Hoodwinked Novels & Stories

Winter snapped. Winter let out another loud growl. Growls seem to echo in the forest. She watched an instant shiver follow through the wolves in front of her as they responded to her growl. See better. Winter smirked. Oak tree, Luke voice came into Waverly’s as the oak tree came in view. Hendrix was already darting right; a large gap between him and the rest of the pack. He wasn't waiting. They were ethier coming with him or not.

They rushed towards where the sound came from and found Inigo and Moxie staring at Dexter who had just broken the glass plates served to them on the floor. "Dexter, what happened?" Nala asked "She insulted me," dexter said pointing at Moxie "And you...." Moxie yelled charging towards him but the young boy managed to escape before moxie laid a hand on him. Everyone watched as inigo sat still silent. "You won't say a word?! That fool just ..." "Get out!" Inigo yelled at her. Moxie sulked and left the room. "Inigo you better let that boy go to his father....you are not his father" Lilia yelled and left with Nala behind her.

The police had to get involved, there were two police cars out the front of the diner. Ducking under the police tape, Damien stepped into his diner, he was feared by everyone, humans, wolves and vampires alike, he was known as the Blood Alpha and that was not just because Blood is his surname. Her sent hit him sending him into a short sense of euphoria, he had finally found her his mate after, eighteen years of searching he had finally found her.

At this point, Edward discovered whether he had the ‘fight or flight’ gene, it turned out he had the ‘flight’, fear took over and he tried to run but as he turned another big fucker in nothing but shorts appeared behind him and held him in place with a strength Edward had never felt. Knox stalked forward and sniffed the fear emanating from Addison, taking pleasure in instilling the same fear in him as Addison’s men had in Annie, he pressed his growling snout into Addison’s face, making sure to drool on him for good measure. “We are Wolves, we are hidden, but we are here.” growled Knox, elated that Addison was literally shitting himself. “Turn him round.” Hugh said to Lennox through the mind

The only sounds were the crunch of boots and paws on frozen earth, the whisper of breath in the cold air, and the distant creak of pine branches swaying under winter’s weight. The deeper we pushed into Frostwillow, the more unnatural the silence became. No birdsong. No rustling of small animals. Only the faintest echo of our own heartbeat pounding in my ears. A chill ran through me, not just from the cold but from something darker — a sense of being watched. “Stay alert,” I whispered. “Nyx is uneasy.” Mara’s gaze flicked to me, her lips tight. “So am I.” We pressed forward, following faint tracks scorched into the dirt — claw marks that glowed faintly with an eerie silver light. The cursed w

Her wolf told her, but it's basically clear because her eye color is back to the way it was, not bloody like his eyes. " Oh, slanderer, who cursed the one who made you a thousand." Cursed March with an eruption to climb Maine trying to rip his neck but it's very difficult Maine panicked when he felt his fur being pulled out between his teeth. “ Attack!” He commanded them to run quickly and all of them had the same target..that black wolf called the god of war! They pushed him hard so that Maine howled weakly, so he fell to the ground and the flesh of his neck got stuck between his teeth

The vanguard of the Skarn swarm was surging upward. Leo and Toby hit the swarm first. They did not shift into wolves. In the confined pressure of the deep water, they used pure, kinetic displacement. Leo drove his fists forward, generating a localized acoustic shockwave that rippled through the water like a physical wall. The leading Skarn were violently crushed against the sides of the subterranean tunnel, their black glass armor cracking under the aquatic pressure. Toby moved like a silver blur, his hands tearing the multi-jointed legs from the parasites before they could even snap their jaws.

“You'll end up underneath my fat cock, taking it like the good boy that you are and will always be.” I glared at him. “Maybe I should spit in your face,” I said with a venomous voice. He chuckled lightly. “Good thing I have a spitting kink.”

Right at the center of the main gate stood a single, blazing golden heat-signature that burned far brighter than the rest. Celt Hawkridge. I stared at the screen for three seconds, my lips pressing into a thin line, before I slammed the laptop shut, grabbed my pack, and headed down the stairs to face the wolves.