Fantastic Mr Wolf Novels & Stories

Casper was tall with a muscular body that Glen could not intimidate when he said, "Who do you think you are? You are just a dog!" Casper smirked and said, "Yes, I am a dog. A very, very..." He did not finish what he was saying. He immediately grabbed Glen's neck. Casper strangled Glen using one hand that the two ladies went running out of fear. "I am a very scary wolf!" Glen was choking as he was trying to breathe, but Casper tightened the grip on his neck. "Listen to me! You will follow what I say. Do you hear me?" Glen tried to nod, and Casper let go of him. He was coughing loudly and breathing heavily.

Getting to have a meeting with three or more is already overwhelming, talkless of gathering in a party of the overrated underground Mafia. [It's not bad to try] My wolf chirped in my mind, he has been quiet this whole time. "Tsk, Amir. We shouldn't poke our nose into what isn't our business.” [Fine] He retreated into my mind. I wiped my neck with a mini towel and took out cold water from the refrigerator and poured into a glass. Amir is a special kind of wolf. An Arctic Wolf. My mother will always praise me with proud eyes for blooming into a rare and special wolf like Canis lupus.

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

“What are you waiting for? You’re going to get soaked.” Wondering again if one of the both of them was losing a few nuts he joined her. Matthew Wolffe. Nicknamed the Wolf. Self-made and successful. And he was running in the streets alongside a laughing nurse who caught his attention singing soulfully at a club. She was laughing as she shielded her head from the rain, dodging passersby. Before long they were in front of her apartment. She led him through the doors and up the steps to her apartment. They were both dripping wet by the time they got into the warmth of her home. She left his side and turned on the lights. A puppy with light brown fur danced around her legs.

“Would you please help me with the kids, guys? I’m gonna take her to the apartment now. If she sobers up, we’ll come back later. If not, I’ll let her sleep.” Siel instantly protested, “No, just give me coffee… please… I don’t want to miss the storytelling time!” “I agree, V. Myron and R will start telling stories soon and Siel might miss it,” Di piped up as she continued drinking wolf wine. “Wait… Myron your Personal Assistant and R are here? So, they’re wolves too? Are they mates?!” mumbled Siel, already half-asleep. “Yes, they are, Elena,” chuckled V, handing her a cup of very strong potent coffee, with her preferred amount of sugar and cream. “Now drink up…”

Five wolves were with the Alpha and Beta wolf, they all set out of their pack grounds till they reached the inner beautiful Greiner. "It's been years I was last here, but it feels like just yesterday." Conri's heart was full of retribution, he wish he could destroy all fairies. And it wasn't a hidden desire. Badulf placed his hands on Conri's shoulder, "we will rebuild," attempting to calm Conri down a bit. "It's time" Badulf commanded and the five shifted into wolves and they howled. The howl was heared by some fairies but decided to ignore as they felt safe. Peri however was worried on hearing it and she stepped out screaming for Nuala as she ran into Saria.

Black had wholly frozen in place. In his mind's eye, he could see Mister Wolf leaping and rolling around, howling at the Moon, then yelping with jaw-dropping happiness. The Alpha was tightening and loosening his fingers on the wood of the counter. He was trying to regain his composure, and especially to keep control of his wolf. _Mark her now! Mate loves us! You're wasting our time! _ Mr. Wolf growled between jumps. Bianca felt the shoulder she had been leaning on stiffening. She looked up and raised her eyebrows at her partner's tense attitude. She felt her cheeks turn red as she noticed the veins in his hands and forearms bulge, giving Mr. Fantastic an even more dominant appearance.

I whispered with a loving smile, "which story would you like tonight?" Mathew's face lit up with excitement, his tiny hands reaching for his favorite book. "The one about the brave little wolf, Mumma!" I chuckled as I opened the book, a captivating story about a young wolf's grand adventure. Mathew listened with rapt attention, his eager eyes fixed on the pages as I spun the tale of bravery and exploration. By the time I reached the part where the little wolf found solace under the silvery glow of the moon, my son was already fast asleep.

“Mina, why do you like the white wolf?” Mina pauses at Iris’ question, lips pouting as she thinks hard. “Well, my mom said that the white wolf is the kindest wolf of all. That while she’s powerful, she doesn’t use her power for evil. And that the white wolf can make anyone feel calm! I feel anxious around new people a lot. I bet being the white wolf is great cause you never feel scared!”

"Every part of you is irresistible." He jumped, swiftly transforming into a very tall, big, and furry wolf. Despite his intimidating appearance, I was too under the influence to find anything scary about him. Even in his wolf form, I found myself reaching out, running my fingers through his fur, feeling the strength and warmth of his body. "You're magnificent," I whispered, my voice filled with awe and longing. "Please, don't let go of me."