Wolves Dragons Novels & Stories

Vienna muttered angrily there. "I will make sure your life, will end immediately when that ugly dragon comes and takes you far away from this pack. After all, every dragon bride taken from a werewolf pack always ends up dead. Those ugly dragons only use omega werewolves to continue their bloodline. And after they get their offspring, why keep their mother, who is only a lowly omega in their own pack."

Green and hazel focused on his every step, breath, beat and every trimmer of sheer delight. ‘’Is this a dream?’’ He wondered aloud not really expecting the dragon to answer, his fingers brushed its snout. He stopped exploring the mighty beast when a brunch snapped which drew them both out of a moment and the stood on its almighty form. It stepped forward focusing on its sensors and he drew out his weapons, using the earth he felt the rouge wolf snapping toward him. It tried to go on the attack but the dragon made use of its massive tail to strike him and turned to ensure the male behind him is okay. Not easily derailed rouge jumped up that when he let his reserves about his abilities go, wel

“And you are finished.” They collided. Not physically like warriors. But spiritually and energetically. The ground around them cracked as opposing forces clashed—earth-based restoration against dark manipulation. Energy rippled outward in violent waves. Wolves nearby staggered as pressure shifted through the battlefield. Dalton moved slightly in front of me instinctively. “Stay behind me,” he said again. But I wasn’t watching him. Not fully. Because Vaelthryx was moving again. Closer. His fractured form pulsing like something barely held together by will alone.

she said intently, but her wolf ignored her and stood in front of Darkle " Let's fight the struggle alone.. and if you see yourself slow, order your donkey to attack us, what do you think?" "Okay, that's you son," Mars chanted across the association to his father smiling beside him. Is that an idiot? Mars wondered inside of him because he was clearly trying to distract him in order to get his Mate 's wolf back into shape so she wouldn't get hurt any more. He doubted, but he overlooked and silently indicated that her wolf would stay away from them, so a werewolf will face a werewolf and let's see who will win

Any hint of empathy faded from Sirius's eyes instantly, and he wheeled on me in disgust as he growled coldly, "You're not setting a foot in my house until you kneel and apologize to Lola! Let's see how long you can keep up that stubborn streak!" I smirked in contempt—he was going to be disappointed, because I was going to marry the future head of the Serpentkins in just two days. Suddenly, a car came hurtling toward us, clearly out of control. Sirius quickly transformed into his wolf form, grabbed Lola, and leaped away. The Lycans had always been famous for their strength and speed, after all. Still, by accident or otherwise, he knocked me to the ground, close to the car. I felt a sharp pain

I mumbled as I glanced at Gideon Landers and asked him if he could take the three of us somewhere. Shrugging, he nodded. Giving the former assassin our hands, the training area disappeared, and the thick forest appeared before us. Looking at me anxiously, Austin asked me what I wanted to discuss, but I was eyeing Gideon with a cocked brow. “First I must clarify something in regards to druid wolves. They're said to be very sexual and like fornication immensely, correct?” Both men nodded but looked confused, so I continued. “That also means female druid wolves are as well?”

“As for my father, he never declared war. He wanted hunter-wolves because they had the goddess’ power to bend Dracans to do his bidding. The Lycan king cannot command a Dracan.” What made hunter-wolves special? Other than nearly drowning in her own bath after drinking that concoction… damn it! She didn’t get a chance to ask Aworyn. “The Dracans realized their power when the wolves rebelled against the Empire. In no time at all, both half-breeds were fighting alongside to topple the Lycan king and his corrupt council,” he explained. “The wolves know about the Dracans?” she asked, as she stepped closer to him.

But instead of old stories from my grandmother’s life, the pages were scrawled with strange symbols and sketches—shorthand in her handwriting explaining the purpose of different runes and sigils. Flipping through the pages, there were sketches of wolves, and the last page that she’d written in had a detailed rendition of a nightmarish wolf-beast that made my blood run cold at the sight of it, it’s eyes smudged over with charcoal in the shape of a protective rune. My heart raced when I realized what I was holding. This was no ordinary journal, it was a spell book.

They are here. I jump and land in my wolf form as they stalk closer to me. Conri's huge black wolf comes barreling out of the bushes and wolves scatter. He starts ripping throats out as he picks them up and tosses them. The warriors get to us, but Conri was killing the last one as they got here. His wolf nudged Nyla and snuggled against her, while Nyla snuggled back. I looked up and my eyes got wide. The warriors around us stood at attention. Suddenly all of Conri's Lycan warriors were around us too. There looked to be around fifty wolves heading straight for us. Conri had me behind him as he prepared to fight. My dad and Nico had shifted and were ready to fight. Mom had shifted and was stan

Now, all that remained was Teresa. Moonshade loomed in the distance, its dark silhouette against the night sky. Drako's steps were purposeful as he navigated the familiar terrain. He knew the risks, the dangers of playing both sides, but the need for power and control drove him forward. Entering the camp, Drako sought out the wolves who had pledged allegiance to him. They gathered in the shadows, eyes reflecting a mix of loyalty and uncertainty. Drako addressed them with conviction, "The time has come. We need to act swiftly and decisively. Our pack's future depends on it."