Wolves Dragons Novels & Stories

Xylon saw the surprised looks at mention of a Dire Wolf. "One day he came to me with an amazing discovery. He said that Werewolves could possibly carry a dormant Dire Wolf gene that, if turned on, could make our present day species bigger, stronger, more able to survive with humans in a changing world. I let him continue his research, thinking he was looking to the future of our kind. I was wrong. I should have stopped it immediately." He heard the muttering of agreement from the group.

"What's that?" "What's what? Oh, the wolf?"

Apparently they had abandoned their tickling war and moved on to a much more serious discussion. “No,” Kane whispered dramatically. “Dragons cannot beat wolves.” Selena gasped loudly. “They breathe fire!” “But wolves have claws.” “Fire!” “Claws!” “Fire-claws?” Selena suddenly suggested. Silence followed. Kane blinked. “...that's actually cool.”

Taking my finger I gently wipe her tears away, and softly kiss her forehead. “Shortly after we finished burning the remaining building the wolves finally showed up. I demanded the release of Elizabeth, and he had the nerve to tell me I was insane. They think we started the war, but we were all there we seen them kill our king. He stopped and taunted me before I fell unconscious. I felt all the pain and grief charging to the front when he kept denying his part. So I charged at him, however his father jumped in front of him instead. As he lay there dying the wolves shifted and attacked us. So we fought back. There were so many of them. Both sides had casualties, but us dragons lost more. I ref

The car journey wasn't as awkward after that, the Second in Command had introduced himself as Sam with Torey telling me that the other four wolves were pack warriors who were following close behind in two cars. Luara began to shuffle in her car seat, she was getting restless from being bored. I leaned down, grabbing her coloring book from her bag, passing it to her along with some coloring pencils. She started to draw two wolves on the blank piece of paper while forcing Elijah to hold her pencils. Elijah watched on as she began coloring them in, his eyes concentrating on every movement. "You got names for the two wolves you're drawing?" Luara nodded eagerly, pointing to her drawings. "This o

Octavius says, and my heart soars as I lay my head on his chest. He begins to run, and I close my eyes. My ears pick up on growls and whines, but I don't look around. I already knew the wolves were out here fighting because the green dragon reported it to Dagahra, but I don't want to see it. I don't want to know if Jannah or Garrett have been hurt. "Are they okay," I whisper, and Octavius is quiet for a minute before answering. "We have lost two wolves. The dragons aren't much of a match for us, but if they pair up to blast a wolf with fire, it has proven to be deadly," Octavius says softly, and my heart stutters in my chest.

Alyx glanced at the men surrounding his dinner table. The wolves had shown up unexpectedly. They wanted to talk to him about giving them back the river territory, but he’d already assured the Dragos it was theirs. The Dragos were the dragon species inhabiting the south central part of the planet which bordered with the Ice Mountains. “Brecc and Eros,” Alyx sighed. “I can’t give you the White River.” The Alpha and Omega glanced at each other. Used to getting their way, they didn’t understand what his issue was with returning their river.

Haldor asks with real interest. “Yes. Why does it matter?” “Where I come from we call that a dragon aura.” “So Bryce is a dragon now?” I ask, finding it impossible to hide the disbelief in my voice. “No. Dragons are myth, you majesty,” Haldor says and gives me a weird look. “But the dragon aura belongs to wolves who are… of unknown origin and usually part of the ancient bloodlines. The first wolves. They are known for their unspeakable evil and cruelty.”

Celine reached the gathered wolves with Adrastus just in time to see the first wave launch themselves at the three unarmed dragons trying to negotiate peacefully. The terrifying sound of the king's roar bellowed behind her, and as Celine struggled to stay on her feet, a nightmarish black beast torpedoed past, spinning in on itself as Adrastrus barrelled into the wolves attacking his messengers. The sight of his majesty was glorious as Adrastus laid waste to an entire wave of Zade's forces and more and more dragons flew from the mountain to engage in the battle and offer aid to their king. Celine could feel the emotions of some of the wolves as they tried to duck for cover, only to be mercile

The dragons seemed to be everywhere, striking at will and leaving destruction, chaos, and despair in their wake. But as the attacks continued unabated, the werewolves began to realize that the dragons were employing a cunning and sinister strategy to divide and conquer them. They were trying to break their spirits, weaken their resolve, and shatter their unity. The dragons were determined to exploit the werewolves' fears, doubts, and uncertainties, and use them to their advantage. Determined not to give in to their fears and doubts, the werewolves united their hearts and minds, coming together to train harder than ever before.