Ginger Wolf Novels & Stories

He had to focus on the bigger issue: whoever was trying to ambush them, and Snow. The shadows crept closer. Both of them shifted into their wolves instantly. Asher’s wolf was a massive brown-ginger color. His eyes glowed pitch black, his claws were long and sharp at the edges, his fangs almost shark-like. His fur gleamed in the dark. Beside him stood Imogen’s wolf, a sleek, gray-colored wolf. Smaller in size compared to Asher’s muscular form, but still radiating danger. Her build was more feminine, but nothing about her looked weak.

‘She’s remarkable,’ he says, his pleasure at her formality resonating through me. "Right then, let’s continue with sparring," Greg says, his tone decisive. He shifts into Geras, his hulking dark grey wolf towering before us. Though Geras is large and well-muscled, I notice he’s nearly a head shorter than Zanthe. The two wolves begin circling each other, their movements calculated and intense.

I clapped a hand over my mouth again, shaking, terrified and relieved at the same time. The second rogue tried to bolt past them, straight towards me. The ginger wolf intercepted it mid-leap. They crashed, rolling, claws scraping stone. The ginger wolf tore into its shoulder, forcing it down, forcing its head aside. The brown-gold wolf lunged and finished it with a brutal bite that made my whole body flinch. Then silence fell. Not peaceful. Just… finished. The three wolves stood over the bodies, chests heaving, eyes scanning the shadows. The black wolf’s gaze snapped to me and held.

Stumbling through the entrance in a wobbly state, warped her surroundings once more and teleported her into her home, where she found a large wolf waiting. Ears perked up at her arrival and its gaze flicked to her as she fell over in surprise. The wolf was large, with glossy fur as black as the cosmos, a long, fluffy tail that swished to a steady rhythm, and eyes like glittering gold. It approached her lightly. Using its nose, it nudged her hand up to say she could touch. She hesitated, slightly recoiling in fear. The wolf closed its eyes in understanding and nuzzled her hand in encouragement. The softness of its fur soothed her instantly and it leaned into her touch before shifting into its

Gary quickly undressed and moved in behind her, his hard cock standing up and probing her dry pussy. Her blood ran cold as she felt him behind her. She sensed when he'd changed into his wolf by the change in weight on the bed. She felt his long tongue snake out to lap at her cunt. She forced herself to stay still and squeezed her eyes shut. She spoke to her white wolf in her head, begging him to fuck her. In her mind, if it was her wolf taking her and not Gary, maybe she could live through it for as long as it took. She felt the raspy tongue stroking her clit, and fooling herself into believing it was her wolf, she let herself relax, allowed herself to enjoy it. This was her wolf making love

"Quite the balls to walk into a mausoleum filled with bodies your kind helped finish off." The girl stepped forward, closer to Satake, and leaned her head toward his. "I know. My father is here too." She looked serious causing Satake to wonder if she was telling the truth. She seemed to notice the confusion on Satake's face so she offered her hand. "The name is Ginger. I had a werewolf father." Satake wearily took her hand. "Satake Crow." "Nice to meet you Satake. Jason has told me a lot about you."

“Yes, it seems Neil was right, you are being an asshole at the moment.” “Lily, it is not below me right now to pick you up from your collar and dump you outside of my room. Do. NOT. Test. My. Patience.” His wolf growled out, his black eyes turning gold, a sign of his wolf emerging from its slumber, only for his sister’s own black eyes to turn copper, challenging his with a small snarl.

I clung to Adam, "What's that?" "That's Alexander." He breathed. I watched as the dark wolf moved toward us. I realized that his coloring was a deep reddish-brown, almost like it was burgundy. I didn't want to trust Adam, but the wolf didn't growl or show any signs of aggression, which was a good sign. "That thing- the wolf, was it trying to hurt me?" I asked, looking up at Adam. "Yes." He sighed, "Come on, Isabella. We need to get you somewhere that no one will try to go or die trying to."

Either way this is going to be intense. As Jinx’s paws pad along the smooth surface of the path, a movement catches my eye, alerting me to a sandy coloured wolf approaching at speed. Jinx runs at him, mouth ready to attack before he attacks us. Jinx sinks his teeth deep into the flank of the wolf, as he jumps at him, breaking through the flesh easily. A whimper from the wolf tells me he is unlikely to be getting back up anytime soon, but Jinx moves to his neck and clamps down, jerking awkwardly to snap it, ensuring another of our enemy was ended.

If I answered incorrectly, if I said something that contradicted what a real high-ranking wolf would know, George would have his proof. "It was a long time ago," I said carefully. "The details are a bit hazy." "Surely you remember something so significant?" "She was beautiful," Margaret cut in, trying to help. "A lovely gray coat, if I recall." My heart stopped. Gray was one of the most common colors for Omega wolves. High-ranking wolves in the Coming of Age ceremonies typically had darker, richer coats. Black, deep brown, silver shot through with gold. Gray was a giveaway. George's smile sharpened. "Gray? How... unusual for a family of your standing."