Felix Wolf Cut Novels & Stories

"Joyce, have you really thought this through? You have a natural advantage in combat. You're the most talented she-wolf I've ever seen, but once you go to the Land of Winter, you won't be able to contact any werewolves for the next twenty years, including your family. "This mission is really dangerous. You might even die there. Didn't your mother pass away in the mission too?" The Elder of the pack, Dylan Admiral, was patiently trying to dissuade me. After all, he watched me grow up.

“I like wolves.” Felix’s eyes glinted with mischief as he made a decision. “In that case, I’ll grant your wish.” Before I could even comprehend what was happening, I heard the sickening sound of shifting bones. My breath hitched as I saw him drop to the ground, his form twisting, bones cracking as he changed. Within moments, Felix had shifted into a massive wolf, its fur a dark gray, its eyes glowing with a feral, predatory light. My heart pounded as the beast loomed over me. I stumbled back, the terror gripping me like a vice.

' My wolf said and imitated gagging noises. I stopped running, Eckley ran to the end of the block and turned around and sat down. I walked over to him. "So you think it's funny that Carson can't catch me?" Eckley barked and smiled. "I think it's funny that a wolf can smile." I reached out and touched his fur. He pressed his head into my hand. I rubbed him behind his ears. "I shouldn't treat you like a pet dog, but your fur is really soft."

Toby tried to explain but i could still hear Alpha Flynn’s low growl. Suddenly i heard bones cracking. Did he just change into his wolf form or something? Inside the freaking house? I quickly opened the door and walked outside. I found Toby, still in his human form, and Alpha Flynn, already changed into a big dark grey wolf. The frames on the wall are all on the floor, cracked. He obviously is bigger than any other wolf that I have ever seen. Even bigger than Toby's wolf form. "Mitzy, get inside your room right now!" Toby yelled, covering me with his arms.

Grudgingly, they agreed. I took out the first aid box and looked for the scalpel. Thankfully, I found the laser scalpel to cut to make it easier to remove. The wolf howled in muffled pain to reduce the loudness of his cry. I took the scissors and clipped the wire within it, gradually drawing it out. Oriel and Sylvia stood watching in total shock. I wouldn't say I was excluded. It was my first time doing such a thing. I silently prayed to her to make this wolf live.

I heard the lock click— Boom! The second blast was worse. The floor beneath us moved. Lights flickered. Dust fell from the ceiling. People screamed. And then… silence. And then—growling. My heart stopped. I looked up, and there it was. A wolf. Huge. Majestic. Towering over Mr. Felix, who’d already shifted into that grotesque hybrid form—claws, fur, fangs, and a face that barely resembled the man he used to be. They clashed.

Mercedes's heart started to pick up the pace, awakening her desire as well. " If you are no longer sure about us taking a shower together, you had better change your mind now. Once we are inside, I don't think I will be able to control myself," Felix says breathlessly and felt hot. His eyes switched between his and Roland's. His wolf was awakened and viciously clawed for control. Felix was having a hard time keeping himself together.

The wolf obeys Kate and begins clawing into Cassie's chest. "Stop, Kate. Cassie is your friend. She loves you and baby Belle, stop this! There is nothing between Cassie and I. Cassie loves you! Stop this, Kate!" I scream at her. The only way to stop the wolf is to stop Kate. I have to stop Kate. I look around the kitchen for something to knock Kate out, I grab the skillet off of the stove and clock Kate in the head hard, knocking her out cold. Kate falls to the floor, and the wolf disappears.

— I will go with you to look for my sister. Miguel growls, displeased, and looks down at the fortress below. — I should have left her in Tarus'dei, but... — he trails off, lost in thought. — But I wouldn't have accepted it — he adds. - It is my sister. The wolf shakes his face, reaches inside his cloak, as if he were going to scratch his back, and takes out something silver that catches the moonlight. It is a type of thin and long dagger.

I made a mad grab for the knife and he snatched his hand away, “No no. It’s mine now.” The look he gave me was almost impressed, certainly curious. “I thought you wolves had a thing against silver.” He examined the knife carefully “This is excellent craftsmanship. Really old design, pure silver.” He looked back at me. “How are you able to even wield it?” It was true that wolves couldn’t bear to touch much less fight using silver but I’ve been taking bits of liquid silver and training with such blades since I was ten. My father had made sure of it.