Mister Wolf Bad Guys Novels & Stories

We were stuck again, not able to move anywhere and our now hiding spot was not as good. "Jake, where are you?" I asked in mind link. Unfortunately, I got no reply which sent shivers down my spine, feeling like I was all alone, f***ing things up. "Damn Jake! Answer me! I f***ed us up, please!" I whined in distress. The pup was now crying, making noises, surely he sensed that I was in a panic and he got scared. "Sush pup." It took just one whine out of Mason's wolf for the monsters to spot us as they turned like two hungry lions, ready to attack. My wolf started to growl, lowering Mason down to my side.

Max stopped his vehicle abruptly. He couldn't let the woman fight alone. Max got out of the car and transformed into wolf form, and lunged at the wild mob that was ganging up on the one or maybe two people who were there. Max didn't feel like he knew the woman, but he didn't feel like a stranger. He dismissed those thoughts momentarily and drove away the wolves, whose strength was not even half of Max's strength. The ten or so of them finally ran away when they realized Max was not an equal opponent.

♧ ♧ ♧ ♧ ♧ While the Alpha was drowning his sorrows in his office, Melissa was walking quickly through the dark gardens at the very edge of the pack lands. The moon was high in the sky, casting spooky shadows across the grass. Melissa had her trench coat wrapped tightly around her, her six-inch stiletto heels sinking into the soft dirt with every step she took. She was furious that she had to ruin her expensive shoes to be out here, but she had no choice. She reached the old, broken-down stone mill at the border of the property. Two large, rough-looking men were waiting for her in the dark. They were rogue wolves; mercenaries who did dirty work for anyone who had enough gold. They were the on

“You, coming here, are already suspicious enough.” His forehead knotted. “I’m not doing anything wrong and I will never do anything bad to you or even the kid. I’m harmless, Miss.” “I’m not buying it. You could be a wolf hiding in sheep's clothing.” “Whoa. I’m not going to eat the other animals. I’m pretty harmless.” “If you don’t have anything to say, I will enter the house now.”

“You could end it, you know. Pick a winner. Let them live.” I snort. If only it were that easy. “Find me one who can last past the third sunrise, and maybe I’ll consider it.” Her presence flickers in front of me, like a whisp of smoke. “You’ve gone soft. I can smell it on you.” “Must be your imagination. The only thing soft here is the ground after the corpses hit it.” She chuckles and fades, leaving the back of my skull blessedly empty. I straighten, scanning the new arrivals. A witch crying into her hands. Two wolves are already posturing for dominance. A human, brave or stupid, probably both, trying to look like she belongs. Typical.

' My wolf unhelpfully states, reminding me just how much he uses his skills of reading my thoughts, only adding to my frustration. 'Oh, trust me, dumbass, you are most certainly a pain in my ass. And it is shit. Shit I do not need right now. Shit I cannot begin to consider because it fucks with my mind." I released a heavy sigh, running my hand through my hair. All hopes of the coffee being made were currently long forgotten as I argued with my wolf. 'You want me to help her, then my mind needs to be free of shit like that.' I warned him.

Just get rid of everything that was so pressing and getting on your nerves. Which is what I did. White Porsche Cayenne Vadim again flaunted his greatness, and beckoning to a further plan of action. The only thing I did not take into account was two hefty mules who stepped out of the darkness and blocked my path. With a height of at least two meters, and in the shoulders no worse than Rinat, the werewolves demonstrated by their very appearance that it was better not to mess with them. The familiar cut of black formal suits over white shirts, as well as the fact that I saw them for the first time, made it clear that they were Yang's people. Both are black-eyed and dark-haired. Black wolves.

Dad chomped the distance between us and with swift movements, he grasped my forearm and grip it tight. "Never give up," he started, his voice hoarse and staring at me intently with glowing eyes - a sign that his wolf had come forward. Gripping his forearm back, I let my wolf come forward as well, and spoke the next phrase of the code. "Never give in." After a few seconds, we both let go and push our wolves back at bay. With one last audacious stare, he said, "Claim what is yours, my future Alpha." And with that, he turned around and walked away, probably looking for mom.

Hiding me with half his body, Rum faced the three strangers—Spiky haired woman, Wacko and the knocked out Umberto—and muttered in a low, deep voice that I have yet heard before, “One word of this to anyone—.” “We won’t tell a soul!” Spiky haired woman helped Umberto onto a wolf with light brown fur (likely Wacko). “We swear!” “Not even your Alpha Ellis.” And the three froze again, with widened gazes of being caught red-handed. Rum narrowed his already fuming gaze. “One word and I’ll make sure you lose your blasted heads,” he snarled. “Now, go.” PHWOOP! The woman turned into a dark grey wolf and sped off with the brown one into the woods.

He grabbed Mister by the throat and pinned him to the floor, and then, without even thinking, he began to shake him violently. Mister didn't expect this turn of events and was too stunned for a few moments to even respond. He kind of just laid there for a few seconds and let Justin shake him by the throat like a worn out rag doll. It didn't take long for Mister to come to his senses and transform to his wolf. Justin was so enveloped in what he was doing that he almost didn't notice until it was too late. Just as he felt Mister transform, Justin latched down as hard as he could on his throat and tried his best to hold him down.