Wolves Skyrim Novels & Stories

As the fight got more intense, the two werewolves shifted, so that where two men were fighting before, there was a very large grey wolf, Thomas, and a slightly smaller black wolf, Jonas. The wolves circled each other, the grey one’s eyes full of wisdom, experience, and anger. In the black wolf’s eyes were a knowing look … and triumph, which was weird because it was being beaten hands down. Several bones in its body had been broken and it was favoring its right front leg, whereas the other wolf was very much unhurt. The fact that the black wolf was being beaten did not seem to faze it, though. Its eyes kept darting around, as though searching for something, so the pack members thought that it

He whispered to me. Beta Leo walked in. He closed and locked the door. "Shall we begin?" Alpha Zev and Luna Maisie directed everyone to form a loose circle around me. Beta Leo opened a massive book and began reading. "From time immemorial, our people have welcomed our new wolves with a ceremony to recognize our pack connection and strength. The Moon Goddess gifts us our wolves. We are stronger, faster and smarter when we work with our wolves. We honor the Goddess by accepting our wolves and allowing them to take our physical form and make it their own. We each must learn to respect our wolves, and our wolves must learn to respect us."

It was a violent, beautiful evolution occurring in the span of a few breaths. ​The Sky-Wolves dove into the stream around us, their light-wings spanning ten feet as they acted as rudders for the drifting Feral-Sovereigns. They caught those whose forms flickered and fell, pulling them back into the light-stream with the practiced ease of shepherds. We were a migration of the damned, rising to meet the stars.

Saliva dripped from his snarling jaws as he crouched, preparing to attack. The two wolves collided with a thunderous crash, their snarls and growls echoing through the bakery. Claws raked fur and flesh, teeth snapped with lethal intent. Ryker’s agility countered Bruce’s brute strength as they moved in a flurry of strikes and evasions. Despite the chaos, Ryker’s every move was calculated, his wolf form exhibiting both power and precision.

Someday, I’d watch as she and her wolf passed from this life. “Did you know that the previous Moon Goddess granted immortality to wolves she thought deserved it? She’d make them a part of her army. They live in the City of Dusk and Dawn. According to Azrael, Orion, and Draco, they’re happy and thriving.” I murmured, not breaking my stare from her eyes. Understanding dawned across her face. “You want to make me immortal?” I swallowed the knot in my throat, “Only if you want it.” She licked her lips, then pursed them. Her eyes strayed across the room to where Sephtis stood. He had his head turned, but I had a strange feeling he was listening in on our conversation.

Savage Suddenly, a low growl rumbles through the forest, causing us to halt in our tracks. From the shadows emerges a pack of shadow wolves, their eyes glinting with an otherworldly light as they encircle us with predatory intent. Levi raises his sword, the blade gleaming in the dim light as he takes a step forward, ready to face the spectral beasts that bar our path. The shadow wolves snarl, their forms flickering like dark mist as they prepare to strike. Adrian readies his bow, his aim steady as he focuses on the alpha wolf leading the pack.

Wolves that did not carry the scent of Silver Moon. My mother wasn’t anywhere in sight. There was just these wolves and I knew one of them was a woman. Had they purposely lured me out? There was no time to think as I got into action. I gripped the dagger tighter as the first wolf lunged at me. I ducked, narrowly avoiding being ripped apart by his claws. Stepping aside, I avoided his second attack. Then I slashed down with my dagger, slicing through the wolf’s side. I aimed at his torso next but this time, he knocked me off my feet with a growl.

some part of her was still Liora. Derek looked at her. "She chose her path." "So did I," she replied, voice bitter. "And I almost didn't survive it." Eamon emerged from the copse, face wan but peaceful. "There's something you both need to see. Now." They followed him down the slope. Smoke curled from shattered trees and scorched grass. The earth was hurt, but living. But nothing could have readied them for what lay beyond the gully. Hundreds of wolves. None of them familiar. They were armored and had unfamiliar runes on the armor. Their eyes, yellow and gleaming, regarded with unblinking stillness. At their center was a figure in obsidian-black robes. A bone mask hid their face.

Wolves writhed on the ground, some half-shifted and unable to return, their cries a broken chorus against the night. Above them all loomed the moon—blackened, cracked, bleeding crimson fire across the sky. From that cursed light descended the Eclipse Wraiths, half-shadow, half-wolf creatures that moved like smoke yet struck like steel. Their silver eyes burned with unnatural hunger, their jaws dripping black ichor as they swarmed.

Naomi ordered. "Got it" said Rhys. He ran off an started gicing hand signals to some of the wolves who were not engaged in immediate battle who followed him and Naomi to the enterance of the office. Three witches stood in the way. Two of them Naomi recognised from high school and one she had never seen before.