100 Wolf Lady Hightail Novels & Stories

His tail was wagging, as if the most delicious dish in the world had been placed in front of him. "What's up?" “I don’t know, but my wolf is euphoric.” Shane's wolf starts running north, followed by Julius, moving further and further away from the pack's safe ground. Suddenly, Shane's wolf stops, causing Julius's wolf to collide with him. A young woman, with black hair and large amber eyes, dressed in black pants and a full red coat, stood still and looked terrified at the two huge wolves. She held the coat close to her chest with both hands and some tears fell wildly down her face.

It wasn't painful, maybe it was a really nice feeling. Vladek tensed her back when they reached the edge of the boulder and simply jumped. This took Jade by surprise, who almost bit her tongue in fright, letting out a high-pitched squeak and squeezing the wolf tighter. Izen snorted at the sight of her. But how not to be afraid if they had jumped from a height of more than 7 meters and at that speed. Even so, both wolves fell to the ground with exuberant grace and sat up as if this were part of their routine.

Steam fogged the mirror. Selene wiped it with the back of her hand, stared at her reflection, and saw only restraint in them. Long damp hair clung to her shoulders. Her shirt stuck to her ribs and those amber eyes, even dulled by hot water, still glowed faintly — too much like a wolf’s. The blood was gone but the scent still lingered. She’d washed it from her skin, but not from her memory — the feel of it, warm and human, sticky between her fingers. Lucas’s blood.

She butted her head into his body, nearly knocking him down. Alistair shifted quickly. The white wolf slid his body alongside his panther mate. She turned and ran off, her graceful strides carried her swiftly across the clearing, the white wolf easily keeping up with her. She found what she wanted, a tall tree and leaped into the air, catching the bark with her sharp claws about eight feet up. She scrambled up to a branch high above the clearing. This was what she wanted, she needed to be high. She looked down at her wolf, staring up at her. "How long will you stay there? I really can't join you there you know." He couldn't believe how easily she had made her way so high.

“My beloved.” Cold washes over me as Nyxara steps from the shadows like a nightmare taking shape. She looks divine, terrible, and furious all rolled into one. Her gown looks like it was woven from the night sky, and her eyes burn the same violet shade as my wolf’s, except twisted into something cruel. “Get away from him,” I snarl, pulling Kael against my chest. Nyxara smiles. It’s the kind of smile wolves make before biting. “Oh, little wolf,” she purrs. “You think you can keep what belongs to me?”

“There is a wolf. Very old. She lived before the curse. Before the First Ones created the bloodlines. She might know something about merging and separation. About consciousness and transformation.” “Where is she?” “Far. Three days' travel to the eastern mountains. She lives alone. Does not like visitors. But for you, she might make an exception.” Sera stood. “I can take you. Today if you want. Or you can wait. Rest more.” “No waiting. We need answers now. Before we lose ourselves completely.” I looked at Kade. “Can you travel?” “I can do anything if it means fixing this.” He stood. His legs were steadier than mine. Stronger. “We go today.”

Damn, I knew that we had the fastest transformation, but I never thought it would be so fast . My she-wolf responded with a guttural growl, showing her readiness to take off immediately. Well, yes, we are not used to giving in! A moment and three black wolves ran through the thicket of the forest, driven by the excitement of the chase. Adrenaline in the blood instantly spilled through the veins, prompting more insane actions. There is not enough space for us, only running around is not enough, the fire in the veins requires an exit! For a long time I no longer felt such a sensation of fire, which made me rush forward even faster, showing that I was no worse than any other male. Never before

Stumbling through the entrance in a wobbly state, warped her surroundings once more and teleported her into her home, where she found a large wolf waiting. Ears perked up at her arrival and its gaze flicked to her as she fell over in surprise. The wolf was large, with glossy fur as black as the cosmos, a long, fluffy tail that swished to a steady rhythm, and eyes like glittering gold. It approached her lightly. Using its nose, it nudged her hand up to say she could touch. She hesitated, slightly recoiling in fear. The wolf closed its eyes in understanding and nuzzled her hand in encouragement. The softness of its fur soothed her instantly and it leaned into her touch before shifting into its

By midday Brynn had the letter on her desk and the new wolf, washed and fed, sitting respectfully in the lady’s study while Brynn read. The wolf was called Mara, by the letter. The letter was from an alpha of a small pack in the western territories, a pack Ashford had no quarrel with and barely any contact with. The alpha wrote in a careful older hand that Mara had served his keep faithfully for six years as an assistant to the lady there, that the lady had died in a sickness the spring previous, and that without her Mara had asked leave to seek new work because the keep had no role left for her shape of skills. The alpha vouched for her honesty, her quiet competence, her gift for managing t

My wolf Lottie whimpered in fear not wanting anything to do with him. Trent had me cornered and looked ready to pounce on me. However, I stayed strong with a burst of courage. "I, Hazel Jones, wolf of Echo Pack, reject you, Trent, as my mate." His eyes darkened at my words and all my courage faded away as he pinned me to the ground.