride was steady, deliberate, as if my desperate cries meant nothing. The two wolves trailing behind him turned at the sound of my voice, their crimson eyes locking onto me. Their growls echoed through the woods, low and menacing. Their sharp teeth snapped together, the sound chilling in the stillness.