Fantasy Werewolf Art Novels & Stories

I ask, grasping his arm subliminally, "they are so huge!" "To different rooms," he says obviously, "that is the best way to get to them." "Amazing," I look at the delightful crystal fixture dangling from the center of the roof, seeing the painting painted above me. It is of wolves in the woodland, pursuing a lot of people. In any case, the unusual thing about them is that the natural's eyes are red, brilliant like the werewolves' green eyes yet an alternate tone. They are truly unnerving and scaring, sending acknowledgment into my chest. I... have seen those eyes previously.

My phone vibrated in my purse and I did not bother since I knew it would be Liam. Evangeline managed to get me interested in a conversation and it was about the art works. How her husband got them for her during an auction. She added that he liked art and I did not know when I rose to my feet to stare at a particular one. It was a Lycan Wolf. The eyes were of different colors; one was gold, the other looked red or blue. I narrowed my eyes on the image as I felt oddly attracted to the painting. The hairs around its neck appear to be totally different from that of the soft fur of a wolf. Even for a Lycan. There was a crescent moon attached to it forehead and a ring with ancient lycan writing a

A vintage chest of drawers is just outside the bathroom door, with a floor-length mirror on its left. As her sleepy gaze fell on the oversized painting hanging on the large wall opposite the bed, her brows furrowed. It is a silhouette of a howling black wolf standing on the cliff under the red moon, surrounded by fiery red clouds. Although howling among werewolves is believed to strengthen the relationship among pack members, somehow, the red moon and the fiery clouds in the background tell a different story for her. It makes her shiver, and goosebumps form on her arms and legs. Red clouds have never been associated with benevolence. “Does the alpha seek something dangerous?” she mumbled to

I stood, walking over to the window, and held it up. The carved relief was beautiful in the light. The wolf, I now realized, had something that looked like a crown floating above its head. A woman’s face was carved into the moon, serene and beautiful with closed eyes and a half-smiling mouth. I had seen that image before, in the books I’d read on Lycans back at the academy library. Was this a Lycan artifact, I wondered? It seemed old enough. But I didn’t know how or why my mother would have one.

“Is that a challenge?” “It depends on whether or not you’re willing to take it” Nathan teased and rolled my eyes making Nathan laugh before laying down by my side and pulling me to his arms again, my head laying on his bare chest, which was something I had also learned about him, he did NOT like sleeping with a shirt, due to him being a werewolf, his body heat was a lot different than that of a human, and even the human boys I knew hated sleeping with shirts, well, that’s of course unless it was winter, then they wouldn’t mind sleeping with anything that would keep them from freezing to death under the snow, which was currently covering the grounds of the kingdom, but even now, that didn’t b

I struggled to rip my hand from his grasp again," Gerwulf if what you say is true then you need to reject me. I'll only be a danger to the pack." Gerwulf's grip tightened and his face hardened," NEVER say that to me again, El. The moon goddess put us together for a reason. I think you often forget that I'm only half a wolf... which is to be expected. You've spent so much time around me that it's not shocking to you like it is others. Witches and shapeshifters can benefit greatly from one another. If you can learn to shift and control it we could become a great force to behold on the battlefield. You'll feed my magick and be able to hold your own against others."

she could do that she had not even a strand of an idea on how she got to learn them. Her mother, then Luna, had taught her that pattern. For some people, their healing was just too fast. Some powerful werewolves that existed in history were known to heal with immediate effect. One legend had it that there was an alpha whose healing ability was unmatched by any that has existed so far. It was a thing of doubt, though. But it was said that he was once stabbed with a dagger that cut very deep into his body. And while the stabber still had the dagger in his body, his tissues began to come together, almost sealing off the dagger. It was a legend. Many people did not believe it to be true. Why? B

Li produced a sound that sounded very much like a raven, and was answered seconds later by a similar sound deep in the woods. Before long, they were surrounded by several wolves, about sixteen of them, all with varying colours of pelt, from silvery-white to black to a woody brown. The largest of them stepped forward, a great big werewolf with black fur flecked with strands of silver. He morphed into a tall, middle-aged man with curly black hair, only just showing a bit of gray. His friendly eyes twinkled as he saw Lauren. "Lauren dear. It's been a while."

In stunning detail was an image of a werewolf, his monstrous member dangling between his legs as he jerked his load into the hungry mouth of a pair of women on the ground beneath him. "Wow." Mike inspected the outer cover, but there were no words on the book. Flipping through the pages, it was evident that the artist had a one track mind - werewolves fucking humans, werewolves fucking each other, and even an image of a werewolf fucking a unicorn. This last one made Mike laugh. The unicorn had buried its horn into a tree and was backing its ass onto the cock of the howling wolf behind it.

Well, whatever, not like he ever listened to me. Shoot! Now is not the time to compare our mansions! On my way down the stairs, I noticed a big painting, which made me pause again. It was of a woman with long white hair standing on top of a mountain with a wolf at the bottom of the mountain, while the full moon was in the background. It made me think of the werewolf and moon goddess folktale. What a strange painting for Zaylen to have, I couldn't help but think before I left his house quietly.