Danny Phantom Wulf Novels & Stories

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.

"Anyway, the White Wolf's soldiers assigned for the operation later are Team, Simon, Seth, his girlfriend Rose Brandon and her brother, Ash Brandon." "I'm guessing the gay Wolf soldier you're talking about is this Ash?" Alexander said as he went through this Ash profile. White skin and red lips. What a perfect combination! Plus this man had an amazing muscles, abs, and well-built perfectly for him. Not to mention his name is incredibly sexy in his lips. Oh, after five years, he is so going to have so much fun later.

My breath got stuck in my throat when he got in beside me. His jaw was set. Lips set into a grim line. And his eyes? They rivalled the worst thunderstorms. I had to be in a car with him for lord knows how long. I didn’t want to be there. Another man I have only seen from afar got into the front seat. He didn’t turn around to face us but when they started talking, I realised who he was, The Wolf Slayer’s Beta. I didn’t know how name either just that he was as horrible as his alpha. Also a pureblood lycan that had way too much power.

His eyes burned a deep, blood-red, and his fangs gleamed sharp and white. Paul scrambled off me, falling back in fear, while Caio also recoiled in terror. I heard Dany shouting at the wolf to back away, but the beast kept advancing. His eyes promised blood, and I knew he was going to kill us all. Because he was the Black Wolf. The same one who had massacred his own pack. Marius Blaine.

The other Lotus member returned, knelt down and wiped at her cuts hurriedly and efficiently, revealing even more cuts she hadn't thought would be there. "Hey, you two should see this. Haven't seen the boss this dangerous in a long time," the one standing interrupted with a grin. Victor was in his wolf form, steps sure and steady as he made it to the center in one powerful leap. It made the others pause to face him, those of his pack moving in line with him and the enemy at the ready across; even the mafia sides had ceased their firing. Releasing a brief bark, the Lotus took a step back while he stepped forward. He would take them on alone.

“So, she is part demon? One of Dante’s sprogs that slipped through the net?” “No,” Lucas leaned forward to rest his elbows on his knees as a weary sigh escaped him. “Atlas and Amos don’t have wolf spirits remember? Chloe does; Hecate.” “Hecate? What kind of name is that?” “It’s the name of a Greek goddess. As far as we can tell, only the Wolfe line has a wolven spirit with a Greek name. Even Sierra and Alvaro don’t have them. So, how come she has one?” Lucas raised an eyebrow, hazel eyes darkening as the questions piled up. “I think we need to make a call.”

I spoke with a flat tone and watched the colour drain from his face and fear take over. “Kill him.” He shouted as he shifted into a muddy coloured brown wolf. One that was no match for my own. I ran straight for him, shifting mid air into Khaos' huge black wolf. One of the other wolves came at me from the side as Jack went in for my throat. Both were nothing, as I kicked my back legs out at the unknown rogue and heard the snapping of bones as I shattered his jaw. Followed by his yelp of pain. Jack, seeing that he wasn't going to get my throat veered left and jumped onto my back, sinking his teeth into my shoulder.

Sophie laughed. "You really entertained us this morning Daya. I couldn't stop laughing and to think you called her an evil spirit who was here to take over your mate got me rolling" Mira laughed. "Really? I got my wolf?" I asked excitedly. "Yes so you can stop being dump. My name is Snow, and you can call me the beautiful one" The voice said. Rather my wolf said.

"That's Dirty. He's the one that stuck his dick in my mouth. I bit him and ripped part of his dick off. My wolf slashed his chest when we tried to shift." "Your wolf is a bitch!" Dirty yelled. "So are you." I laughed. "My wolf has fantasies about you." "Really?" He sounded intrigued. "Yes. You wouldn't enjoy them." "Try me. I doubt a little girl and her wolf could have any fantasy that would shock me."

A slow, hot burn that tightened my chest and slicked my thighs. Then I saw him. He rose from a throne of ebony and bone. A silhouette of pure darkness wrapped in black leather. Obsidian and silver covered his face—a wolf's snout, narrow slits for eyes, a mouth that showed nothing but the occasional gleam of fang. The Phantom. Our gazes locked. The bond slammed into place like a physical blow. A primal snarl ripped from his throat, echoing through the hall. Conversations died. Every wolf turned to watch.