Hoodwinked Wolf Grandma Novels & Stories

"Dumb ripped my shorts off me and started pushing up my sweatshirt and was groping me. Dirty unbuttoned his pants and told me to open my mouth. Dumb got really excited and grabbed me by my hair and pulled me off the ground. He said open wide you're gonna get a mouthful. Dirty shoved his dick in my mouth. Something inside me snapped a d I screamed No in my head and I bit down as hard as I could and ground my teeth together. I felt his skin break and tasted blood so I jerked back my head and felt his dick go limp and a chunk was in my mouth. I spit it out and said 'Who else wants to be dickless?' I was furious that they wanted to rape me and so was my wolf." "My wolf said 'Celly, let me have c

"Are you feeling alright, dear pup? Anything hurting on your skin?" "N-No, Grandma, my wolf is completely fine..." my cheeks burn so hot I can't even meet her wise old gaze. "Wonderful! Bring in the hot broth immediately!" the old lady beams with all her teeth, gently scolding my ears. "You cannot let your inner beast go hungry after such a long night!" "I am sorry, Grandma, my fur overslept..." my snout mumbles into my chest.

Dad growled at my wolf, but he growled and just adoringly looked at our Luna. “Don’t you dare, growl at your father that way, or I’ll spank your ass as if you’re a kid.” Mom used her motherly warning voice, making us jolted, and my wolf released a throaty growl. He looked like a scolded kid, and I sensed Roxanne’s amused emotion and smiled at that. “Honey, Roxanne, are you alright? That’s Hayden’s blood wolf.” Grandma's calm voice reminded Roxanne what my blood wolf looked like before she started wondering.

Give me the control human. . . Give me or you die. It was Heratte. She somehow seemed excited to have the death wolf here. I could hear excitement in her voice. Which was unlike her usual cold emotionless tone. She can't take over untill you hand her over the control. Always remember it. Grandma's words resonate in my mind and I clench my fists. This is what she wants, my body. And I won't give it to her. Not till my last breath. I suddenly feel the beast moving back from me. His blood red eyes look at me in irritation.

I was about to tell them that Derek Novak owned me and harming me would be a big mistake, but was interrupted by Husky before I could speak. “Who cares?” he spoke up. “Anyone who walks past the forest and reaches the fortress is under our mercy. I’m sure her master will thank us for teaching the insolent slave a lesson.” His finger traced one of the scratches on my legs, drawing blood with his protruding claw. He took a whiff of the blood and smiled before tasting it. He smiled. “Sweet.” It was Pitchy who seemed apprehensive. “Perhaps we shouldn’t touch her. We don’t know who owns her.” Still, his eyes were on me, his free hand running the length of my arm.

The placard in front of the animal stated that wolves had primarily been gone from the region for several decades, but there had been occasional sightings of gray wolves. “My mom had a run in with one when she was a teenager,” Everett said. “Leapt out front behind a tree and grabbed her foot. She claims a white wolf saved her, but they never found any evidence of either wolf. There were only one set of tracks in the snow, too. Mom says it was a guardian angel. She’s worn that wolf necklace ever since.” Amerie tried to hide her shock. Could her white wolf be a descendent of the one Beverly claimed to have seen?

The werewolf came, its feet hitting the ground mercilessly as its hands joined in its movement. It broke out from the woods, tearing off the leaves of the trees with less effort, and growling at the sight of the man. “You can't take anyone from my family.!” Mark grinned as he shifted under the bright moonlight. His bones cracked, and his skin stretched beyond its limits, tearing to become as tough as that of a wolf. He growled at the phantom, just as the phantom growled at him. Like two behemoths, they collided, and the green grasses on the ground fell victim to their battle.

My eyes scanned the back yard as I tried to understand what I was looking at. I saw my four pack members standing closest to the porch, but they weren’t the only wolves that had come to help us face off against Verina. Across the yard, there were dozens of other wolves, some standing by themselves, others in small packs, all of them looking up at Grandma and I where we stood on the porch, all of them appearing to pledge their allegiance to our cause.

To the edge of her control. “We should expect visitors soon then,” Her father stated brightly. She flashed her teeth at him, elongated canines snapping against her straight teeth as her eyes flashed. Her beast just beneath the surface. Her father growled at her, snapping his head towards her as his eyes flashed to vivid gold. “I understand the wolf does not appreciate imposters but know your place. You doubt me in my old age,” He told her through sharpened teeth.

I dragged her with me like she had done the other time, and we entered back into the hut. Just as we got into the hut, I heard Jessie speak. “Grandpa, my mom fought a very big wolf,” she said audibly in such a way that everyone could hear what she said, air-quoting the last three words. My eyes widened, and I shot her a shut-up glare, but she didn’t catch on or let me just say she wasn’t bulging. “Are you being serious now?” Shaman Magnus turned to her, holding her hand in his. "Yes, grandpa,” she nodded. “You can ask her,” she added, and she pointed to where I stood.