Ginger Wolf Novels & Stories

"Gem, my wolf, thinks he should have two girls because the three of us have been friends for a long time. Celly found her mate and they are together but haven't announced yet. Ang and I were dating, but she doesn't want to talk to me because my wolf is a psycho. I need to apologize and convince her that she is the only girl for me and my wolf. I need to get my wolf on board. And I have no fucking clue how to do this." Ceri pursed her lips. "Why does your wolf think he gets two girls?" "Gem said we saw her first when I asked him about Celly. I know that's not a reason, but how do I convince him?" "When did you first see Celly?" "She had a movie night with Ang. Ang invited me to join them and

He rubs against me and licks my stomach while I giggle; yeah, definitely just a big puppy. I'm a little nervous as I call Tamisra forward. Alpha Gunther was pissed my wolf was black; typically, only Alpha wolves were black. In fact, I don't think there's ever been a recorded black wolf who wasn't an Alpha. She was so black she had hints of blue, which Alphas don't have, her aura was normal, and she was actually on the smaller side, so he dropped it. Stupid male egos are so fragile.

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 laughed as he jumped at me again, and I grabbed him by his leg and tossed him to the ground. "I remember this one time, the two of you decided that you wanted to beat on this one pack wolf. See, he was weak at the time because his wolf had tucked themselves away. What you didn't expect after you tossed him from that cliff and down into the gorge, was for him to come back to life." I moved toward the wolf, aware of another coming up behind me. While the murderer before me was climbing to his feet, I quickly spun around and snapped the neck of the other wolf who had just joined us.

she whispered. “He’s deploying,” Ginger said, the words crisp, final. “Which means the ones who’ve been waiting for him to be out of the room will test our spine.” I didn’t like the way that made my stomach tighten. Because I understood it. Predators didn’t go after the wolf. They went after what the wolf loved. “And what do you want us to do,” I asked. Ginger’s gaze held mine. “You keep dancing,” she said. “You keep being visible. You don’t change your patterns. You don’t huddle. You don’t whisper. You don’t act like prey.”

Miranda sneered in her serious mum tone. "Fair enough." Alpha Gray chuckled. "Nueva is an Ice Wolf. Something incredibly rare." Miranda's eyes widened, and she turned towards Nueva. "Is this true?" Nueva met her unwavering stare and nodded. "I am afraid so. This afternoon we got attacked, and I turned into a beast," she sniffled. Miranda immediately wrapped her arms around her. "I killed another wolf because my bite is poisonous to other werewolves", she sobbed into the crock of her mum's neck. Miranda stroked her back to comfort her.

But all of the scenes from just awhile ago reappeared in my mind, seeing a wolf transform right in front of me. He was different. He has a ginger color with cream milk spots on his nose, paws, and ears. But the fact that he was a wolf scares me and somehow anger me. I was just still as I stare at him. I was trembling. With anger, perhaps? Or fear. It maybe both. But... why... why don't I seem to feel the latter? Why... do I feel like... they can't hurt me? I mentally slapped myself of thinking such a thing.

"Fine by me if you want to end it in our other forms." In an instant the man was a wolf. Her bones shifted and the pain from the broken ribs was excruciating. Once she was a wolf Clara stood on all fours. The other wolf blocked her exit. He started snarling at her, lunging forward. She moved out of the way each time, but he was forcing her backwards. Realizing she would have to go through him, Clara hurled herself forward. She caught him off-guard, but not enough to knock him down. She felt his teeth sink into her back and she let out a yelp. He clamped down hard and shook his head back and forth grinding his teeth in the process.

One swift change. I was now a massive Alpha wolf, my claws digging into the dirt. I let out a deep snarl, ready to take them all on. The three rogues started approaching, snarling as they walked forward. All of a sudden, I felt something—a strong, extremely familiar scent. And then, a blur of ginger fur flew over my head. I took two steps back. It was another wolf. Huge—extremely huge. I could say he was even bigger than my wolf. Looking fast and powerful. No doubt, an Alpha wolf. With the colour, I could tell it was… Western.

GINGER She's lucky she'd almost fully developed her wolf already. It only takes two milligrams to kill a human. Her wolf died so she didn't have to. "Why do you smell like wolfsbane?" I screamed. He had his arms around me almost instantly. "Gigi, it’s okay." "It's not okay! It's not okay at all!" Tears were spilling from my eyes. I had already been emotional that morning but now that scent was putting me over the edge.