Despicable Me Wolf Novels & Stories

The floor began to shake so hard that the silver snakes on my arms fell off. "What is that?" the mirror-face asked, her voice cracking with static. "It’s not a what," a new voice boomed. The floor of the bridge exploded upward. A giant, black-and-silver wolf, the size of a truck, leaped into the room. It had red eyes and teeth made of jagged glass. It wasn't a machine, and it wasn't a person. It was a Werewolf, the kind from the old stories, but reinforced with Board tech.

A magnificent silver wolf, its fur glistening in the morning sunlight, stood tall and proud, its presence radiating power and controlled fury. For a fleeting moment, I thought it might be Nate, a beacon of salvation in our darkest hour. But as the wolf stalked towards the approaching rogues, a strange sense of unease settled in my stomach. This wolf was larger, with a battle-scarred face and piercing blue eyes that held an unsettling familiarity. It wasn’t Mate – but who was it, and why was it helping us?

The wolf from my dream was here. It was physically here. It was massive, with glowing blue eyes. He looked pissed. Monica shook next to me. “Holy fuck…. I can't do this!” Monica's voice was laced with fear. She dropped the knife she held at my side. She turned to flee. Before she got the chance. The black wolf pounced on her. Chad was nowhere to be seen. Of course, P.O.S. The wolf growled in her girl's face. Monica began sobbing. I couldn’t let her die.

I asked, my eyes narrowing dangerously. “You, yourself,” he replied with confusion. “You told Richard you had no wolf in front of everyone at the celebration.” “Oh, that!” I smirked. “I’m sorry to disappoint you. I have a wolf, and she’s magnificent.” “What?” he screamed in absolute disbelief. “You have what?” I glared at him, the intensity of my gaze unwavering. “I have a wolf. Her name is Amber, and she’s more powerful than you can imagine.”

Her entire focus was on Melissa, her body coiled with tension, ready to strike. A hushed gasp rippled through the room as April’s wolf moved forward, each step slow and deliberate, like a predator closing in on its prey. There was a silent grace to her movements, a quiet yet overwhelming power that made even the air feel heavy. Melissa, who had been so bold a moment ago, hesitated, her confidence faltering as she instinctively took a step back. But April’s wolf didn’t stop. Instead, her growl deepened, a sound so unnatural it sent a shiver down my spine. I had never seen a female wolf like this. So fierce, so untouchable, as if the human part of her had completely faded away.

She was the only one who knew about the type of wolf I possessed and how dangerous it was—not even my parents knew. Unlike other werewolves, mine wasn't ordinary. It wasn't special in a good way; it was dangerous. My wolf, or as it was called, the Devil Wolf, was said to be possessed. It had two horns on its head and red eyes, marking it as a creature of darkness.

The growl came again, louder this time, and the Alpha's eyes widened in fear. From the shadows, a massive wolf emerged, its fur gleaming in the moonlight. The wolf was nearly as big as a horse, its fangs bared as it approached the Alpha. The Alpha backed away, his eyes fixed on the wolf, his body trembling. Amira and Kimora watched in stunned silence as the wolf stood in front of them, a low growl rumbling in its throat. The wolf turned to Amira and Kimora, and then, it did something that neither of them could have expected. It transformed, its fur melting away, revealing a human form.

They barred their fangs at us, ready to attack anyone who moved. “Where do you all think you're going, you bastards?” One wolf asked in a low tone with hatred as he shifted back to his human form. It was Jermaine with his ability to duplicate his wolf form. He snorts with his distorted face. "Hah! All of you must be crazy to have conspired with the traitors. I can't wait to sentence you all to an agonizing death.”

Emma muttered, wondering whether she should tell him the detail or not. "C'mon Emma…out with it." Melvina said with a faux smile, attempting to coax the human into talking the whole thing out. She needed the full details. "The wolf…" Emma said, then paused, looking from Melvina to Alpha Peter, taking note of his blue eyes. Does the wolf represent him or Derek? She thought. "What about the wolf?" Melvina asked, her heart already in her mouth. "He had deep blue eyes, very deep blue eyes just like Derek and…." She said, leaving her statement hanging, as she stared unsurely at Alpha Peter.