Goldie And Bear Big Bad Wolf Novels & Stories

"Don't you dare bring up that topic? I might end up killing you" I laughed and kept mute. Something suddenly came to mind and I jumped on my seat. "I want to see your wolf," I asked, throwing Pinky off. "No," she answered. "Please," "No, Babe. It might scare you," I pouted "Can't you see how excited I am to see your wolf now?" "You won't be so excited by then," I replied. "Please," I gave her the puppy eyes. "Fine," she groaned, succumbing to my persuasion.

David's eyes darted across the enemies until he found a black wolf in their midst, looking with sorrowful eyes at the white wolf that a Gigabeetle is carrying. "Found you, make it rain here, boys!" He clicked the wolf, and the snails released their fireballs. But instead of trying to cover, it jumped straight at them. The wolf opened its mouth, and all of the fire was eaten by it. Its eyes began to glow brightly, and its fur caught fire while it was falling once more to the ground. When its paws touched the soil, the world turned white for a moment before a thundering explosion resounded. ---

he muttered as a string of his spittle dribbled down his chin. Aaron looked disgusted at first as he wiped the snot off with his shirt. Then he stared at Casper before giving an amused chuckle. He looked toward Jake, pointing at Casper as he laughed even harder. Jake gave a small awkward smile in return, like he didn't know what else to do. But then Aaron's smile disappeared and he turned back to Casper. He smacked him on the face with the side of his gun before grabbing his hair and pulled harder. "Now, if you don't tell me where my stash is…” he whispered, leaning closer, "I'm going to blow your fucking brains out.”

The gold light in my arm turned white. And for the first time in ten years, I felt the signature I’d signed finally begin to burn away. But as the servers exploded, a new sound arrived from the courtyard below. Not puppets. Howls. Real, raw, terrified howls. The "Golden Pack" was waking up, but the world around them was no longer gold. It was turning black. "Mommy..." Leo whispered, his stuffy nose wet with tears. "The bad wolf... he didn't die. He just... went into the ground."

She grabbed Jake outside and whisper-yelled, "Who do you think you are?" "Babe," Jake smirked, "I'm the Big Bad Wolf. No one messes around with me."

Andrew continued, unperturbed, "I name you Brown and you will answer Brown." The wolf growled in resistance, "Answer, Brown!" Andrew commanded. "Yes, Alpha." The wolf responded, "I am Brown, I will tell you everything and will not do anything to harm you or myself." "Good." Andrew smirked, "Now who are you? Who the fuck sent you? And what the fuck are you doing in my territory?" "Stop!" Emily clasped her hands together, allowing power to flow out of her. The bear froze and was suddenly lifted into the air.

" 'Xavier Bass' he's a university's 'Big Bad' and if you want to study without getting yourself in trouble than you better stay away from him" She warned me with seriousness but for some odd reason, I felt myself getting curious about this Xavier, " big bad? Why would you call him that?" "Because he's Big and Bad " "Huh?" "He is a bully Marilyn and with a bad anger issue. If you get on his nerves , he'll literally gonna make your life a living hell" "Well, we can always complain to the teachers about him , if he tries to " Even though I was getting scared, I said that with fake confidence, trying to be brave..

I look around as I struggle with this dirty brown wolf, before I snap its neck. I spot Ember, my god she is stunning as she fights back to back with what I assume is her mother. The Gold wolf is even bigger than Saints and has what I can only describe as a golden aura shaped like battle gear surrounding her. Ember is smaller but fast, she fights as good as her mother, they look stunning.

“Well, isn’t that sweet. Now get over here, Becky!” I lift my hands and hit him with every ounce of power I can muster. “It’s Bexley, you bastard!” Garth goes flying backward, and just as my light starts to fade, an enormous golden wolf leaps from behind the door, latching onto his neck. My eyes widen in shock and wonder at the massive size of Canaan’s wolf. He’s easily six feet tall with paws the size of my head. There is no struggle. Garth hits the ground, lets out a squeal of some kind, and then goes still. The distinct smell of urine mixes with the metallic odor of blood hanging in the air as he soils himself.

The sound of laughter and music wafted through the air, a stark contrast to the tension coiled in my chest. It was the smell that hit me first—earthy and wild, a scent that didn't belong in the city's concrete jungle. I froze, my breath catching in my throat. From the shadows, a figure emerged, a huge wolf, its eyes gleaming with a predatory light. It took a step toward me, then paused, before turning away.