Badass Werewolf Art Novels & Stories

There really wasn’t enough space for this fight, especially when wolves like Luke were absolutely enormous. I darted in front of Nathaniel, growling at the wolves in front of him. Luke shifted back to human, creeping around to the side of the room. My distraction was enough that Lyla was able to jump in from behind, Luke from the left and Fives from the right, each injecting a wolf with the chloroform cocktail. Once they were in an unconscious pile, Artemis turned back to Nathaniel’s wolf, nudging him to make sure he’s okay. He nodded.

ETHAN POV I growl under my breath as Miranda tenses and practically curls against my side in fear. The wolves challenging Andrew are covered in tattoos, but not the art I am used to seeing. The images printed on their flesh are meant to install fear. The poor excuses for artwork depict women being violated and men being tortured or killed. Two of them have their hit list tattooed on their chest. "Alpha King, thank you for taking the time to come to the South pack," Andrew says interrupting my thoughts as I approach him in the field they have chosen to fight in.

“No more. I can’t take any more right now.” He lifted his head and grinned wickedly at me. “Alright, I’ll leave your clit alone. But I mean to mount you, little wolf. I’m done waiting.” * * * Finally, my Big Bad Werewolf was done waiting. He pushed my thighs open as far as they would go and he mounted me. His cock was massive and he had to rock his hips back and forth to holster himself, inch-by-inch. The she-wolf in me had completely surrendered to him, I got no say in the matter, apparently.

"Otherwise, even in death, I won't close my eyes. My soul will return to the Moon Temple and curse you!" Looking at his grandfather's aged face and resolute eyes, Ethan finally broke down and wept, letting out a desolate wolf howl. He knew that he and Ivy were truly over. Two years later. Paris. A solo art exhibition titled "Awakening" was being held. The protagonist of the exhibition was an up-and-coming werewolf artist named "Aurora." In the center of the exhibition hall hung a massive painting: Rebirth Under the Moon. Unlike traditional melancholic art, the white wolf in this painting ran freely under vast swathes of moonlight. Its silver-white fur looked like burning white flames, full o

Viggo was even amazed at Karina's masterpiece displayed to Scarlett. Similarly, Scarlett immediately realized that the cute little werewolf figure was truly reminiscent of the Alpha werewolf from Celestria. "Wow, this is so cute! Did you make it?" Scarlett asked excitedly. "Yes. I made it based on the description of the Alpha character. Does it look similar?" Karina asked in return. Scarlett nodded enthusiastically and accepted it. "No, it looks very similar! I will display it on my study table. Is that okay?" "With pleasure. I didn't even think you would put it on your study table," Karina replied.

"But a shifter? Wolves are pretty sexy animals." Sexy! Lia hadn't heard that particular adjective applied to wolves in her lifetime, at least from humans. From them, she'd heard adjectives like rabid and vicious and crazy. And certainly those applied to the pack that had decimated her own. But Lia knew firsthand wolves could be definitely sexy. "She certainly made it believable," the woman behind Lia said.

As they were all werewolves, it was their nature to be dominant and animalistic. They were fighting to take control. As Elsa’s gaze slid sideway for a second, she saw as a group of woman had pinned down a lone wolf and were assaulting her the same way that they were assaulting Maya. The woman underneath them was struggling and snapping at them like an animal but her strength was nothing compared to the group of women that had overpowered her and were now feasting on her body. Elsa’s gaze went back to her new discovery. Her thumb slid down to that hole. She pinched Maya’s clit and then her index finger slid down to that tiny hole. She massaged the tiny pee hole softly.

“Anyway, so yeah, the two are related in the sense we both have the moon as our source, or rather, center of magic. I'll let John explain more about that one, but it all started with certain families who were given that ‘blessing’. As I mentioned earlier, many believe that it was done so by the entity that many call the Moon Goddess. And by many, I mean the vampires, mostly. And some of the werewolves.” “And they say, and by ‘they’, I mean the vampires, that when she made both them and werewolves, she then designated the vampires as the ones she would be directly linked to. And for this reason, a lot of us think that we’re more superior than the werewolves in every sense of the word. It soon

How could anyone keep stealing for fun without thinking of the consequences? He ripped one photograph off the board and tore it into little pieces. The anger made his arms start to grow bigger and clawy but he steeled himself and willed his anger back inside where it needed to stay for now. If he were to let the beast out, it would go straight to Gina and Liana, then tear both of them apart. It had taken all his willpower not to destroy them on that night. Killing them would mean less suffering for them but he needed them to suffer more than he had.

Fenna smiled at him and scraped her throat, “Because Lola is here for the first time, I would like to tell the story of Agnitus it is one of my personal favorites.” The music played with deep bass and Fenna started talking in a deep voice, “Once werewolves lived in packs of thousands. They were superior beings loved by all. But with great beauty comes jealousy. The human race got jealous of the werewolf’s majestic appearance and the unity that lived among them. A war broke out and our numbers rapidly decreased. The moon goddess was determined to not let her creation go extinct, so she made a werewolf greater than the gods themselves. A werewolf mighty and pure of heart. Her revenge rained do