Demi Wolf Novels & Stories

this person said as I looked to my left and saw me, like me, wearing the same outfit and hair colour, and we sounded the same. "Who are you?" I asked a question that wasn't the right one, but I already asked anyways, "Well, I thought I responded to that before. Well, my name is Dominique, and I am your wolf. Well, we are more like healers. We don't shape shift like others, so it's okay, but we have greater powers than them.".

“And this time… it’s not a test. It’s an escalation.” I swallowed, hollow humming in response to his fragment. The bond flared softly, tethering me to him, grounding me. Every step I took in the courtyard carried the weight of anticipation, the knowledge that whatever arrived would push us to our limits. ------------------------------------------------- The first wave emerged from the treeline, three rogue demi-gods, shifting between human and wolf forms, eyes glowing with volatile energy. Behind them, fragments of god magic flickered faintly, floating like shards of molten light, unstable and dangerous.

to respond. “ I’m okay. I just haven’t had sex since we broke up, so it’s been a while. also, do you have bites in your mouth? And did you always know you were a wolf when we were together? And was your brother ever really sick? “ Arron grabs a glass of water and hands me one “ yeah my mouth is a little sore we did get rough and yes I’ve always known Im a wolf I shifted at 6 years old well that is the first time I remember but my mom says all of her sons were shifting since new borns it’s said that makes naturally shift early we are of superior sex and to answer your question no my brother wasn’t sick not exactly he was experiencing his first transformation and he had been in pain longer th

A familiar heat pools between my legs, but I am too worried that I would throw up on him if I tried to sleep with him. “There is something else we need to talk about,” Deimos says as he rubs little circles on my legs. “It is about your wolf.” “What about her?” I ask defensively. “She is a white wolf,” Deimos explains. “Majesty is incredibly rare.” “Okay,” I say suspiciously. “What does that mean?” “We don’t know,” Deimos sighs. “But your mother went to find some witch sisters that she thinks could explain it to her.”

I heard Demitri say. Oh dear, he is not backing down. I thought and watched Demitri shift into his wolf. It was huge and brown with some traces of white fur scattered evenly in the brown fur. If the huge black wolf with the white collar was Damien's wolf, he was bigger than Alpha Demitri's wolf. I did warn you. Don't blame me for my actions. Ariana, brace yourself. I heard Sapphira say, and wondered what i should brace myself for.

he continued like there had been no banter between us. “Shift, you mean like when you pull out your nasty face?” I asked. “I’d rather you didn’t call it that, and yes, in a way. They turn completely into a wolf and not like the wolf-man movies you see. They are actually dire wolves; they have just gotten so good at hiding themselves that humans think the species has become extinct.” “I call it your nasty face because you’re snarling and mean-looking,” I said in a low voice. “I would not have minded if you’d not also said that Demons have nasty faces,” he said in a tight voice.

My wolf body was covered in thick silver fur instead of my white and black fur. "she's awake... But she's a... Wolf?" I had to admit, I was surprised too. From what I'd learned, the Moon people were not wolves. Not even Arian. The only reason Deamian became a wolf was because his dad was one. Mr Grimmwolf turned to look at me. He smiled, not surprised, but knowing, and then turned back. "guess you're too late!" he was speaking to a large group of rogues and humans who looked way too pumped up on magic to be just normal wolves and humans.

I laughed as I looked at the image of the snow demon. Both visions disappeared and the image of my she-wolf remained in front of me. So she was talking to me? The she-wolf turned her head to one side and there appeared the image of the black wolf Michael in animal essence. He looked at my moon, not tearing his fiery gaze. But the moon turned away in the opposite direction, where the image of the snow demon, Marun, appeared. He was also in his true essence as a demonic beast. The white wolf also looked intently into the eyes of my she-wolf. There was snow in his eyes. The moon turned away from him in my direction, thereby making it clear that it was still up to me to choose.

“The witch is coming our way. She is coming in hot and anger. Braces yourselves for her. If you have any trump cards I suggest you pull them all out now because you will need everything you got to survive.” They chorused ‘yes’, rushing tents to get through weapons. I took her chance to get to high ground. I looked towards Zulu’s group with the telescope. I flinched immediately something can to my view. It wasn’t like any wolf I was used to seeing. The marks on this beast told me that it was a demon wolf. I grinned. That boy has one hell of a Trump card. I watched as he handled the witch’s men well enough to get the wounded Zulu away. That rest of his men following.

A black blur slammed into the demon-wolf from the side. Darius, in his massive wolf form, had launched himself at the creature. His jaws clamped down on its throat while his claws raked its sides. The demon-wolf roared and twisted, trying to shake him off. I scrambled to my feet, watching in horror as they fought. Darius was huge for a werewolf, easily seven feet tall in his wolf form. But the demon-wolf was bigger, stronger, and it didn't fight like a natural creature. It moved with impossible speed and brutal efficiency.