Wolves With Wings Novels & Stories

When she opened her eyes, she heard flapping sounds and looked back to see her wings sprouted out in the most beautiful colour of purple-blue and were bigger than most fairy wings. "Wow." She heard her cousin say but concentrated on the force coming towards her, not having time to admire her newly spurted wings. It felt like they were deliberately coming at a slow but powerful pace. Almost like testing them and giving them time to prepare. Max and Wanda stepped few feet away from the alphas as they felt the force approach the wolves first. A big ball of fire with both red and blue flames approached, hitting the five of them with force. When the flames subsided, all stood in shock as they saw

The heavens burned a terrible, bleeding crimson. Three colossal winged wolves hovered ominously above Blackthorn Pass, their enormous wingspan completely blotting out the morning sun and casting a suffocating shadow over the valley. Every heavy beat of their feathered wings sent pulsing waves of dark, volatile energy rolling across the frozen battlefield. The frantic clash of swords instantly ceased as a collective terror gripped the valley. Even the brainless shadow soldiers of the Legion stood motionless, bowing their heads in silent reverence. The Eclipse Generals had officially arrived.

Matter condensed, rearranged, and unfolded, slowly weaving flesh and bone around the returning spirit. Since it still had to belong to a recognizable category of fantasy life, I resisted the urge to push the design too far. Instead, I guided its form toward something lupine, shaping it into a creature reminiscent of a werewolf—one grounded in instinct and physical familiarity. The only true deviation was the wings. Black-and-white wings remained embedded along its back, each feather etched with faint, vein-like markings that resembled living runes. I refined them carefully, ensuring they felt like a natural extension of its body rather than something grafted onto it.

It was just a piece of black glass. "Kaima?" he called out. The wind rustled through the wheat, sounding like a soft, familiar laugh. A white butterfly landed on his hand, stayed for a second, and then flew toward the horizon. In the distance, he saw the wolves. They weren't Merged. They weren't Units. They were just wolves. Some were in their human forms, some were in their furs. They were walking through the field, looking at their hands, smelling the air, crying with a joy that had no name.

Some even shifted and we're ready to attack Summer. A loud growl, which rumbled like thunder shook them all. Even the ground rumbled. When the gathered courage to look up they were shocked. Right in front of them was a white wolf, larger than any alpha wolf and adorned with wings. It also had a crown made of the rarest and purest precious stones. The glow surrounding it was too much for all to bear. The wolf's aura was foreboding, dominant and oppressive. One by one, the wolves submitted. Even the werewolf king bowed. The pressure from the wolf's aura made some wolves pass out. They could not stand it at all. The most amazing thing was, the wolf spoke. Not through mindlink. but actually spok

Suzanna, who was looking at a photo album of wolves in various times and moments, suddenly heard a noise in the air -a flapping of giant wings- so she put the album away and went outside. -For God's sake- he muttered as he saw the creatures in a fierce fight with the wolves. Even though there were only three creatures, each one was worth five wolves in strength. They would lift up to two wolves in their claws, tearing them apart as they lifted them to a considerable height, and from above they would unleash them between yelps and growls - the fall wouldn't kill them obviously, but it would break several bones, leaving them unable to fight for a few minutes. The black creature caught a wolf b

The Silas wolf was a dirty brown color and I watched in horror as its broad line-backer shoulders deflated into such profound disappointment it was all I could do not to rage at it. “I don't understand why yer wouldn't let us have our fun with the little birdie! We share all our spoils with you! What's so special about this one?” He whined bitterly, turning his scary red eyes to flash me with a hateful look until I recoiled from the beast. “Shut up and get out. This one isn't meant for sharing.” Alpha Toph growled possessively and for once I was grateful for the wicked Alpha because the other wolf cursed loudly, banging what sounded like knives and metal around in the darkness as I stretched

They knelt down and pushed my sweat laced raven hair away from my face, their eyes open and kind. “Hello.” The one with brown eyes and rainbow hair said sweetly, his tone low and soft. “Hello.” I responded nervously, watching him for any sign of aggression. “Why are you laid on the ground?” The second wolf asked me, his blue eyes curious and yet humorous. I sighed, knowing that I should think before I speak, not all tribes were friendly to strangers. “I tripped and I am unable to get back up, I was in the glass tubes for days without food or water.”

🐾 Luna Pernwél They had cut off the powersource at the base of the mountain and we had only the candlelight to guide us. My eyesight had changed because of my wolf's nature and seeing in the dark was no longer an obstacle to me. Everyone’s eyes glowed around me, adapting to the darkness. “Every pack member, go to your places!” Jake bellowed through the tent. “Non-warriors, return home and close the doors and windows.” He motioned towards the mothers and children, while the female warriors ushered them to their houses in an organised way.

Z saw in the hologram how horrifying the wolves were, how a few drops of their saliva sizzled to a Wielder’s skin, and how Henmulga couldn’t defeat it, as she’d been reduced to running away. In the final slide, the wolf’s prominent feature had been shown again. Unlike the normal ones, it has a furry body that’s inflamed with blue energy, dancing gracefully from its feet, all the way to its wide-set toxic eyes. The class then ended with Ms. Marietta's note that even a wolf's bark was fatal, for it alone could render the Wielder immobile. Z had been awoken when her head banged against the table. She shook her head, trying to fight drowsiness; however, the more she resisted, the more the whispe