Bella The Wolf Art Novels & Stories

I mean… I had invited him. “Okay,” I whispered, and he smiled. Gently, he took my hand, leading me toward a different stall. The stall was draped in deep red and purple. It had layered beads, crystals, and old wooden relics. It looked anything but an art stall. There were paintings, no doubt—beautiful, ancient-looking pieces—probably the only thing that caught my attention. One in particular stood out the most: a lone wolf standing at the edge of a cliff. Its fur was painted in the shade of moonlight and shadows, while its eyes had a golden glow.

Breakfast ended more slowly than I expected. Aurelia insisted on showing me the drawing she'd made after the reception. It consisted mostly of flowers, three smiling stick figures, and what she assured me was a very accurate wolf. "It has four tails," I pointed out. "It was excited." "I see." Kael glanced at the page. "I've never met a wolf with four tails." "You haven't met this one." "I stand corrected." Apparently satisfied, Aurelia folded the drawing with great care before announcing she intended to keep it forever.

My mouth snapped shut against my will. He looked back at Belle. She lowered her sketchbook slowly, her wide green eyes filled with fear. "Hi," Jordan said, his voice surprisingly soft. Rough, but soft. "Hi," Belle whispered. "I like your drawing," he said, pointing to the messy charcoal lines. "Is that a wolf?" Belle nodded. "It’s a daddy wolf. He’s looking for his pack." Jordan flinched. The pain that crossed his face was raw and naked. He swallowed hard, his Adam's apple bobbing.

She scooped up some dirt into her hand and caked it into a deep cut on her stomach to stop the bleeding, then began to walk on again, hoping the black wolf was truly gone. Pieces of chipped wood, shaped lumber, and carving stones appeared over the ground as she walked. Then her chest leapt when she saw a little figure nestled against the base of a tree. She hurried over and knelt to lift a tiny wooden whittled wolf out of the bed of leaves it seemed to be so carefully placed in. Aria ran her thumb over the smooth etchings of fur and examined the soft expression the artist had bestowed upon the animal. Whoever had made this didn’t see wolves as monsters like the humans of the kingdom she’

I walked in to see Bella sitting on the edge of her bed, her hands folded in her lap. She was younger than I expected. They said she was twenty but she looked younger than that. She had brown hair, plain features, nothing that screamed scheming gold diggers like I was assuming her to be. I could feel her wolf presence and she was obviously a common wolf but I could sense another Alpha presence. It was small but it was there which means she was actually carrying an Alpha pup. ‘Just because the pup is an Alpha doesn't mean it's Gabriel's child, it could be any Alpha’s.’ my wolf said.

He was white in color, but he seemed gigantic. A scream left her mouth as she saw that another wolf stood to her left. She realized that Beta Leon had also shifted into his wolf form. Beta Leon had transformed into a brown-colored wolf. Ella had her heart in her mouth. She took a couple of steps backwards, but the wolves sniffing the human smell followed her closely. They were in the middle of the lawn, and Ella took a few more steps backwards to escape the attack on her, but the white wolf took a long leap and knocked Ella down. He soon sat on her belly and lifted his claws up to tear her apart. She closed her eyes for a moment and then looked up at the sky. She could see her favorite moon

She sighs, “I was like Bella once. I loved the outdoors, I couldn’t sit still long enough if I was kept inside. Any chance I got, I would shift and run, feeling the wind ruffle through my fur. Do you ever think I will get it back?” “It seems unlikely.” Halle had never gained hers back, my mother still didn’t have her Wolf either, wherever she was. “But Bella did.” “Bella isn’t like anyone else.” She slumps back in her chair, her brown eyes hovering on me. “What is she?” “She’s a Wolf.” I mutter, confused. Amanda had seen Bella’s Wolf. “No Wolves are not that big. She’s huge, bigger than a Rogue, but somehow she’s not a Rogue. How can someone so small turn into something so big? And something

That’s when I figured out that I’d get a painting of Collins. “Alan…” she said. I noticed tears in her eyes and I gave myself a mental pat on the back. She liked it. She really really liked it. “A girl in my home pack does them. I tried to explain your wolf to her as best as I could without a picture. She usually just draws people in our pack that she’s seen with her own eyes so this was a little tricky.” I told her looking at the picture. She’d done an amazing job though. Collins’ beautiful large grey wolf and dazzling light green eyes stared back at me from the painting.

"What are you talking about, dog? You've just mistaken me for someone. I'm not Sabina. My name is Allena. Open your eyes and look at me carefully. I'm not the person you're calling Sabina. I'm Allena, okay?" Linux suddenly growled like a dog when he heard what I said. "I'm not a dog. I'm a wolf with demon blood," he growled at me then suddenly stopped as he thought about my last words. Frowning, he looked at me from head to toe then suddenly snorted. "You're right. You're not Sabina. Because Sabina has a beautiful face."

It all felt so surreal that I could barely believe it happened at all. We took a step back when the final product was finished, and Craig and I were silent as we marveled at the piece in front of us. It had been an inspired piece from what he had submitted before. There was a girl in the middle as the center, however unlike the last piece he had created where there had been a wolf at her side, now there were two wolves emerging from her side, the parts where the connected to her body were jagged, sharp and dangerous, representing the vicious pull of the wolves inside of her as they escaped her body.