Duck Fanart Novels & Stories

"Yeah. Let's move on from that subject. What's your wildest dreams?" I thought for a moment, "Like actual dreams when I'm sleeping, or like what I want for my future type things?" He shrugged, "Both." "Let's see, when I was younger, I had this dream that cows were coming out of the lake and would raid my family's cottage and eat all the people. So now I'm afraid of cows, and I'm totally not a vegetarian." Connor laughed a bit loudly, earning a glare from the librarian. "And I really want to go skydiving and take some of those really cool pictures people have."

Dante: “Dante, for the millionth time, where are you taking me?” Aurora asked, trying to remove my hands from her eyes. I chuckled and kissed her neck, stopping her from doing so. “Patience, neonata. I didn’t know you as impatient, but either way, we’re almost there” I said, shaking my head at her. The two of us were walking through the pack’s grounds, and I wanted to take her to a stream that I thought she’d like. The surrounding was filled with flowers, and different small animals that we sometimes tended to chase when we’ve shifted. We’d never really kill them, but I knew for fact that we scared the little things.

“I understand. So, your night is ruined then?” Dillon could feel the urge to tease his best friend. But he still tried to stop himself. “Yes.” Dillon let out a soft chuckle, and if someone might see him, they couldn’t believe that he could laugh and smile. “Her fear is visible in her eyes.” “I see,” Dillon said faintly. Drake pinched the bridge of his nose and massaged his temple. “I see her strong aura on the outside, but she’s weak on the inside. I wonder what her wolf looks like.”

Dante smiled and relaxed back in the seat. "So, what's going on between you and your pet?" Valerie asked. Dante looked at him in confusion. "Nothing is going on" he answered. "What do you mean nothing?" he asked. "Nothing is going on" Dante replied. "Don't you find her attractive?" Valerie asked. "of course I do, but I am not going to make her sleep with me just because I bought her, it has to be her choice" Valerie looked at him and shook his head in pity.

Raven's POV I sat cross-legged on the carpet, staring at the green grass beneath me. Darian’s teasing statement from earlier flashed through my mind—his description of Valen looking like a flapping, swimming duck. For some reason, that specific, ridiculous description stood out to me. At this point, it wouldn't hurt to try it. I closed my eyes and pictured a serene, sunlit stream. I imagined a group of fuzzy, yellow baby ducks swimming against the gentle current, flapping their tiny wings and splashing the clear water.

This time Alexander curiosity was finally piqued as he raised his eyebrows and both of them gave Ash questioning looks. "So what's the full note all about, Ash?" "First off, a Donna is a title. The Donna bears a high rank in the Balck Wolf Clan world. Or maybe, just as what you said. This Donna might be the mole in the Clan. And, the note doesn't end there." Ash grabbed a piece of paper from his pocket and put it on the table. It was a piece of note where the handwriting was too similar. As if it was a part of the mysterious note.

What matters is not the circle of friends, but the content in the circle of friends. A piece of her drama makeup with a dusty face, pointing at the camera hysterically. And Ethan Wharton also wrote: little fool, my family. He's the fool. He's a big fool, two fools and three fools. Then, however, two people is one leng. Ethan Wharton changed her avatar. The avatar is a Q version of the picture, which shows her in this picture. There is also an outrageous bubble on it, which says: Don't you dare to shoot.

The words written under it were in a language I couldn't understand. Turning to the next page, I see the picture of a small newborn laying near a river bank with Thunder striking the sky. I turn more pages to see a tree in the centre with women surrounding it, and kneeling in front of it. These pictures...what were these? What are they trying to say? "What is this?" I ask him , looking confused at all the pictures and descriptions. "It's a diary I have made by collecting all the information I can on the death wolf." . .

Though Alpha Valor was 1000 years old, he looked in his early 30s. None of them looked their age. His mother, Luna Emmaline, looked in her 20s, the second leader of his family's small pack. She has blonde hair. The greenest eyes I'd seen. She's also tall but not as tall as the male and has a voluptuous body. All the she-wolves seem to have a curvy body, a large bust, and the ideal buttock size, which makes me wonder why Connor chose an uncurvy and ordinary-looking human girl like me.

Pepper is dragon and incredibly special. I'm lying in the grass and daydreaming because that's what lazy father dragons do for about three minutes each day. I'm imagining the portrait of Jewel and Pepper that now hangs in our great room. Mikael drew it. He barely survived Drakon's attack and his injuries keep him from a fulltime job. He has become our resident artist because he's surprisingly good. He lost most of the fingers on his left hand, but it doesn't keep him from producing amazing portraits that are now sprinkled around our castles.