Hell Wolf Novelas e Histórias

her wolf answered. There are traces of fatigue on her face. She tried to stand up again, and this time she did it successfully. When Cassandra looked around, she saw that they were only three remained in the ring. Two werewolves and one vampire. Slowly, she walked towards them. The black wolf glanced at her and nodded his head, which Cassandra did the same. They started circling their prey. With the black wolf's signal, they attacked the vampire. Cassandra jumped on his right while the black one jumped on his left. She got punched, but the vampire couldn't dodge the black wolf's bite. It gave him a fatal blow. The vampire tried to stand, but he had no strength left. Slowly the mark disappear

“There is no way that tiny thing is The Huntress. The Huntress is a myth, a legend.” “She is and she is now Alpha of that pack. So I suggest you swallow your pride because next time you see them because you will apologize. Hector and Bryan? Gamma and Beta to the previous Alpha King. The two young wolves that Owen tried to pick a fight with? They are The Bloodblades in the mercenary community. The young she-wolf? Dr. Shelley is what she is known as in the medical community. The vampire with them? The Morgan Russo.”

I feel my back hit the wall, nowhere to step back now. Mate? What the hell is he talking about? Werewolf do believe in soul mates. The perfect other half or counterpart chosen by the moon goddess for them. Werewolves find their mates by their smell and appearance. The first time they see each other, they’d know. But I smell nothing from this guy. I don't feel anything. Ugh, he must be drunk. But...he doesn't look drunk and I also don't smell any alcohol. And most of all, werewolves don't get drunk very easily.

Hellen nodded and Liana pulled the cloth and let it fall to her neck. "Ahhhhhhhhh!" Hellen screamed so loud it startled Liana, making her cover her ears. "What's wrong with you?" Liana asked. "I knew you couldn't shoot me you bastard," Hellen snarled at RK who had lowered his gun. "I'm so used to empty threats so don't try them with me, you spineless moron. You think you can silence me? Well, think again because-" She didn't complete her sentence because RK punched her on the head so hard that she lost consciousness. Her limp head fell to her right shoulder. Liana just stood there, mouth wide open.

My wolf savored seeing the number of wolves it had to kill, it was already craving the sweet smell of death but I stopped him and now they just walked towards him. The full moon cast an eerie glow over the woods, the air still. It was like the woods had realized the death that was going to descend on its abode. I prowled the shadows, senses on high alert. Suddenly, snarls echoed through the woods. They were trying to scare me or what? Bunch of fools! The rogue pack emerged, eyes glowing in the dark. The air was stained from their bad blood. The rogues attacked, a flurry of teeth and claws.

“The blood wolf is a hybrid, made from two different monsters, both violent and bloodthirsty, the loup-garou and the vampyr. It craves blood constantly and can never be appeased. It's a being so powerful that the native tribes start worshiping it as a god. It’s not until a coven of witches stand up against the blood wolf and put it down with a spell that the land is freed of its evil.” He looks up at me, and I swallow hard. What have we done?

His thumb caressed her delicate hand as he tried to figure out where to start. “Like you, I'm immortal. Hellhounds don't age like werewolves. We are young for a long time. A 20-year-old werewolf is an adult and ready to become an Alpha of his pack, but a 20-year-old hellhound is equivalent to a 10-year-old. We're small, and our brain isn't fully developed yet, just like a 10-year-old here. That's how old I was when I was kicked out of hell.

“Are you okay? Who are you speaking to? I ask, a bit worried. “It's a voice in my head, she calls herself Lyra. I know you might think I'm crazy and probably need to go to an asylum but it's the truth” “I believe you”. I say smiling at her while finally closing the gap between us, I reach out to her once again, patiently waiting and praying for her to take my hands. Just as she reaches out to me, I hear the ruffling of leaves nearby and then a different scent hits me. My instincts to protect her kicks in and I quickly tell her to get behind me while abruptly scanning the area for rogues. As expected, a couple of wolves jump out of hiding and begin circling us, their intent clear as they grow

they said with a little fear of their voice but again the clown head laughed. "Of all the werewolves here in howling Island he is the only one different, don't make the mistake of trying angry the werewolf who possessed those spiral crimson eyes because otherwise, even your soul will not survive" all of them stunned of what the clown head said. Maybe they know of what she pointing but still don't want to believe. I wonder who he really is? Why he's the only one who possessed those spiral crimson on his golden eyes? Why he is the most different?

In agonizing pain, Iron bath replied, "You're a minion of the evil sorcerer, I can smell nothing but his filth on you. You have no goodness left in your tainted soul. You should beg for mercy but it would be a futile attempt because I won't spare you!" As he spoke the moon shone brightly in the night sky bathing the fortress in her radiant light. Iron bath's eyes turned a brilliant yellow like a wolf's and he looked up straight into the mage's eyes, "Who am I? I am Ikoko- the Iron werewolf. Fang of the Oracle and these eyes shall be the last thing your tainted soul shall behold", he said in a deep fears inducing voice as he began to transform and every bone in his body began to break. The ma