Bella The Wolf Art Novels & Stories

I have already made the appointment for her with my tat-man this evening. I redesigned my wolf's head for her. I had to scale it down considerably. I drew the wolf with more feminine features and longer fur. Her eyes are the same light blue as Bellas. I even drew her a delicate rose in her mouth instead of it baring its teeth. I had to admit I was proud of my work. It also thrilled me in an unusual way to know Bella would be representing me on herself. "I love you too, Daddy." She said before disconnecting the line.

Lucien permitted walking over to stand by her side, " Of course, these are all mine. What would you like to draw?" Isabella raised an eyebrow mysteriously. Winking at him, she mumbled glancing around, " A Big Bad Wolf." An hour later... Lucien dropped the book from his hand. Sitting up from his chair, he questioned moving on her side, " Let me see! What did you draw exactly?" His mouth hang open in disbelief when he saw her painting. She had actually tried to draw his wolf form. Though it wasn't perfect more likely a dog rather than wolf, she managed to highlight his every feature perfectly. But the title brought frown on his forehead. Big Bad Wolf..

It was indeed the truth, his wolf was the most attractive even compared to most females. Bella has the spark in his eyes which shines whenever they laugh or groan, while his fur has always been so soft and shiny despite the number of battles and dirty work they did around the pack. Just like a cat, Bella admired cleanliness and would always rush to the river for a deep swim irrespective of the time and day.

85 She was so lost in thought that she did not see Kira's wolf smashed her forcefully making her loose her stance but Bella wasn't just an ordinary hybrid, she was a special and different hybrid. Quickly Bella threw Kira's wolf away from her, smashing her wolf on a nearby tree, Kira's wolf howled in pain, she was pregnant so she was weaker.

“But she still should’ve said it nicer.” They found Rosa sniffling over a piece of parchment while Elena stood nearby, arms crossed in an identical posture to her older sister’s, clearly unwilling to back down despite Lila’s attempts at peacekeeping between them. Bonita crouched down, studying the drawing with the gravity the moment required. “I think,” she said slowly, “this is a wolf who has been in a difficult fight and hasn’t quite recovered yet.” Rosa’s sniffling paused. “Really?”

I don't even know why I thought I could find Alpha Bolin. There were plenty of skillful wolves out there searching for him and Betta Depp, the second dexterous wolf of the pack, with Alpha Bolin being the first. They haven't found him yet, so how could I, being wolf-less, do so? I sat down on the bus stop concrete seat with a small metal roof built over me to shelter those waiting for a vehicle from the rain and the hot sun, not knowing where to start.

Everything clean and organized. Then she noticed the art on the wall. A framed piece hanging above the side table. It looked old. Almost medieval in style. The colors were rich but faded like it had been painted centuries ago. Elena stood and walked closer. It was a wolf. But stylized. Powerful. Surrounded by symbols she didn’t recognize. And in the center was a girl. Young. Beautiful. Dressed in white. The wolf stood behind her like a guardian or maybe a predator. The whole thing felt both beautiful and unsettling.

I look through canvas upon canvas of artwork Lilah has clearly spent much time, care and love painting… there are landscapes… there are young children playing in the forest with a wolf watching nearby…. There is a picture of what I think is Selene the moon goddess with a white wolf by her side standing in the light of the moon…. there is a modern art portrait take of Indie which I have to say is amazing!.... there is many pictures of shadows of wolves in the background of what at first glance look like a normal day to day picture, then I pick up a canvas which Lilah quickly grabs from me…. “Oh that one is no good” she moves to get up with it so I cant see it, but I am quicker than she is and

She followed her instincts and five minutes later…she wasn’t sure of the exact time, she came to an open clearing and came face to face with a wolf. A she-wolf, taller than her. Its fur was an immaculate white with a single pink stripe that ran from the middle of its head and stopped at the tail. Its eye colour was gold and the paws were ocean blue. What was odd was that Tiana felt confident with herself, she was neither scared or intimidated by its presence but felt content. Tiana was stunned when the wolf spoke. “I’m Luna Bella, your wolf. The one meant to complete you, created to guide you. I’ve waited for this day and for you to mature so we will unite and be together finally.”

Her left hand sat on the silver wolf's head, whether it be in comfort or protection it didn’t matter, again the artist captured the bond between the beauty and beast. The painting told the story of a battle scene, the sky was illuminated by a half moon that clouds swirled around. Behind the woman below the mound of rocks sat three wolves, bent so their snouts touched the ground as if bowing to the pair. Behind the Godly Wolf were four more wolves, the largest being a red wolf, looking almost as powerful as the silver wolf.