Emerald Wolf Novels & Stories

But not just any. She was feral. Beautiful. Unclaimed. “Lost?” I asked, stepping closer. She smirked. “You’re the one circling like a dog. Who’s really lost here?” I chuckled. “I’m Lycan.” “Vera,” she said, her voice low and sultry. My wolf growled, not in warning—but in hunger. “You smell like danger,” she said, sniffing the air between us. “And sex.” “Maybe because I’ve had too little of both.”

Different packs turned up in the mountains and in the woods whenever it was going to be a full moon. Shit, Emelda panicked. She had managed to hide her wolf side from Darius and his men. For some reason, she didn’t want them to know about that part of her. She sensed that they could Want to exploit it. She was a witch-wolf hybrid, that wasn't a common breed around Lakewood. And so she had kept it hidden, she had even cast a spell that shielded her. No wolf could sniff her out. But there wasn’t any spell she could do that was going to prevent her from turning into a wolf when the full moon came up.

Kevin asked with tears in his eyes. "Garnet is an Alpha Ace wolf like me, and Emerald is a Gamma ace wolf," I explained. "Fuck!!!" he said, screaming into the air. "The madness?" he asked. I did not know how to explain that part because I had lost my mind during and after the fight with Murray.

Elsie slowly turned. Standing several steps away was the most beautiful wolf she had ever seen. Its fur was pure white, almost glowing like moonlight. Its eyes... They were the exact same shade of emerald green as hers. The wolf smiled. Or at least... It somehow felt like it did. Tears filled Elsie's eyes. "No..." She whispered. "It can't be." The wolf slowly approached. "It can." "I searched for you..." Elsie's voice trembled. "For years." "So did I."

Her eyes held anxiousness, worries, fear, and her expressions let me conclude that she had never something like Miracle. The lady must have been a werewolf or something supernatural for she disappeared in an instant after that unwanted encounter. Unlike Emma's wolf Emmy, Miracle is a brown wolf with a brown, thick, bushy tail, and long ears with light chocolate inner skin. Miracle is a huge wolf. Emma didn’t believe it after she saw Miracle for the first time.

He was jet black, a slight silver shimmer to the fur when the sun light caught it…. The wolf looked up, as if realising I was here, he looked straight at me…. Those eyes… oh…wow…..they were a black colour but there was a hint of a deep emerald green to them….

Emerald said, I really didn't understand her words. "What do you mean by that?" I asked. "Just like a wolf pick signals of his mate, so does a pup pick signals of his or her father, keeping two wolves away from each other, is like keeping off two attractive magnets away from each other, they'll surely get to meet each other someday." Emerald explained as I got scared by her words. "So, you're actually trying to say that, Damien and Darren will surely meet each other someday?" I asked as she gave a nod.

Realizing that she caught me, she was embarrassed and tried to get out: - What is your color? - I have a fair one, but no matter how strange it may sound, purple is clearly seen. And-and-and ... - fell silent. The devil felt my curiosity about the appearance of her brother's wolf, but apparently she was waiting for a question from me. Silence reigned in the room, and I did not dare to ask the question I wanted to. I thought - amber, ametrine. Maxim mentioned some kind of Slavka Oniksov - all these are semi-precious stones and the names are appropriate, and his mother from the Silver flock is metal.

Our breathing is heavy as I roll onto my back and pull her on top of me, making her straddle me. She pulls away from me and sits up. She’s wearing an oversized t-shirt with some rock band I’ve never heard of and a pair of gym shorts. I snarl, a deep growl erupting from my chest. I sit up and ball the edges of the t-shirt into my hands. “I don’t like you in another man’s clothes,” I growl, feeling my wolf clawing for control. Emerald’s face flushes, and she bites her lower lip. Her wavy hair frames her face, making her look wild.

The small white wolf standing in front of me made me smile, a white wolf, an Omega, the rarest of the rarest wolves out in the world, there are only five of them in the whole world, and now he's the sixth one. "Good boy," I say petting his head and making him smile, he's such a small wolf, I don't know why Aiden wants us to shift in the basement, from the first day he came in here and shifted to his wolf form we saw him a small white wolf, fainting right away. Aiden had his doubts, saying we might be wrong, that we haven't seen him correctly, but I knew what I saw, he knows what we saw that day. We kept our eyes on him while he trained, not showing any special treatment toward him yet, we di