Despicable Me Wolf Novels & Stories

I was, without a doubt, the happiest wolf alive. The End

“The Megetsune holds five faces—each a manifestation of pure destruction. The first is Possession. The second… Devour.” He pauses, jaw tight. “It’s not just a beast. It’s an abomination. Imagine a creature resembling a wolf, but taller than any Alpha, with piercing blue eyes, obsidian stone skin that deflects blades, and a speed that shatters the eye’s ability to follow. It hunts wolves. Only wolves. It never stops once it chooses a target. It’s madness incarnate.” A chill coils in the air. “Shit,” Lucy breathes, arms crossed tight against her chest. “So if this thing gets loose… how the hell do we even kill something like that?”

I slowly turned my head until I saw the huge wolf coming toward me, licking its lips. “Ahhh!” I screamed, but the wolf pounced on me, knocking me onto my back. The impact was hard, and I felt some pain in the affected area. The wolf was on top of me, and I couldn’t do anything. It sniffed my neck, ran its tongue along my nape, reaching my chest. With its paw, it tore my shirt, revealing just my bra. I quickly searched for a stake or something to defend myself. I found a stake nearby, but before I could hit the wolf, it gave one last growl and ran off. My chest was heaving rapidly; I thought the people in the lake would hear my scream and come help me, but they didn’t. When I got up as best I

I felt it this time—the way my bones snapped and cracked, the way my body ripped itself apart to force me back into something smaller. Something human. By the time I stopped shaking, I was collapsed on the floor, my breath coming in ragged gulps. The men holding me down didn’t move. “He’s not a wolf, Alpha,” someone muttered. “He’s a fucking freak.” The words barely stayed, but I felt Desmond step closer. The heat of his presence, the sick amusement curling off him like smoke. A hand curled around my jaw. Tilted my face up. Desmond smiled. “He’s an omega,” someone spat.

No one knew more clearly than her what would happen to a weak wolf. And Irene’s worry had come true. Eric’s wolf was abnormal. His all fours were slightly shorter than normal wolves, but his tail was really big like a fox, which made him almost impossible to run too fast or be acute in fights. And worst of all, he looked like those really cute artificial human pets with genetic flaws, but he was an Alpha wolf. An Alpha wolf can be hideous, ferocious, beautiful, or even disabled, but it can never be cute. “Cute” is just not the word that could be used to describe an Alpha wolf.

I stroke her face as I start my explanation. “My wolf is a part of me. He is like another person inside my mind. We're not restricted to stay in only one form. I can be wolf and he can be human. When you see me have that unfocused look, it’s when I talk to him in my head. I already told you his name is Demon. He is the animal side of me, much more... primal, instinctual and impulsive, so I have to warn you, he’s going to be really touchy if I let him out and I don’t want him to scare you.”

I guess it’s best that I see him tomorrow—-. “Urgh….” Hmm? I turned back to the master bedroom. That sounds like Rum. I inched closer—. “Urgh… Grrr…..” Oh no! Did he really get himself a pet and that animal had gone savage on him? “Rum! Are you alright?” I dashed into the room. “Fuck!” Rum shouted like a warning. “Don’t come in—!” But it was too late. I saw it: A wolf. The size of two limousines stacked atop each other. It's fur the shade of night with silver tips that shimmered under the moon beams. It's eyes, two deep blue sapphires glowing like the Devil's fire in the dark.

Z saw in the hologram how horrifying the wolves were, how a few drops of their saliva sizzled to a Wielder’s skin, and how Henmulga couldn’t defeat it, as she’d been reduced to running away. In the final slide, the wolf’s prominent feature had been shown again. Unlike the normal ones, it has a furry body that’s inflamed with blue energy, dancing gracefully from its feet, all the way to its wide-set toxic eyes. The class then ended with Ms. Marietta's note that even a wolf's bark was fatal, for it alone could render the Wielder immobile. Z had been awoken when her head banged against the table. She shook her head, trying to fight drowsiness; however, the more she resisted, the more the whispe

"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."

Maybe he likes me back in secret but is just too shy to say it. ‘He doesn’t like you Delancy! He made that clear to you already, You are just being delusional. This is embarrassing for the both of us.” My wolf huffed and whined, she probably hates me right now for ‘embarrassing the both of us’. ‘Damn right I do but you can turn around and leave now and save us any further embarrassment.’ My wolf added. ‘You can just pretend to be drunk tomorrow and say you don’t remember what happened then we can all move on from this embarrassing ordeal.’ My wolf said again like she just came up with the brightest idea in the world.