Wren & Wolf Novels & Stories

He was more than a werewolf his eyes were blazing like fire, the little girl now a dragon, had wing, she must have been a dragon before, and many that went toward the exit were burnt by the fire, the warriors tried all they could, but their strength was not enough, and just one breath, and fire came out of her mouth, and all the perimeter where the soldiers were, was covered in such a great fire that made it impossible for any one to escape, and in a short time, they all died and there was not even a single one that escape to tell the story of what they had seen, to any one, when they all had died, the tree of them were still beasts and they headed towards the settlement, and it was a few st

“Actually, you left us all for five whole years. – mumbled Fox, offendedly folding his arms over his chest. - But very effectively returned! I laughed, remembering my return to the outside world five years ago. I have already said that I was rehabilitated and trained by dryads in the forest. So, I did not even notice how these five years flew by in their little evergreen world. Until one fine morning Alena came to us for a flower for a wedding wreath. Then a friend told me about the past tense, surprising me by naming the newlyweds. White Enchantress Chris and my brother Max decided to get married. More precisely, Max had been trying to get a girlfriend for five years, and she finally gave u

It was a perfect combination. "My pleasure," I purred with contempt as I eyed my prey. The prisoner's head hung low, his malnourished body unable to withstand the poison that even the smell of his urine couldn't hide. Wolf's bane and liquid silver in low doses did wonders to subdue a wolf. Their beast would be put to sleep, and they would lose any connection they had to their pack... if they had one.

We hurried out and went to join Karen's group. We got to the venue, and Karen jumped on me and kissed me fiercely. She was so excited, and I wondered where the excitement was coming from. "You should have seen you girl, men, she took out six wolves. The crazy part was when she killed four that were hiding with her eyes closed. Men this girl reminds me of the legends about the Hunters." Danjuma said with so much admiration for Karen, and I realised that there was no hex. "Where is he?" I heard Gavin say, sounding a bit uncomfortable, and I decided I would ask him why soon.

I played my last card and she relaxed a bit. “Can I check how your little arm turned out?” I approached her, and I couldn’t help but look into those beautiful black eyes of hers. Hers changed color, but they didn’t turn completely golden like any wolf’s would, but were golden with little red spots. “It’s a hybrid!” Wren was becoming more and more ecstatic. He is always serious, he behaves like a total grump like me, and now he is like a stuffed animal. “What are you?” I asked her, caressing her cheek with my fingertips. My fingers itched and she closed her eyes.

Wren stood, her composure finally breaking, her voice sharp. "Alpha Ronan, what the hell are you saying?" I looked at her, quirking an eyebrow. "She's a disgrace to every she-wolf in this kingdom and beyond!" Wren's voice rose. "And you still call her yours?" I felt something inside me go still. "Take that back." She continued. "She has no wolf, she doesn't even have a family, she's nothing—" I shifted, the transformation was sudden, my bones moved, my vision sharpened.

"I shouldn't have said it." She looked at me steadily, waiting. Just say you're sorry, my wolf said. Three letters. Two syllables. You literally know how. I'm handling it.. "So," I said slowly. "Are we good?" My wolf made a sound I can only describe as pure disappointment. Wren looked at me for a long moment. The waiting look faded into something else, something quieter, more tired. "Sure," she said. "We're good." You absolute coward, my wolf said.

She looked at him across the fire. "It is different from Ashfen," he said. "Different from the eastern territory." He paused, which was also unusual for Kade, who generally spoke with the economy of someone who had already edited everything unnecessary before opening his mouth. "The pack there is called Wrenholm. Forty wolves. Smaller. The shadow formation is recent. Eight months." "Then it should be easier than Ashfen," Drax said. "The formation should be," Kade said. "The pack is a different matter."

It is listening. Behind us, branches snap. One of the werewolves, Dax, and the female mercenary, Liora, are arguing about direction. Therin’s voice joins in, smooth and mocking. Elyra glides ahead, muttering something that might be a spell. The she-wolf, Renna, keeps close to the witch’s shadow, and the older wolf, Corran, trails her protectively. The rest scatter into fog. “Just a tip,” the Herald’s voice booms from nowhere. “The forest feeds on loneliness!”

My wolf is alert and just beneath the surface. The meeting point was an abandoned gas station outside the city. Perfect for an ambush, terrible for peace talks. But I knew the man who stood waiting. Tall. Scar over his brow. Yellow eyes that hadn’t dulled with time. “Grim,” I muttered. He smiled. “Kelvin. Still alive.” “Barely. What are you doing here?” “We come in peace.” “Who’s ‘we’?” Grim stepped aside. Four wolves stood behind him. None shifted. None growled.