Wolves Dragons Novels & Stories

Alaric shot me a look that could've incinerated lesser wolves. “Drakonis thrives on dominance,” he continued. “They rise when others submit. They conquer when others cower. The Accord binds them only because their Empress refuses to lose more heirs to Lycandra’s wolves.” With a flick of his wrist, the globes shifted—showing the last great war. Dragonfire raining from above. Wolves glowing silver under moonlight, holding the line until Lycan reinforcements arrived. Howls rippled through the hall, too real—vibrating bone.

"Haven't had one for centuries, there's too much bad blood and territorial disputes between our species." "But you're both," Jayce pointed out. "You're wolf and dragon, so clearly the species can cooperate." "I'm an exception," I corrected. "An anomaly that neither side fully accepts, and that's exactly why Adrian can't get dragon help." "Explain," Alex said while settling beside me. "Because I'm not following your logic." "Dragons hate wolves," I said while trying to find words that would make them understand. "Hate us for being territorial and aggressive, hate us for breeding quickly and spreading across lands they consider theirs."

He couldn't blame her, she had given up a huge part of her life when she accepted him as her mate, and being a wolf in a dragon's world wasn't always easy for his beautiful wife, Adrastus would forever be proud of her courage. A white wolf entered the field, heading their way, and the dragon king quickly transformed, waiting as the wolf loped over to him, carrying clothes in his mouth. A few moments later Alpha Carmichael greeted the dragon horde, welcoming them to Howling Warriors on behalf of Alpha Shadow and Luna Isabella.

And behold there were Dragons Seven of them, black and gold, with heavy wings that covered parts of the sky. Their roars shook the foundation of the earth and there was panic across the streets below as wolves ran for shelter. "Dragons?" Lucian muttered. My fingers tightened on the railing. "That’s impossible. Dragons went extinct centuries ago." A strange figure then appeared beside us. It was one of the old bloodline wolves. His eyes were pale and it was evident of how long he must have lived.

“You caused this.” “Caused what—” "I caught his wrist and twisted it behind his back hard. He let out a loud cry. Just then, kael came in, grabbed the young wolf by the throat, and slammed him against the wall. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing.” The young wolf struggled weakly. “ She— the White Wolves they attacked. Burned our farms, killed six of ours. They left a message. Return the princess or there will be a war.”

At the main entrance, wolves flowed like flies on shit, fighting each other to gain entrance and I bowled them over, roaring through the doorway. Wolves' bodies were thrown in all directions as a one wolf wrecking machine guarded the stairwell leading to Alina's room. Elijah Deveraux looked every inch the apex predator, his monstrous wolf keeping the mindless frenzy at bay as he fought viciously, protecting his daughter. His wolf gave a brief look of gratitude as I entered the fray, fighting my way to him until we stood back to back. "They can't get past us." His powerful voice sounded in my mind, and I nodded grimly as the next wave of wolves descended upon us, intent on claiming a mate.

He wished he could have participated in the killing. Darwin, on the other hand, was a lycan between three communities that used both but believed in neither of them. The Winterberg Village, which is home to humans, the Redberg Village, which is home to lycans; the Munster Village, which is home to witches; and the mountainous region, which is home to trolls and other ordinary supernatural beings.

King Creek said in surprise. "That is Willow's father." Queen Lucia said. "I know my son Wolf." The urge to taste their blood came to him once again, standing up to his hind legs, he roared and charged towards the guards who stood on his way between him and his parents. Within fifteen seconds none of the guards were standing as one fling from the wolf made them lose their consciousness. Facing the three people. More Dragon warriors were seen rushing to challenge the wolf from behind him. Willow breathed fire and blocked the door, but then, the dragons were immune to fire.

Seraya gasped behind me, and I could feel her hold on to my shirt again, looking at the bow. Wolfsbane and silver combined was very deadly and no wolf can survive it, not even a strong alpha. The poison from wolfsbane burns the blood, and silver weakens the wolf completely. It was no wonder the rogues died the moment he shot them. I didn’t say anything and just glared at Caleb, my fists tight with my body shaking from trying to stay calm. Caleb was pushing me and he wanted a fight but if I moved the wrong way, I might not live to fight with him at all.

So much was lost to us and I didn't want it to be our downfall. After flipping through half the book I found the section I was looking for; The Meaning of Color in Wolves Eyes. I swear I saw gold in Chris's eyes and I skimmed over the chapters until I found the word gold or yellow. There were apparently many different kinds of rare wolves that use to exist. "Ah, here it is. Wolves of golden irises are those with great powers to protect. Shadows are powerful midnight wolves. They were created to be assassins for the moon goddess to eliminate any strong powers that threatened their kind."