Aya Wolf Hot Novels & Stories

I had hope that it wouldn't just happen now. But like every other year, at this point I would wish that my name wasn't my name. I would wish that I wasn't Allison Bush, the last air of the Bush who actually is the only one that turns into a full wolf on a full moon. I was trying to run from that and some other things.. But then again, you can't run away from yourself!!

The rogue wolf sprinted toward me. My body froze. Every instinct screamed at me to run, but my legs refused to move. The creature’s yellow eyes burned with madness as it lunged, jaws wide enough to tear through bone. I braced for the impact. But it never came. A massive black shape slammed into the rogue mid-air. Kael. His wolf was even larger up close. Power rippled beneath his thick midnight fur as he tackled the rogue to the ground, his jaws snapping shut around its throat with brutal precision. The sound that followed was sharp and final.

What happened next was shocking. He dragged me back to the house by my arm and what I saw when I got inside was horrifying my parents lay dead and the house was trashed, but what scared me more was there was no scent of a rogue being in the house. Beta peter turned to me and asked what happened and why i lied i kept telling him i didn't but he didn't believe me and since my parents were dead Beta peter became the alpha and he had the pack warriors take me to the interrogation room. I sat quietly waiting for him and when he finally came he told me if I didn't tell the truth I would become the omega of the pack. He kept asking questions all night and by the end of it all he still didn't belie

That thought alone sends a surge of adrenaline rushing through me, and with a low growl, I let go-allowing my wolf to take over. The shift is seamless. Bones realign, fur replaces skin, and in a blink, I stand on all fours-my wolf ready for the hunt. I turn to see Ally shifting as well, and for a second, I'm speechless. Her wolf is stunning. A breathtaking white wolf-an Argenta wolf, thought to be extinct. Worry flickers through me. If the enemies holding my son see her, they'll know exactly what she is. They might see her as a threat... or worse, a prize.

Alfie sat up again, showing the palm of his hand to Jaden to tell him to wait a second, before pulling his t-shirt over his head and glancing at the boxers, apparently deciding to leave them on. “Oh wow, now he’s getting naked. Of course he’s getting naked.” Jaden said dramatically, turning away, which made things quite a bit easier for Alfie. When Jaden looked back at the boy he just saw the last bit of the shift happen. His boxers fell to the floor and where Alfie had been sitting just seconds ago now stood the silver wolf Jaden had taken home yesterday, looking at him and huffing in annoyance. Was it normal for wolfs to be able to express annoyance?

It is not only me that would hold this discovery, Harry to has to know- maybe as my husband or something "As I was saying, there are wolves who are so rare- the rarest of the rare. Wolves who are immune to silver because it flows through their veins. Have you wondered why Alora is not as sick as you? Even though she was also exposed to a large amount of silver like you? You have not wondered why an omega would be more immune to silver than am alpha?" "After that, you never let me see her… I never knew she was not affected…" Harry rasp tiredly in response. "Shut up and let me talk!" I growl angrily at him for stopping my very dramatic moment. "Have you heard of wolves whose blood can heal any

My wolf revels in the simple joy of the run, the temporary freedom from human worries. The moon hangs high overhead, bathing the forest in light that filters through the canopy. My Beta, Alaric, a massive gray wolf with battle scars crisscrossing his muzzle, flanks me on the right. He's been by my side since I took the mantle of Alpha after Lyla's father died. On my left runs Aria, the pack's head warrior, her russet fur gleaming as she moves with lethal grace.

We were talking in an undertone, the men were quietly talking about their own, and I, taking advantage of the moment, while they were not listening to us, asked Alina: - Aline, werewolves can't drink alcohol. How then are they? - I shook my head towards Maxim and Alexei. She turned lazily, looked at them, and, turning away, also quietly answered: - So this is not an ordinary cognac, specially developed - for werewolves. By the way, in our flock they let him out, - she yawned, - A very expensive pleasure. - Why?

It always wants to go ahead and tear her. Selina smiled proudly. She reached out and stroked the large wolf fur beside her. It has smooth black fur, and its yellow eyes are somewhat cold, but when being rubbed by Selina, it retracts its combative evil. "Windy, you take care of her." “Guru!” After a loud howl, only the gray-haired wolf named Windy was relieved to use his sharp claws to kill Orla. Orla only had time to scream, and then there was silence.

as he quickly stepped back raising his hands in defense. “I didn't get to change you myself, although I wanted to but I had the pack nurse do it I promise.” “What did you mean by you have warriors chasing after them?” Zayn exhaled, running a hand through his hair. “This might be hard to understand for now, but… I am a wolf, the alpha of the Shadowcrest pack and you my dear are my fated mate. I have waited my whole life for you.” He paused, his eyes scanning my face for any sign of understanding.