Little Red Riding Hood's Wolf Novels & Stories

They greeted once more, their heads lowered at their average height. After shaking me up and making me all dizzy, he drops me on a sofa, taking his seat opposite me. He wipes off the blood on his neck with clothes, his well-sculpted abs coming into view. He was truly astonishing. “Welcome back, princess.” A lady in all white came in, the skull-made staff in her hands. She had white hairs, white eyelids, and white eye strokes, and judging from the combination, her wolf must be white. “The name is…”

The small possibility that they really were so close and she couldn’t see or speak to them, made her miss everyone at Southern Mountains painfully. Lorenzo and Drew shifted back and got dressed once they reached the car, ready to return to the pack. “What’s the name of that fairy tale?” asked Drew. “The one with the girl and the red cape?” “Little Red Riding Hood?” replied Lorenzo, grinning as he caught on. “Yes! That’s the one,” he laughed. “Isn’t there a wolf in that one too?” “Yeah, the Big Bad Wolf,” chuckled Lorenzo. “That’s the first time I’ve heard you laugh all week. How are you feeling now you’ve seen her?”

I called her name. "Kill her," she ordered. Did she tell the wolf? It just can't be. The wolf understood her order and, in the blink of an eye, he ran and launched himself at me, but before he could touch me, another larger wolf with black fur intercepted him and hit him against a tree. I felt bad, scared and had a feeling of unreality. This is not happening. The two wolves were fighting, the last thing I saw was Riley running away and a wolf howl, before collapsing.

I picked up my pace and tried to keep a good distance from them, but as I looked up, a pair of red orbs were staring straight at me. “Hello, Miss Willard. It’s nice to finally meet you,” he said with a deep voice as he approached me. Standing right before me was a tall man with long, black hair and sharp teeth, ready to munch on whatever was in his way. “How do you know my name?” I asked, afraid, trying to walk back. But I was stopped by a pack of wolves right behind me. They stood there, growling with their eyes glowing bright. Red eyes meant Rogue wolves.

I ran up the steps and knocked on the door. “Come on, girl, I already heard your panting so well, why knock so loudly,” it was Laura Cooper, Morgan and Trent Cooper's mother, Reed and Kira's grandmother. That's who I would call a mother wolf. When I read "Little Red Riding Hood" as a child, instead of a wolf in the image of a grandmother, I imagined Mrs. Cooper. I was scared as hell of her as a child. Even though I still get goosebumps. Of course, only one like her could have two alpha sons. She slowly opened the door. A thin, gnarled hand squeezed the doorknob hard, and an old woman appeared in the opening. A dark penetrating gaze met mine. Nothing changes. As in childhood, I froze in front

I muttered as another exclaimed rogues. The wolf who attacked me snarled, I could barely make out a sound as I was too startled at the sudden raid of the enemy. Soon after, eyes going wide, I witnessed Martha turn into her wolf form—a majestic brown wolf as big as a human. My hands curled into a fist when the enemy launched forward. With courage and fear, I did my best to punch the wolf in front of me but to no avail, my resolve and assault were too weak as compared to the beast. I shouted in pain when the wolf bit into my flesh and at that moment I thought it was going to maul me to death, like a chunk of prey I was. The beast's teeth were massive and at any second I knew it could easily si

Using that moment whilst he stumbled onto his four paws, I quickly shifted into my night wolf. The other three rogues stopped in their tracks with a welp as their eyes took in my height and muscled frame, and I could sense their willingness to retreat as I ran my tongue across my sharp teeth and licked my snout threateningly to put even more fear into them. But their leader let out a growl demanding they stay and fight. They all reluctantly charged at Izzy and Dante, whilst their leader darted toward me. I swung my front paw across his face, ripping off a layer of fur and skin as blood trickled from his jaw. With him momentarily knocked to the floor, I rushed to help Dante and Izzy, thrashin

I remember begging him for a story when he came in to tuck me in almost every night. The book was filled with lots of short stories, all of them about werewolves. I flipped to my favorite one, Little Red Riding Hood. It was about a young she-wolf who was taking her grandmother some food goods. Her grandmother lived in the forest oddly enough, instead of a pack where the little girl lived. When she got to her grandmother’s house and knocked on the door, a male-wolf answered the door. As soon as their eyes met, her wolf recognized him as her mate. It turned out that her grandmother had gotten hurt while out and the wolf had found her in distress, carried her home, and tended to her wound

Seeing her struggling so hard, Lowell loosened his grip, and she quickly got out of the bed. "You must have heard the story of 'Little Red Riding Hood' from your grandmother when you were a child. The story goes that a wolf sees her in the forest and decides to hunt her. However, he doesn't eat her right away. Instead, he tames her, goes to her house, invites her to his bed, and falls asleep with her tucked up against his arm. Despite knowing he is a wolf, she is not afraid of him because she also feels a sexual attraction toward him."