Wolves With Wings Novels & Stories

“Just let go, and I’ll be right there with you.” She calmed slightly as he held her. The first time was always the worst and she was so much older than she should have been for a first timer. He felt his own wolf clawing its way to the front of his mind rushing to be freed. He could feel her letting go, letting the beast with in her move forward. Her wolf was violently making its appearance, with one more blood curtailing scream Tifs eyes opened wide as the wolf broke free of the human form that held her. A beautiful red and silver creature, the bright green eyes glinting in the moon lit snow covered night. His black wolf hushing to meet hers. Siron had only one thought rush through his mind

I asked angrily, feeling my wolf growling lowly at the obvious threat sent to my authority. "We will keep looking to find anything of importance, I already ordered for the fangs battalion to keep an eye out," Veruca affirmed "Please do, there has to be something, a reason of some sort as to why they target alphas, and maybe from there we can find out what they want and how to lure them out" I sighed, returning to reading files "We have to lure them out and end their activities as soon as possible before they grow larger wings and threaten the livelihood of other people."

Silence followed—thick, deliberate, terrifying. I scrambled backward, breath coming in sharp gasps as shadows emerged between the trees. Yellow eyes. Gray fur streaked with blood. Wolves bigger than anything I had ever seen, but unlike the alpha this is average which only means the grey wolf is Alpha's beta Manuel. Their muscles coiling beneath their skin, teeth bared. My back hit a tree, nowhere left to go. I pressed myself against the bark, shaking so hard my teeth rattled. My legs refused to move. One of them stepped forward, massive and scarred, his eyes burning with recognition.

Since the time of the ancient settlers, the city grew, and since the time the city grew, the trouble came. The trouble was wolves, but the wolves of the forest were no ordinary creatures. They possessed ungodly power with supernatural strength and heightened senses. They hunted men for sport and dragged their victims deep into the forest. The wolves of Banglador were ferocious monsters with human spirits. In the day, they would take the form of a man, but their bodies would change with the rising of the moon. The men became cruel and savage beasts, hungry for blood, and the town was in fear because of them. Some called them demons and others shifting shadows, but they were known to the world

I didn't know what I would do if something bad happened to even one of them. “Who would want to die in a place like this?” Ridge asked. His nails suddenly grew longer, turning into claws. His eyes have also started to turn yellow. Ridge's body gradually grew. His face was already forming a snout until it finally became a big wolf. A gray wolf. “Just like he said,” said Chester, who also started to morph into a beautiful blue wolf. “We will not die until we reach our Home,” Tyron said with a smile as the two of them changed their form, turning himself into a brown wolf.

When I felt like I was being shoved off a ledge, I flipped them open and fell onto another plane. Above a dry riverbed at the outskirts of a parched valley of empty land, I hovered in midair overlooking a battle between wolves, but not just ordinary wolves. These wolves had a body hue of blue-black, a mane of white hair at the neck resembling a lion's, and a white-tipped tail. They were equine height and had insignias on their foreheads. A rose gold feather was on one of them. Where had I seen that before? I couldn't recall. So, I returned my focus to what was playing out before me.

He falls to the floor as his eyes return to crystal blue. Ida drops the knife on the floor and cradles her husband. "You have to get rid of that wolf. All of the imperial wolves will fall if you do not get rid of that white wolf. She is bringing all the spirits back from the realm, and she will possess us all," Ida says.

Michael Whitlock POV; Spirit walkers are powerful among other wolf packs. This is one of the first things that they learn at a young age, and as they grow older it becomes more common. They could destroy entire armies in the blink of an eye and still stand proudly, as if they were never even in the field to begin with. They are not only strong but also smart; they are very well trained and have excellent senses. They can sense a person' location from miles away. There is something else they can do which is much more dangerous to humanoids.

"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." But Chris's wolf is brown with white spots. The next section read wolves of golden iris with brown or red coats are gifted with strength and powerful auras to help defend those who are under tyranny. Chris couldn't be a shadow unless he had a black wolf, but he did have golden eyes and a brown wolf.

He planned to surprise them by attacking in their homes, but now they're dying. His anger triggered a growl from his wolf, sensing danger. He tried to control it, but it was too late. His body gave way, bones cracked, and he let out a loud growl as the wind blew, shaking tree leaves. His eyes were as bright as the sun, resembling an eagle's gaze. His brown wolf stood like a giant monster, scanning the surroundings for danger. The other red fairies had transformed into wolves, ready to fight any lurking threats.