Arcanine Romane & Geschichten

He was convinced that Kara's destiny was intertwined with his, and he would stop at nothing to claim her. Driven by an insatiable need to possess Kara, Aric stepped out from the shadows, his eyes burning with a manic determination. His fur was a deep obsidian, blending seamlessly with the night, as he prowled towards the unsuspecting pair. Every step was calculated, every breath heavy with anticipation and madness.

She had no idea they existed. "What's your name?" she asked as she stroked its fur, even though she knew it couldn't answer. The wolf blinked its eyes as it looked at her. "How about Archie? It's a nice name, and it means brave," she said, smiling sweetly at it. She found it strange that she was conversing with an animal that couldn't talk back, but she didn't feel awkward about it, which was unusual for her. Aria wasn't one to fawn over animals like her roommate, but this one was different.

I wouldn't put it past her to try to hurt you as a sort of sick punishment for taking Archer away from her. " I never had in the first place," growled at her angrily and I held his hands to calm him down. It wouldn't be good for us if he attacked her without solid proof. " There's no way to prove it. There are at least over 100 wolves here from five different packs. Fantasia says and I sigh again feeling defeated. " The perfect cover", Archer states and we all turn to look at him as he stops pacing. " Think about it, there are so many wolves, scents, and the whole distraction of wolves finding their mates and doing their mating pairs.

Justin said, “so we can see things more clearly.” Ruby grinned. “Alright, Mr. Wolf, where is your habitat?” *** A gentle breeze blew through the savannah. The grass swayed noisily, buffeted by the fierce battle between the two wolves. In the air, Arkan's fangs went for Ravin's neck. Arkan's yellow orbs flashed in surprise as Ravin rolled his body much more nimbly. The furry, blended paw delivered a deadly kick that knocked out Arkan's molars.

Part of him wanted to turn into a wolf, but he refused. Suddenly, from behind the Rogues, another Rogue appeared. He was different from all the Rogues who had attacked him. His body was more robust and larger. His fur was silver, a very rare color. He didn't look like a Rogue at all. His eyes were also different. Rogue had black-brown eyes, while the new Rogue had orange eyes. This was the first time Lyall had seen those eyes. But the wolf was definitely Rogue, as its scent was strong.

" I asked. Aris hesitated. "Being a wolf isn't a disease, Helen. There is no 'cure' for what he is. We just have to manage it. We have to teach him control before his body is ready for it." He tapped his tablet. "There is one thing, though. I ran a full genetic panel while he was under. To check for other anomalies." "And?" "And I found something curious," Aris said. "His DNA... it has markers I don't recognize.

She turned to the man in the driver’s seat, excitement gleaming in her eyes. “Dorian, go catch it,” she said with a sudden, childlike eagerness. “I want it as my pet.” Dorian’s knuckles tightened on the steering wheel as he squinted at the creature darting through the trees. “Ms. Reinaldi,” he said cautiously, “that’s not a dog. It’s a wolf—an Arctic one, by the look of it. Rare color, too. I’m certain it belongs to someone wealthy. It must’ve escaped.”

Something wrong. Cain, Marcus's youngest, is backed against a cliff face. Three wolves circle him, but they're... wrong. Their fur is patchy, with scales showing through in places. Their movements are jerky, unnatural. I launch myself at the nearest one, my larger size bowling it over. Up close, the wrongness is worse. Its eyes are clouded, like cataracts, but glow with a sickly yellow light. When it snarls, I see rows of teeth like a shark's.

Staying true to his reputation, Kane was a sneaky bastard. “I can smell blood up ahead.” Sparrow crouched low and shifted into his terrifying cat, Arlo. Beast could sense the unease amongst the royal elites. Not only was Sparrow a tiger shifter, but the scars and markings across his entire body only heightened the visual terror of him.

"It's very good." *"I must respectfully decline, Alpha Marcus", Adrienne said, as she began to get up.* *"Sit down and *drink*, Adrienne. It was an alpha command. Her wolf couldn't resist.* *Like a puppet, her rear end plastered itself to the wooden seat, and her hand acted of it's own accord, lifted the glass of supposed juice and downed it in one gulp.* *"Bastard", Snow seethed as the alpha command lost hold as soon as Adrienne put the empty cup down.*