Wolves With Wings Novels & Stories

I whispered, even though I knew neither was listening. I didn't want to hurt him, but I didn't want him to bite me, either. I knelt and covered myself with my wings to stand up suddenly, and with a huge wave, I created a stream of air so strong that it blew away at least a dozen adult wolves trying to attack me. I looked around and noticed that everyone had the same problem as me. No one wanted to hurt the manipulated bewitched people, but none of the members Garret and Caris led wished to die.

As I am sitting in the examining room with my Mother waiting on the pack doctor to come in and hopefully tell us why my shifting is so unusual but when he came back to talk to us he only had more questions than answers. “ I’m sorry Luna Ravens but I don’t have any answers for you. She seems to be a perfectly healthy seven year old girl. Are you sure that she said that she had two wolves inside her head?” He asked suspiciously. “ Yes doctor, that is what she said. One is named Morgana and the other is named Michael. And when she shifts, there are two very distinct differences in her wolf.” My Mother replied back to him while becoming irritated. “ Like I said, in all appearances she is a norma

Anaki had always wanted to hear about Moon and Kurgi's 'sin against nature' for a long time. "You and Rex's beta would get along just fine with the braicell between the two of you.!" Kit chuckled, making Rex smile, thinking of him. "Only 3 wolves in Creation have dared to go against Nature, committing the most forbidden law, 'Wolves are born...not turned'. The first wolf to do this was Winter Wolf, I was the second, and Rex you were the last, but you certainly won't be the last." Moon recalled Anatashi's words from this morning.

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

If you let me take over, I can help! I closed my eyes for a moment, wondering how Eluna could fight when I had no idea. I'd stopped questioning exactly what Eluna knew and how she knew it after the first day I'd been brought back to the pack. But I still had to admit a part of me was curious. I had been told it wasn't unheard of for a werewolf to "split" the personalities of themselves and their wolf when their wolf was weaker, especially if they were an omega. But this didn't just feel like a split...it felt like we were two separate entities.

Gerwulf yelped, holding his arm up in defense trying to protect himself from more blows. Hylda attacked him, slashing the air like a mad woman. Eloise finally found the opportunity, biting Delmar's hand hard and screaming for Gerwulf to run. At her words, his head snapped to the side, their eyes locking. Both of them stood as if time had stopped, Eloise unable to understand what was happening as he began running towards her. An earth shaking howl erupted from him, causing crowd goers to fall and drums to tip over. Even Hylda and Finn held their ears in pain. Gerwulf jumped, transforming as if he'd done it his entire life. A large blood red wolf with piercing amber eyes emerging as it barrele

But to those around her, her tribe, it was a signal of celebration, of reunion, of strength. The five figures on the hill began to move closer, their forms more distinct with each step. The wolves padded silently, muscles rippling beneath sleek fur. The dragon’s wings unfurled in a subtle, elegant display, catching the sunlight. The phoenix’s feathers shimmered, glints of flame dancing across their wings. The human figure strode forward with quiet authority, aura radiating the strength of a guardian.

Wolves stood panting, bloodied and confused. Veyra turned toward the ridge that overlooked the clearing. There, outlined against the burning sky, stood a figure. At first, she thought it was a trick of the light—a nightmare conjured by her exhausted mind. But the bond between them recognized him instantly, with a jolt of pure, soul-deep terror. Nyros. He was no longer the wolf she remembered. No longer anything she could call mortal. Wings unfurled from his back, vast and leathery, stitched from shadow and bone. Horns of moonbone curled from his temples, gleaming like deadly crowns. His body was both beautiful and horrifying, a mockery of everything the gods had ever made.

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.

Something was happening. Kendrick shot out of his chair and shifted midway to his massive silver wolf, landing on his powerful paws. The door blew off its hinges as the wolf slammed into it with a loud roar. He growled threateningly at the sight he saw. Thousands of black witches. Flying like bats all over the sky on their brooms. Their evil cackling could be heard as they swooped down and flew back up with birdlike cries. While from beneath the ground, giant ugly trolls crawled out. Their bodies were covered with earth and grime, their yellow eyes bulging out of the sockets. They held giant clubs and roared at the wolves.