Galaxy Wolf Pictures Novels & Stories

He smiled finally, showing Archer and I the book, he held so close to his chest, placing it down on the desk in front of us, the old papers showcased the point he was making. Looking right back at us was an old hand drawn photo of a wolf, deep in the dark woods but the wolf’s fur bright white, with little specks of gold as though some gold dust had been sprinkled over him. With a tiny gasp, it was as though I was looking at a photo of my wolf. “It looks exactly the same as yours.” Archer tells me staring in my eyes, where I had to take a deep breath in to not burst from all this inane information going in all at one.

I don't know why I didn't notice this earlier. I took the file and stared at the logo. It was a picture of a black wolf with red eyes and some shade of gold in it. The wolf was surrounded by a crescent moon. It can't be a coincidence that a wolf is their company logo and that I always saw Wolfie close to the company. It seems there is some kind of mystery about the company. My phone rang interrupting me from my thoughts. "Hey Kayla" I greeted placing my phone on the table "Ry, how are you?" She was sitting on her bed and was already in her pyjamas.

It hit like a tidal wave, dragging me under all over again. I forced myself to stand, weak and shivering. As I turned toward the mirror, something caught my eye, just for a moment. My wolf was there, but not like any I’d ever seen, she was massive, jet black, darker than night, darker than death itself. Her eyes burned like fire, vivid orange flames dancing in a soulless void. I screamed and stumbled backward, crashing to the floor, my heart pounding like war drums. When I dared to look again, she was gone. Only my own reflection stared back, shaken. What are you? I thought, clutching my chest.

He paused, his eyes scanning my face for any sign of understanding. “I couldn't help but laugh, I guess either I'm hearing things or I'm not the only crazy one in the room.” Zayn stepped closer, his movements deliberate and careful, as if I might bolt at any moment. “You’re a wolf,” he said, his voice steady. “You always have been. You just didn’t know it yet.” I burst out in laughter once again, sharp and bitter, verging on hysteria. “You’re insane. This is insane.”

Then she felt his hand on her chin, tilting it upwards so she could lock eyes with him. "Why?" He asked, emotions oozing off his face, taking her by surprise because he looked way different from the expressionless Turstin face. "Why does my wolf act like this?" Amelia gulped as she didn’t have any answer to his question. She was not being able to breathe as she stared into his dilated Hazel eyes. About his wolf, she didn't know what he was talking about.

Looking around he was grateful the Omegas had kept up their cleaning schedule despite his erratic behavior. "Is this your room Cole?" She spoke quietly as she wiped her eyes with the back of her hand and looked around. She liked this room. It reminded her of him. In fact, she loved this room. A leather chair in the corner, a bronze sculpture of a wolf on the dresser, and a portrait of a chocolate brown wolf on the wall. She stared at it. It looked familiar some how. And then it dawned on her. It looked exactly like the wolf in her dreams. It even had green eyes. It had Cole's eyes!

He handed it to me excitedly. Funnily enough it was a picture of two cartoon wolves. For a child that is almost five he is very smart and skilled. Most four-year-old kids just scribble when they color but Walker colors in the lines better than most adults. I notice how one wolf is all black with bright blue eyes and the other is a chocolate brown with yellow eyes. I sucked in a gasped breath as I realize I’m looking at the colors of Zayden and Grey’s wolves. “It’s beautiful baby. How did you pick the colors for the wolves?” I asked.

Amid chaos and turmoil, the golden bright light dissipated, revealing the majestic figure of Skylark Bluedawn in her wolf form. She was a beautiful white wolf with a striking gold stripe adorning her forehead. Growling fiercely, she stared down Wolf Arthur, challenging him with every fiber of her being. Meanwhile, Wolf Payne struggled to get up, whimpering as he yearned to protect his beloved mate.

The trees seemed to huddle close, their branches twisting like fingers. But it was the paintings that really held me. He had paintings hung up on his walls. Pictures of werewolves They were everywhere, spaced carefully along the walls. Each one was different, from Alphas to Betaa to Gammas. I could tell by their images from my intense research on them. Landscapes drenched in moonlight. Wolves hidden in the shadows, their eyes glinting like stars through the dark. And the portraits... those were the ones that made me pause.

He slumped in his chair as he leaned back. “We’re lucky to be single.” Justice met Tiger’s steady gaze. “Are we? I think Fury would disagree. His Ellie is worth it to him. Their love is true.” “Yeah. You have a point but so do I.” Tiger grinned. “Let’s make a pact. We won’t tell anyone if we ever fall for a woman from the outside. Between humans thinking we’re twisted bastards who brainwash women into being with us and our own kind watching us to see what happens when we are with humans, let’s skip it and keep it on