#wolfbloods

[punkishtoxtricity]

started watching wolfbloods and its great

[doctorswansea]

Well I watched Wolfblood as a joke and now I'm forever changed. Why is this random British teen drama so good??? Like not in a traditional sense but man, I feel so seen. The Gaelic ties to being a wild wolfblood soothes such a deep ache in my soul. (I'm only on season one so no spoilers please!)

[pilcharts]

We need more wolfblood content!🐺🐺

[silver-inked]

Last random thought of the day. So there was this show called Wolfbloods that no one seems to know about. It’s about this wolfblood boy called Rydian who comes to live in a small town with his foster parents. Little does he know that there is a small family of wolfbloods with a daughter called Maddie. And as the story goes on it’s about and their lives in this small town with their human best friends. They both figure out the woldblood thing, hide secrets etc. and it’s really cute. And it’s the best werewolf show I know, because it’s really sweet and the dynamic is amazing. (If interested let me know and I can tell you where to find it).

But I read a bunch of SL Halloween fics and i think one in their universe would be so cool. I just really like their take on werewolves. And so yeah. Wolfbloods sl au.

[frozendreamsburnbrightly]

Katrina is a loyal pack member! Everyone seems to forgot that. She wants the Kafe to be safe for all wolfbloods and she's willing to risk business and hate groups so her friends can all be safe.

[bumblebyaf]

thank you jana for giving us the funniest wolfblood scene in "i'm a wolf, i burrowed under the fence!?"

[vicsworld82]

THIS IS SO BEAUTIFUL The She Wolf Arya Stark #SheWolf #AryaStark #My2ndFave #WolfBloods #TheNorthRemembers #HouseStark #ThePackSurvives 🐺 #WestOfWesteros 😥 https://www.instagram.com/p/ByLDmY2BkgwJwEAYP9dysfLkwhBiLv0kBBSWxA0/?igshid=hbtqqnofsf02

[wolfiebloodie]

They came at night -

Dr Alan Clary Bird & Mrs Carol Bird fled across the thundering landscape as the war sirens crackled into action. The engine of their old Defender purred, whispering past the criss-cross windows and blackout curtains as they roamed through the streets. Their flickering eyes watched for numbers across doors, on brick walls and sign post. 

Finally they found number 13, amongst neighbouring houses, a smoking row of recently bombed terraces. The door latch swung open and out came two children. One tall brunette boy, and a small pale child. Alan smirked at the tamed hair, the smartly dressed duffle coat.

His smirk brushed from his face as the whistle pierced through the sirens that howled like wolves. “Stop! Immediately” yelled the home guard, blowing his whistle. 

The older boy leaped from the jeep with glowing eyes. His teeth over growing his teeth, his hands shaking at his veins protruded. “What in the bleeding ‘ell” He stared at the boy, the colour draining from his skin. 

As he fell back, the boy hopped into the back of the skidding jeep as it flew across the bumpy cobbled street into the misty night. 

Huddled up, the glowing eyes of the young cub wolfbloods stared at the boy. Tame, he was not. His eyes faded from a glowing yellow to a stormy green. He flinched as his jowl retracted, his body calmed.