Fnaf Roxanne Wolf Novels & Stories

Roxanne insisted shouting from behind. I prefered to ignore her and kept walking without turning back. I discreetly left the house, managing no one to see me and headed to the forest. When I reached the forest, I started feeling free and carefree. Our kind is inextricably linked to the forest. We can't live without it. It's in our blood. My wolf was already wagging his tail inside my head. "Relax Frosty. I'll give you the control as soon as we go deep in the forest" I reassured her. I named my wolf Frosty due to the pure white fur she has. Apart from me, Roxanne and some omega males and females have pure white fur. The rest of the pack members are usually black, brown or dark blue. When I wa

Rebel pulls Aiden aside, “Nyx, do you want to go for a run? Roxie would love to get to know you too. I can have Austin join us.” “The more the merrier. Thank you for accepting me.” “What’s not to accept? You are gorgeous. I want to see you run!” Rebel and Austin both pull a shift. They are both black wolves, but Rebel has red highlights in her fur. I remember she said her wolf is named Roxie and Tio said Austin’s wolf was named Cronos. Nyx looks at Aiden, “Coming babe?” “Always.” He looked at everyone else, “Anyone who can and wants to come, shift and let’s go.”

They never listen! My heart pounded in my chest as I rushed her down the hall, nearly tripping over the stairs in my haste. “Someone call the pack doctor!” I barked at a passing omega, who gasped at the sight of Roxanne’s limp form in my arms before running off. I didn’t slow down. I couldn’t. The hospital was just a short drive away, but every second felt like an eternity. I kicked the car door open, placed her inside as gently as I could, and sped off. She stirred slightly, her head rolling to the side, her lips parting as if she wanted to say something. But no words came. Just a faint, pained whimper that made my wolf claw at me, asking why I brought another lady to the house.

I knocked on her door and stood there waiting and knocked again and stood there some more like someone who had not been standing in front of this exact door for forty seconds already. It opened. Roxanne was in an oversized shirt, her curls loose and messy, clearly not long out of bed, and she looked at me with an expression so flat it could have been used as a spirit level. "Oh," she said. "It's you." "Yeah." I said. "What do you want?" She asked. Tell her you're sorry, my wolf said. "Were you expecting someone else?" I asked. She stared at me. "Does it matter?" "I'm just saying, you opened the door like..."

“That as it may be, but it isn’t safe. Come on Roxy, quite being a brat and a stupid one at that.” “What the fuck? Did you just call me stupid?” I slap his chest with my hand, it’s hard as stone. “Is this some kind of kinky foreplay?” he asks as he chuckles. The deepness of it makes my core tighten. “Like you’d be so lucky, asshole.” I turn away from him but he grabs me from behind and wraps those strong arms around my waist. “Give it up already, Roxy. The wolf has the right to live in peace does it not? If you sell those pictures to the magazine, you are inviting all kinds of trouble to our pack and to the wolf and the woods that are its sanctuary.”

Her body was covered in tattoos, or as Gustav would have said, her tramp stamps, Galen reflected grimly. "What do you want?"Galen asked, his gaze darting towards the snarling wolves on either side of him. They were young and inexperienced, the girl not so. He could take the two of them easily, but with her there, it would be difficult. She had the markings of a soldier wolf, two interlocked halfmoon crescents, tattooed on her arm. "I'm Nora,"she announced, "these are my brothers, Shane and Michael. " Galen maintained his defensive stance. "That doesn't answer my question. What do you want?"

I stand to the side so he's out of my field of vision and focus all my attention on Lady Auri Fen in front of me. I start talking again, but I'm stuttering a lot and I have to start over a hundred times. — Tell him I belong to Wolf King Mig! — I ask, nervously. The words come tearing out of my mouth, but they're better than the fact that this naked wolf seems to be demanding something as he yells at me.

The crystal tattoo—hidden just below her collarbone—glowed. Her breath caught. Her bones started to shift. “No…” she gasped, her voice cracking, eyes widening. Her vision burned gold. Her fingers split, twisted, grew claws. Pain tore through her spine as her muscles rippled beneath her skin. Her bones cracked, not with weakness but with power awakening. Her scream morphed into a growl as white fur broke through her skin. The assassin raised his sword high—too slow. Seraphina rose, fully transformed. A massive white wolf—no, not just a wolf. A Lycan. Her fur shimmered like snow in moonlight, her eyes now glowing a fierce yellow.