Hombre-lobo Novels & Stories

Random guy… “The person that now has to go home and take a cold shower!” Capris face turned red from embarrassment, it appears to be the guy she was backed up against grinding on his man parts.

He had the other four guns in his waistband, and a satisfied smile on his face. “Logan, what…” But before I could finish, BAM! The gun went off again. “What the hell?” I gasped, confused. My eyes flitted between the men at the wall and Logan. Then he pulled the trigger again, three more times, in rapid succession. When he was done, I saw that he’d shot each of the men, including Bruno, square in the knee caps. The men screamed out and grabbed their knees, shock emulating from their faces. Staring dumbfounded at Logan, he smiled proudly. “It’s called hobbling,” he told me. “I saw it once in a thriller movie. They can’t follow us now.”

“Lo siento señor, but Pablo have always wanted to prove himself to you, he believed that if he takes him down that he would gain your respect. I tried to stop him, even Gabriella did but he didn’t listen, he wouldn’t. I’m sure Gabriella…” “Is dead,” the man finished for him, his eyes not leaving him, “do you think that he would kill mi hijo and he would leave his girlfriend? That man has no heart, he has no soul. That man isn’t called El Diablo for no reason, do I need to tell you the meaning? In all the people you allowed my son to assassinate, you chose El Diablo, you chose The devil, Andrés, El Diablo,” he ran his fingers through his hair in a frustrated manner, “El Diablo,” he repeated a

No mistaking the direction, this time. He padded silently in front of his little group, noiseless as a wolf. That was how he thought of himself. El Lobo. More dangerous and smarter than the coyote, the common name for people who did what he did. And much more dangerous, as he kept telling Mateo. The wolf was stealthier, more intelligent, harder to track or trace. Rigo would do his job and prove to his arrogant older brother that he could handle more responsibility. And receive more honor for it.

He looks sexy, and I feel a blush spreading through me, as I stare at this handsome man who is still laughing at me. “Hey! Stop laughing and help me!” “S... sorry Angel, I couldn’t help myself. You have nothing to fear though, he won’t harm you.” “Are you crazy? What is this thing?” “He is my dog, of course.” “Dog?! Are you blind? This isn’t a dog.” “Hmm well you would be half right. Lobo!”

Kent growled, and his breath moved my loose blonde hair. “Change back. Change back now!” I demanded. He was scary. Probably more than the wolf that attacked me. Thankfully, the fur dissipated back into skin and his wolfish features turned back to manly ones, as two of his four arms turned back into arms and he was standing upright again. Naked.

“Non è umana, anche se non so esattamente cosa sia, anche se la sua energia è da lupo. Ha un sigillo di potere che nasconde la sua vera natura (she is not human, although I don't know exactly what she is, even though her energy is wolfish). She has a seal of power that hides her true nature.” At that moment I knew that Loreta and the doctor were right. “What's wrong?” asked Chiara. “I forgot to speak English,” Pablo said and quickly changed the subject; however, he said something that made my nerves upset. “I was telling your mate that you are going to be fine; the wound is clean, and it will heal after the application of an ointment I brought for scars. You must put the ointment on every mo

But immediately dropped her gaze back to the waterfall when she heard someone enter. A big man walked in, and Lola’s gaze went over his tanned wide shoulders and his muscular torso. She was shocked to see that the man walking towards her was completely naked! She glanced at his lower region quickly and wondered if it was a werewolf thing to have a dick that big? Maybe twice the size of a normal wolf also meant twice the size of a normal cock? She shook her head because she was having these ridiculous thoughts while she was probably about to get murdered. She focused her eyes on his face instead. He had black locks framing his face, grey almost silver eyes that were looking at her intensely,

his voice is soothing him… It is Alberto of the Monteverde Mafia Organization.