Bigby Wolf Forms Novels & Stories

I growl. I stand and begin pacing my office then look at Beta Kirk, "why are you here?" He turns his head in my direction and exhales loudly, "rogue wolves are forming a pack in the south, I thought you should know." I stop and lean against my desk, "forming a pack? how big?" Kirk stands, rubbing the back of his neck, "it was reported at least 75 could be more, could be less, but to see that many organized is worrisome."

And he wasn’t easily spooked either. “Did you follow it?” “Of course. But by the time I crossed the ridge, it was gone. No paw prints, no trail in sight.” I walked around the desk, still looking at him. “Oh? And you're sure it was a white wolf?” “Pure white, Alpha.” He said. “And big. Bigger than any of us in wolf form.” I was about to question his sanity, considering I had the biggest wolf around, but I simply nodded. “Alright Derrick.” I said after a long pause. “Thank you. That’ll be all.”

“Of course, you know how being a late bloomer sucks the life out of you. What makes this new?” “It’s getting worse. And If care is not taken, anything might happen. She is worried sick about what it might mean. You know what I mean, being without a wolf for the rest of your life. If she is unable to shift and find her mate before the Carmella, she would be banished or married off to churn up hybrids for some Western beast” “It doesn’t mean shit. She only reads too much into things. She should wait. I know how it feels, I felt the same way while waiting for that beast of a man. Remember?’’

They should be the ones; I guess they had opted for a more natural mode of transport. Wolves of different sizes and colors began to come closer; they each had a bag attached to their body and secured with a clip. But there was a wolf that stood above them all, and I needed no Sherlock to tell me which was Lucas. He is easily the biggest of all the wolves. His fur was a dirty brown and white color with a white underbelly, and he was staring at me straight in the eye, and I shivered. Even in wolf form, he still had power over me.

he says, "Let's meet our wolves." "I have no clothes to change into." I hurriedly say. "Don't worry about that." Don changes to his wolf form. His wolf is a very big and grey wolf with black eyes. His wolf moves closer to me. I stretched to touch his fur; I rub my hands in his form for a few minutes before I decide to change into my wolf form. My wolf has been dying to come out. My wolf is a smaller wolf compared to Don's; it is a light brown wolf.

“Alpha Collins West.” “Now!” The man yelled, and ran out of the field. The green space was left for them, and they shifted into their wolf form immediately. Alpha West wolf was bigger than Ocean, and it was a brown wolf. His wolf was a lot more mature than Ocean. I thought Ocean’s Wolf was big, but it wasn’t compared to Alpha West. Ocean’s wolf was still growing, and out of the corner of those yellow eyes of his wolf mixed with blue, which made it seem like a blue flame, he was watching me.

How did I get so lucky! She was in her wolf form and OMG! Her fur was exquisite, pitch black with twinkling scattered hues of silver and gold throughout! If the midnight sky had a Wolf, this is how it would look! She had a patch of pure white fur on her chest in the shape of a Crescent moon. Her long gorgeous mane was braided with gold beads on the ends. And she was massive yet elegant! Twenty feet tall at least, the only wolf I knew that was as big as her was Kane! My GodPa Mannys' wolf. Gasp! That's who I need to speak with, to help me understand what it is I'm going through, my Godparents! GodPa Manny and Momma Keya! 'That's actually not a bad idea Abijah. I know they'd love to hear from

We couldn’t leave anyone behind. And then I saw Alyssa. She was beside Caleb the grumpy teenager who was now in wolf form. He was inexperienced, his movements still clumsy, but his size made him comparable to a beta. His dark gray fur shimmered under the dim moonlight as he faced off against a snow-white wolf. Caleb was fighting with everything he had, but his hesitation gave the white wolf the upper hand.

The next second, his small tail, which had been involuntarily wagging, froze for a moment and disappeared with a swish. Tristan spoke in a deep voice, "Do it again." This time, the cub didn't forget his little tail. At first, lyrai was sunbathing, taking pictures of herself, enjoying the sunshine with her eyes closed. But then she quietly moved toward the father and son, perking up her ears to listen. She was quite curious about what Tristan was going to say. "...We werewolves have four different forms." "The first kind is the pure wolf form," Tristan said, holding a book that he had somehow acquired. In the picture, a large green and black wolf stood on the grassland, baring its sharp teeth

Saliva dripped from his snarling jaws as he crouched, preparing to attack. The two wolves collided with a thunderous crash, their snarls and growls echoing through the bakery. Claws raked fur and flesh, teeth snapped with lethal intent. Ryker’s agility countered Bruce’s brute strength as they moved in a flurry of strikes and evasions. Despite the chaos, Ryker’s every move was calculated, his wolf form exhibiting both power and precision.