Novel & Cerita Glam Rock Roxanne Wolf

A mixture of shock and anger formed on Seth's face, while Roxanne, bold as she was, pulled out a handgun and pointed it at me. Oh, goodie, a challenge. I smiled as I wiggled my pinky finger ever so slightly, silently bringing a small glass vial from one of the shelves in the kitchen to float above the she-wolf. I removed the cap and poured the liquid into the air, "I'm sure that you know what aconite is?" Roxanne's face fell as she caught her breath, but she didn't lower her firearm. I was impressed. She had bigger balls than most of the wolves I've met.

He finally found the person he had waited his whole existence for and was not about to let anything happen to her. With a snarl that ripped from the depths of his soul, he let the wolf rise, bones cracked, muscles stretched, skin rippled as Zodiak surged free, a massive wolf with jet-black fur and burning gold eyes. The pain was nothing compared to the terror slicing through him, the desperate need to reach her, his mate. Nothing, not rain, not darkness, not death itself, would keep him from reaching her. With a powerful leap, Zodiak vaulted over the balcony railing, landing silently in the soaked alley below. Rain sheeted off his thick coat as he sniffed the air, locking onto her scent, van

Storm nodded that I was correct. It would definitely take time to get used to being called Luna. “Is what true?” One of my brows raised in question. “Your wolf. Is she a Phoenix wolf?” another woman asked me. Storm pushed forward, gold shimmers brightly displaying her presence. She slowly let out her aura that she had been keeping reined in. This way, they could see and feel it. Her aura alone was quite impressive. The stronger the wolf, the stronger the aura was. And, well, she was a damn strong wolf.

It was a huge square blacked off by a thick red curtain. A few minutes later, the curtain parted open, and a striking she-wolf that looked to be in her early 30s stood in the middle of the stage. She was attired splendidly, and her necklace shimmered in the bright light. Below her was a group of wolves with various instruments, playing music. She opens her mouth and starts to sing. Immediately, I was captivated by her voice. Her voice was how I'd imagine the moon goddess to sing. It was the most beautiful voice I've ever heard, and I erupted into tears.

Galore was surprised when he saw Daisy, his Lycan wolf in him howled out the one word that changes everything. 'Mate' Her beautiful scent of roses hit him hard and he removes his hand off from Flower hold and walks towards Daisy. He closed the gap between them and gently placed his hands on her cheeks. "Mate," he said out of the words possessively. "No!! I am your Mate, not her!" Flower shrieked. Wahala for who no be Flower mate 😁

It’s just her glass was already empty, only left with half-melted ice and diluted drops of the alcohol that was once there. Roxanne continued to glare, her cold aura keeping men away from her, even if she was seated on the furthest high stool at the bar. She was in her black bodysuit and miniskirt that mapped her exact shape, but only those who could survive Everest in jeans dared to come close to her at this point. Before she could order another drink, someone reached out from the side and placed a glass of Sazerac next to her empty one. Roxanne was going to ignore the company, but she was shocked by that glittering Winter Equinox staring straight at her from his wrist.

I glance upwards and use my wolf eyes to check. “No, it’s private.” Roxy nods and smiles wickedly at me. “Undo your belt and get those pants down, Big bad wolf, I’m going to give you dirty head that will blow your mind.” “Dammit, Roxy you say the filthiest things, my cock is ready to explode now.”

I cursed the moon goddess for giving me a mate who is this younger than me, it's normal for us wolves since we live for eternity, but the gap between us changes a lot of things, including our mindset. Like, I'm almost 50 and she is 18. It's almost like putting up with a child that just doesn't listen to anything I say. 'Did you got anything on the INFO I asked?' I mind-linked my beta, Milo. I have asked him to do a background check on Rose, she may look normal, but for some reason, she is just not right, I can feel her fear, an overwhelming fear, surpassing the fear she has for me. "I sent men to get information on her but nobody seems to know a person named Rose Valentine, nobody seems to k

Starting with arrogant staff members like Roxanne and that friend of hers. The day after I announced my relationship to Nex- the day I got bombarded by the media about our relationship- I made it clear to the public that there can be no one else I envisioned myself spending the rest of my days with but her. Of course, in making that announcement, there were many people who were not happy with the outcome. Particularly in knowing that ‘some nobody’- as some dared call her- was my wife. Amongst them, obviously was Roxanne. Who tried constantly to get me to dump Nex for her. Tried to seduce me into choosing her over my mate, quite like a slave I once had back in the Werewolf Kingdom. Even sland

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.