Galaxy Wolf Pictures Novels & Stories

Her eyes alight upon scattered sketches strewn across the surface, drawing her in with an irresistible pull. Picking up one of the sketches, she is met with the striking image of a wolf, its form captured in intricate detail. As her gaze flits to another sketch, a closer view of the wolf reveals its menacing features—fangs bared and saliva dripping, an embodiment of primal ferocity. A series of similar sketches follow, each portraying the majestic yet fearsome creatures in different poses. A furrow creases Rose's brow in puzzlement as she contemplates the artist's apparent fixation on these lupine subjects.

Gabby smacks her arm. There was no denying how boy-crazy the raven-haired beauty was, and I found myself praying she met her mate soon before getting into the wrong kind of trouble. "But seriously," Gabby lowers her voice. "That doesn't explain the picture. You saw him, didn't you?" Her finger is resting on the wolf with the horns, vicious snarl, and black wings. "Well, yes," I twist my fingers together, knowing I could never keep the truth from them for very long. "He's just a regular wolf who chased me off his territory—"

Alpha says. I leave out the part where she has imperial markings. I don’t need my father wigging out right now. He is actually in a good mood today. That will change when my mother wakes up. She brings out the worst in everyone around her, especially him. I wonder if mother even knows she is here yet. As I leave my father’s office, I see a picture of him and a wolf with imperial markings on the wall. “Hey, dad, who is this in this picture with you?” I ask him.

feeling. I'm beginning to panic. I can't wrap my mind around how I could be a wolf! How is this possible? I ask myself out loud as I'm pacing the yard. I feel that same feeling; my eyes are burning, my heart is beating fast, and my fingers are hurting this time more than the first time, causing me to scream so loud that my sisters come running outside. I'm now at my knees, holding my eyes shut and my hands in the pockets of my hoodie. They get to my side asking what's wrong, trying to help me up in trying to hide what's happening to me, but the pain is so intense I can't fight it monaye grabs my left hand out of my pocket when I fall over in intense pain she looks at my hand and drops it qu

I looked around, spotting a small framed picture of a burned down village, the grass and ground covered in ash. Gerwulf went over to the fireplace and caressed one of the wolves before gently forcing it in further, a loud mechanism clicking as the fireplace moved backwards and shifted to the side revealing a descending staircase illuminated by old looking light bulbs. He looked over his shoulder to make sure I was still in the room, catching me staring at the strange photo on the desk. "Eloise," his voice called out to me, much more gentle this time," you need to stay close to me. There's a lot of stuff you could knock down in the laboratory."

"Welcome, students. This is the Luna Sphere, a device that will help us determine your rank and wolf type. It's quite simple, really. All you have to do is place your hand on the sphere, and it will detect your energy." She gestured to the computers. "The sphere will send the input to the computers, which will then display your rank and wolf type. Don't worry, it's completely painless and safe." She smiled reassuringly. "Now, I know some of you may be wondering what the different colors mean when you’d touch the ball. Well, let me tell you. The sphere will glow in different colors depending on your wolf power. A higher glow with bright red is normally indicative of an Alpha wolf. Blue is typ

as much pain as I am in, there has to be a better way around it than that…. I focused on my painting in front of me, I was painting a picture of the edge of the forest with the light of the moon shining down from the dark night sky, adding a wolf laying on the grass in front of the trees, illuminated by the moon…. the wolf I found myself painting looked like Logan’s wolf, a majestic young Alpha wolf, with a deep, Dark grey coat, the light from the moon highlighting the black shadows within his thick fur, eyes of jet black….. like black jewels reflecting the moonlight….he was beautiful…. I thought …. Just like I knew he would be…..

Mom asks then I watch her put bacon in her mouth, we wolves love meat. "It's doing fine. People come in they see what they like and they pay for it. They've bought my paintings mostly which is flattering and I'm just happy I have a job at least." I really am, a celebrity even bought one of my work, I was so happy and excited. I still don't know who the celebrity is could be George Clooney, Leonardo DiCaprio, or Angelina Jolie. I never knew all I know is that a celebrity's agent walked into my gallery and got one of my best pieces. A painting of a wolf and a girl. Hollywood does love werewolves even though the unrealistic depiction of werewolves in Twilight is laughable and bizarre.

I coughed as she placed it on the table with a thud, blowing dust everywhere. “Here…” Ruby said, shoving the book towards me after flipping through the pages and finally finding what she was looking for. There was a painting of a stunning silver wolf standing beside a goddess-like woman with silver hair. The wolf’s body seemed to be made of diamonds the way it sparkled and I for sure have never seen a tail so beautiful and long. And her eyes, they were a very unique shade of multiple colors, like a rainbow. “Silver seems like a more realistic version of this wolf in the painting,” Mac remarked and I absolutely agreed with him.

Ivy whined, clinging onto Vivian's arm. "Ivy, stop being a whiny child! Eve, take him or I will take his dead body back." That seemed to have an effect on them since I haven't been serious for a while. Evelyn quickly dragged Ivy's whining butt and left me alone with Vivian. Things are about to get crazy. A howl interrupted our glaring contest, wolf appearing in front of us with low growls erupting from his deathly bloody mouth. "Uh oh-" I gulped, taking a few steps back but he stared at me with his red piercing eyes. "Hey... wolfie... that I don't the name of- how about you let me go? Huh?"