Animal Crossing Wolf Villager Novels & Stories

Wolfgang brushed Douglas' long, sharp-clawed arm aside and flung him into the air. Douglas immediately changed back to his human form, his eyes still filled with hatred, but he knelt before the Wolf King. "Why do you want to kill the prince?" The Wolfkin turned back to his human form and asked Douglas. Douglas, without delay for a second, raised his head and said to the Wolf King: "He stole my wife, sir." "Your wife?" The Wolf King looked at Lily and continued: “Is it her?” “Yes, wolf king!” Lily, who was lying in one place, hugging her body because Douglas had just pushed her hard, immediately stood up.

Jek followed his footsteps. Vengeance whimpered. It has caught Maridelle’s attention. Through their mental link, she attempted to converse with her. “What is it?” she asked in the kindest tone she could. “Don’t be angry at me. I am getting your wolf mate.” Her wolf howled and the melody creates a joyous rhythm. Vengeance is happy. She needs to be happy or else Vengeance won’t let her sleep and disrupts her thinking. Her wolf did not respond. Maridelle just shrugs her wolf’s attitude and continued prancing following Viller and Jek. She passes through the fallen log near an enormous tree. Suddenly her wolf’s has wagged her tail. She raises a brow and look at the direction of the fallen tree.

Thankfully, she had survived and finally found a slither of second to escape. Unfortunately, my presence didn't go unnoticed by the rogue. Its attention shifted to me, and a furious snarl escaped its jaws, its eyes filled with a vacant, menacing intensity. Just as it was about to make a move toward me, Alpha Chase, in his brownish-black wolf form, darted past, using his swift movements to knock a line of rogues off balance, sending them crashing onto the cold pavement.

“Yeah I can imagine that it is a lot. I have known my whole life so its just another day for me.” “Really? Huh, may I ask what your wolf is like?” I don’t know why but I was curious. I could picture her having a very lightly tan wolf with soft brown eyes. “Oh… um.” Ale seem stunned by my question. “Oh I am sorry! Is it rude or something? Im sorry I dont know much. I am just trying to learn.” I sputter out rapidly. Oh I was so stupid. “No… It's not. I was just… surprised. Well. It can be a sensitive subject for most. But it is just life for us.” Alex seemed to be working something out but I wasn’t sure.

He got up and read them again. Iris Vale. Widow. Healer's assistant background. One child, male, approximately four years old. Arrived seventeen days ago. No known pack affiliation. Presenting as a border-territory origin. He read it twice. Nothing in the words explained what his wolf had done at the gathering.

My wolf was upset. While Carson and I had been kissing on the couch, Eckley had been trying to talk to her. She was saying, 'See this is what talking to the Luna did! Eckley can sense me now! He is trying to talk to me. He is whispering to me, 'Love mate. Protect mate.' Ugh! Gross!'

Why must they answer on his behalf? “Really? What did the wolf say?” “It’s not clear yet. I’m going to discuss the matter with my father later.” “I see.” Isabel kept her gaze on the wolf, whose eyes are trained on Alex. “What’s his name?” She was curious. Alex raised an eyebrow as he faced the wolf. He hasn’t asked yet. “What’s your name?” The wolf tilted its head before Alex heard the female voice again. “I call him Akira. I said it yesterday, didn’t I?”

I felt a drop of something fall on my exposed shoulder. I touched it and saw what it was; slobber. As I looked up I saw the red colored collar that was around the wolf that was still in its cage. The tag for this behemoth said Eyolf which was Lucky Wolf in Norwegian. If I survived this Elijah and I would have a long talk about his definition of “dogs.” As Connor made another lunged for me I felt my wolf claw her way to the surface. I complied as I felt my skin crawl and my nails extend to claws.

It was one of those smiles that Wolf rarely gave anyone besides Zoe and Keira, and as always, Ice was surprised at how it made ten years drop off his President’s face. “Yeah, well.” Wolf clapped Ice on his muscled shoulder. “You can deal with that on Monday too, huh?” “‘That’?” Ice asked, bewildered. “What that?” “Not ‘what’,” Wolf said. “‘Who’.” “Who?” Ice echoed, totally lost. “Who who?” “Jesus, are you turning into a goddamn owl, Johansson?” Wolf shook his head in mock exasperation. “Vixen, that’s who.”