Wolves With Wings Novels & Stories

Meanwhile, being a wolf, I was, of course, overcome by my lust. Making love is difficult for Lupines in human form. In wolf form, wolves are so violent with their passions during love making that it’s not unusual for one to kill the other—usually the female killing the male. Bianca had begged me many times to spend the night in her cage. But as much as I loved her and enjoyed the pleasures of fucking her beautiful body, at every full moon I demurred. Knowing Bianca as I did, I was sure that her passions, completely unleashed in wolf form, would be the death of me.

Saw me mid-air. Without another warning, the wolf jumped into the sky. Caught me halfway. Twisting in the air, he landed on his back, digging into the ground. I was on his belly. Unharmed and buzzing with the rush of adrenaline. I smiled down at him but he just rolled his eyes.

When he was fighting with the other demon his silver fur was dancing with his every move and it was shining brightly under the moonlight. Anna screamed when he killed another one and was approaching her now. His mouth was covered in blood. He was looking very dangerous and ferocious in the night sky. Liam howled in pain when he felt pain in his body because one demon attacked him with fire from up. He looked up and saw the other three demons were flying up. Liam's eyes shimmered in orange colour in rage then he spread his beautiful red wings and flew up. Anna looked at him, being shocked when she witnessed his wings with the wolf. Because she has never seen a flying wolf in her whole life no

I had to tell Cole. Cole was our Alpha and he would know exactly what to do with this information. What my brother and the other wolves dont know is that our pack has been under attck by witches using black magic. Dead wolves have been found around the territory with their hearts ripped out and turned to sludge. Weird symbols were carved into their bodies.

The imperial capital was a city of gilded masks and whispering secrets, its marble towers reaching for the heavens while its streets pulsed with the blood of the forgotten. Nia had walked its stone paths before, as a child, holding her mother’s hand as they shopped for food. Now, she walked as an assassin, her every step calculated, every breath measured. She was no longer Nia Wolfsong—the girl whose village had been burned and destroyed. Now, she was "Mist Fang," the most elusive, feared assassin in the empire.

Hair grew out of his skin and his face changed, his eyes became even darker and his claws long, his canines even sharp. "Pterolycus." Tomramas said. Everyone in the observation room stared at him. "You know what I'm talking about William. His mother your wife. Winged wolf. But she never let it out. She his it from the others except you and Mark." He mind linked William. Who frowned even more. "This is never seen, in the whole portal. He is a different kind of wolf. I read about them. Their wings are unbreakable. They're even stronger than others." Zuma said.

I froze. They were worse than anyone could imagine. Not just wolves with wings. They looked like wolves that had been stitched wrong, leaner bodies, longer limbs, claws hooked like talons. Their wings weren’t feathered. They were thin, membranous, stretched from bone like bat wings, beating with a force that sounded like sails snapping in storm wind. Their mouths opened and their teeth looked like glass shards. They screamed again and dove.

The sleek black fur of his wolf coat shimmered in the moonlight. From the shoulders of his majestic black wolf, ethereal wings began to sprout, emerging swiftly like a secret whispered by the night itself. The wings extended with a captivating poise, their span expanding to match the grandeur of Wade’s form, the black feathers glistening with an otherworldly sheen. Astrid stood there, her eyes widening in sheer amazement, her jaw dropping involuntarily as she beheld the extraordinary metamorphosis taking place before her. Wow, she never knew he could fly!

I wasn’t sure what shocked me more, the fact that he said demons were real or the idea that they could take over a wolf’s body and make them kill the people they loved. “Demons?” I said in disbelief. “That sounds insane. Is this real?” “I wish it wasn’t,” Kaden replied. “But it is.” I looked back at the monster on the floor again, and even though my head was trying to fight it, I was starting to believe him. That thing didn’t look like anything I had ever seen before. It had wings, sharp claws, and a horrible face. Nothing about it looked normal. “I’ve started calling them alpha and beta demons,” Kaden continued, running a hand through his hair. “Just to make it easier to explain.”

The sky, once empty, was now filled with distorted shapes cutting through the clouds. Winged creatures — but none were ordinary birds. Some had leather wings, others silver feathers, but none looked natural. One looked like a grotesque cross between a raven and a panther. Another had the head of a wolf and a body covered in scales, its eyes glowing an unhealthy blue. All of them had someone riding on their backs. Warriors. Black armor, spears in hand. Heading their way. Aurora took a step back, but the sounds of hooves and paws behind her made her turn around.