Hoodwinked Novels & Stories

I heard Eric shout, “You’re going the wrong way, idiots!” We had less that half an hour to execute our plan so we wasted no time. We ran to the far edge of our territory to find something that was pivotal to our plan. Hockwort. Hockwort was a plant that Joel had introduced us to years ago, and all three of us knew where the only patch of it was in these woods. Hockwort, when rubbed all over the body, could mask the scent of even the smelliest wolf. We had used it on many occasions to avoid detection when we were bunking off various training sessions.

CHAPTER TWENTY FIVE ALPHA AIDEN'S POV : A little something called wolvesbane, I think you know it and you know what it does and it's just a fair well drink from me to you" I smirked as I ordered his mouth to be opened and then poured the wolvesbane into his mouth as he was forced to swallow.

Hunter swam. His body shimmering under the soothing moonlight which kissed the sparkling cold water with a graze of chilling breeze. He swam backward gazing at the dark inky sky. The sight was so beautiful and calming yet his heart wasn't at peace. All he could think about was that witty little witch. She had consumed his thoughts. Creeping somewhere deep where it was difficult for him to block her out. So he let it be. He let her consume his thoughts. His mind. His time.

Roarke walking beside Beauden as they’re walking toward the woods. All four men shift into their wolves. Klondike and Toraka growl at the two wolves. Devin Alpha wolf Chico jumps at Toraka. Toraka steps out of the way as soon as Chico’s is halfway past him Toraka jumps on his back and sinks his teeth into Chico’s scruff. Chico falls on his stomach, trying to roll on his back. But Toraka's sharp teeth sink further into his neck and yank a piece off. Chico whines and howls louder and closes his eyes when Toraka’s teeth enter his scruff again yanks another piece off, spits it out, and looks at the dead wolf,

Scar The Oak Club is the most exclusive invitation-only club on the planet. More exclusive than Bohemian Grove. More exclusive than the nuclear bunkers under the White House. It sits at the end of a long, private driveway, hidden behind high concrete walls lined with crushed glass and dotted by security cameras. Men in dark suits wander the scrubby grounds between the public world and the private oasis beyond. The scrubland gives way to a gorgeous ocean of green grass, shrubs, flowers, and trees, with the club itself in the center of all that gorgeously manicured plant life.

Just silence, then the sound of breathing, deep, ragged. I grab a sharp stick I’d shaped into a spear earlier. My hands tremble. The thing steps into view. It’s massive. Pale skin stretched over a long, twisted frame. It’s blind, its eyes white and clouded, but its head tilts with every sound. Its ears twitch. A Wendish. I remember the name from old stories. Creatures who hunt in silence, sensing the smallest breath, the tiniest heartbeat. Fast. Deadly. It sniffs the air, then lets out a rattling growl.

Then I shook myself and hurried after him, the sound of my boots crunching on the forest floor painfully loud compared to his silent movements. Xander was a shadow among shadows, his wolf form blending seamlessly with the dappled light filtering through the canopy. He sniffed the air, ears twitching as he picked up on things I couldn’t sense. Watching him hunt was like witnessing a perfectly choreographed dance—every movement purposeful, every step silent.

The scent of cinnamon, butter, and basil danced through the crisp autumn air of Bellwood Falls. After nearly four years in Tuscany, Amara and Luca had returned not permanently, but for something big. The town square was strung with lanterns. Booths lined the cobbled streets. Kids chased each other with paper chef hats. And in the middle of it all, a hand-painted sign hung between two oak trees: “The Whisked Away Festival, Love, Food, Family.”

She didn’t even look up as she bent over and took his whole cock deep into her mouth then licking all the cum off his cock I thought I was about to cum again! I cant believe I am watching another woman licking the cum off a guy I have just wanked off, I looked and saw my fingers had some cum on so I wanted to taste what she was tasting so I slipped my finger into my mouth wow so sweet so hot and so salty so horny…. The goby girl then stood up and said come on bredders here we come ….. As we all stood up he was lay there naked with cum all over him and said what about me … in sync we all said not our problem as we headed out to bredders

My chest beat erratically but the air only hung above me, untouched. Suddenly, two large predatorial eyes jumped through the snow towards me. Mane was sleek silver, snow dusting its shimmering tendrils. My arrow angled towards the mongrel. Burning eyes glowed, staring back at me with a sneer. My hands trembled. Sweat broke on my forehead. I had heard of these special wolves. Bigger, faster, more ferocious than the average beast. Never had I come in direct contact, but I knew… it was more than I had bargained. Out here… alone.