Female Wolf Novels & Stories

The rogue was super fast, but it was no match for my strength and stamina. Within seconds, I had caught up with the rogue, while the other guys later joined me in surrounding it. On closer observation we discovered that the rogue was a she-wolf, She was huge and beautiful, with golden and strains of black fur, and to top the chart, she was an alpha wolf. She didn't look wild or dirty and at first glance, you might even mistake her for just a well home breed wolf. I can't believe we have been chasing after a girl, most female wolfs are known to be weak with little or no athletic strength, but she seems to have defiled that rule.

She looks relieved at my suggestion and quickly walks around the tree. I am less reserved and simply strip off and shift into my blonde wolf. My wolf is big, not as big as Matt’s but comparable. We were a great team in a fight and often were the largest wolves around. As Rosie’s wolf tentatively stepped out, I was blown away by her beauty. She was also a blonde wolf. It was rare to see a female blonde wolf. To see her in that form, indicated she was strong. She was larger than the average female wolf. Surprising given the abuse she withstood growing up.

The pitch of the entire crowd’s muttering drops an octave. The males gathered closest to us part, revealing a phalanx of females led by a black she-wolf, a gray-haired female in her skin, and another female, maybe in her late thirties or early forties, who is somehow both furry and all woman at the same time. She looks like the NSFW character art that Kennedy downloads on her phone—so much butt and boobs and hips. My wolf draws herself up. She cowered like a pup in front of the males, but for some reason, she doesn’t want to show these females her neck. She’s trembling visibly, but she’s holding her head high.

The wolf was female. And she was gorgeous. Her fur was a neat shade of brown with fine streaks of white in a few places. The tip of her tail was white and her eyes were a striking shade of dark brown, almost black, with flecks of gold. She was just standing uprightly and looking at me but somehow she seemed to be doing it valiantly.

As Jenna and Logan celebrated their victory, they suddenly heard a loud roar coming from the forest. They looked up and saw a huge, black wolf standing at the edge of the clearing. The wolf's eyes glowed yellow, and it snarled at Jenna and Logan. Jenna felt her heart skip a beat. She knew that this was no ordinary wolf—it was an Alpha werewolf, and it was here for revenge.

A wolf roared, "Kill all but the female!" The Western Tribes' wolves lunged at them like demons.

' Urged by the woman's wolf spirit. The woman's eyes changed, her claws lengthened, and she slowly stood up. She ran silently toward Shamia, getting faster and faster until she was about to reach her back. As she was about to stab with her long claws, she had an evil smile on her lips, as if victory was within her grasp.

He gurgled, clawing at my grip, eyes bulging. “Aria is not some prize pup for you to brag about catching,” I growled, slamming him against the wall. The stone cracked under the impact. “She’s not just strong. She’s a white wolf. One of the rarest and deadliest breeds in our kind. Wolves like her are born to be legends—or nightmares.” His legs kicked. His hands trembled. “She’s faster than most alphas. Stronger than any of you. If she catches even one of you before the signal—she’ll kill you without blinking. And she won’t even shift to do it.”

Her life was bonded to his. The other voice moved to front now “my goddess!” she could hear her wolf say as she shifted on new legs, strong agile, powerful legs. She could feel a rush as electricity shoot down her spine, this body was ready to run. The black wolf arched his large head back and began to howl. She shied away for a second, then another howl joined his. She looked past her mate to see a slightly smaller gray wolf approaching from the woods, she felt her hackles go up, her new wolf body ready to fight. The black wolf, her mate stepped into her line of sight placing his head under her snout rubbing his face against hers. She suddenly felt a rush of calm come over her, and the thou

His mate. More than the desire to judge him for sneaking me into his penthouse to cheat on his pregnant wife is the wave of sadness that hits me realizing that I have never had a mate. Every wolf finds their mate at 18 years old. The ones that don’t will have an idea of what to feel when they find their mate. Hearts beating in sync, the body’s entire chemistry changing, aggravated sense of smell so you can perceive them from a distance, desire to be touched and just pure lust; things I’ve never known or experienced. Not even with Gabriel whom I deluded myself to believe he was my mate for more than two years. I trace the woman’s face in the picture, the little girl looks just like her. Setti