Loud House Wolf Novels & Stories

Almost immediately, a huge wolf with black fur took over and the huge living room now looked smaller than before. There was no given time to brood over this as the wolf padded across, shattering the glass doors and sprinted out. With a quick roll of his eyes and a loud sigh, Lucas added, strapping the duffel bag to himself and ensuring its safety, "I hate my job!" Right as soon as he made this statement, a much smaller wolf compared to the first one soon stood on all fours in the living room, with a duffel bag handing from its mouth.

Lou thought. So Lou let his wolf show through, something he had not done in years and instantly he heard Mj growl low in her chest. “So that's what it takes hu?” the older man said in a teasing tone and he lunged forward at her, swiping his now extended claws in her direction.

“I can carry her just fine, you go ahead. Get into the kitchen.” They had barely taken three steps before a whole wall came into the living room. They fell on the ground, shielding themselves from the shattered glass and splinters of wood. A loud growl and raged heavy breathing made Lee look up. There was a six-foot, brown furred wolf in the living room. Its eyes were a deeper grey. Its lips were drawn back, exposing its razor sharp teeth that were bared at her.

his words sharp and edged with disbelief. Sarai’s heart raced as she dared to peek through the keyhole. Her breath caught in her throat, her sapphire eyes widening in horror. What she saw sent a chill down her spine—Hugo standing amidst the wreckage, his sea-green eyes locked on a monstrous figure she barely recognized. It was a wolf, but not just any wolf. This one had light brown fur with a black patch across its back, its amber eyes glowing with a cruel intensity. The creature stood beside another, darker figure—Malrik—his grin wide with satisfaction.

And it looked good with the black cargo pants that hung low on my hips. I left my bedroom and found Lucky waiting for me in the living room. He held a bottle of beer in his hand and stood, staring at a painting of a chocolate brown wolf with tawny highlights, on the brick wall. The Wolf had a beautiful blue leafy swirl from the top of its eye curled around its ear to the base of its snout-the same cerulean blue, so much like another Wolf's eyes that I couldn't seem to get out of my head.

The kitchen filled with warmth and cinnamon and the quiet hum of healing. I was plating Koda’s toast when I heard boots behind me. Wolf. He looked half-awake, hair a mess, shirt wrinkled, but his eyes went straight to Koda. The kid lit up. He howled. A full, high-pitched, joyful little wolf howl. Everyone froze for half a second—then burst out laughing. Wolf blinked, then grinned. “That for me?” Koda nodded, mouth full of toast, and howled again.

I don't have time to lay down. Three hours later, the wolf, already cheerful, ran up to the house on the edge of the camp. He threw things out of his mouth, looked around and threw himself over as a man. The beast was unhappy, although this is putting it mildly, he was angry: he did not feel the smell of Leah. Most likely put on the artifact again. I also winced in displeasure, but this is probably for the best: talking to her and inhaling her alluring smell would be problematic, to put it mildly. Having dressed, he went into the house, from the bowels of which the appetizing smell of pastries. Went to the kitchen. - Hi.

My heart was beginning to thump. Hurt me? "Continue, let's hear it" I muttered. "The thing mum was holding was zendaya's wolf" she paused. What? Does she have a wolf? I thought she was wolfless" I asked, dumbfounded. Yes, she does have a wolf. A powerful one at that. Mum and Dad locked it away. Actually, mum forced Dad to do so. "But how? Is it possible to lock someone's wolf?" I asked, confused. "Yes, through the help of a witch" she explained and I nodded.

Hugh's brain spelled danger for him. He could feel the evident bloodlust from Elios. He rushed after Elios but he had already gotten to where Lucia was. Hugh's eyes turned blue, he was ready to reveal his identity as a wolf and pounce on Elios. He didn't care about repercussions.

His face changed, his eyes glowing an intense amber as his jaw extended into a powerful muzzle. It happened quickly, faster than Lune had expected, and soon, where Arlo had stood, a massive wolf now towered before her. He was majestic, his fur thick and dark, his eyes piercing but still carrying that same softness she knew so well. The room suddenly felt smaller with his imposing presence, but despite his size and the raw power emanating from him, Lune didn’t feel afraid.