Monster High Wolf Guy Novels & Stories

I left my pack and came here for school, I got permission from my Alpha to leave I got here earlier and I'm just stocking up my apartment, plus I had no idea this was wolf territory as I did not feel myself cross over into anyone's border, I thought it was human lands as well as neutral grounds am I wrong? Guy 1 --> So you're here to go to school, okay cool well I'm Troy and I'm a Gamma and this is Justin he's Beta.. nice to meet you Ms?...(( Jewel, I'm Jewel )) we shake hands but the Beta Justin keeps staring at me, like his wheels are seriously grinding (( you still haven't answered my question about the territory ))

A grimace appeared on Alpha Black's face, further terrorizing the people near him who had come to greet him. _Who is Mr. Fantastic?_ growled Mr. Wolf. The man and the animal were so furious that the wolf's growls came out of Black's throat. "Pardon, I know, I'm acting like a teenager, but...he's just perfect. I saw him shirtless the other day and... oh la la! I can still see his muscles under his clothes." "_Oh_," the man and the wolf nodded. A shy smile played on Black's lips. A man saw him and pissed himself in panic.

I can’t fight well with a broken leg but I use a tree and try to stand when the large grey wolf transforms back into a male. “Don’t try to stand! I need to reset it!” He yelled. This guy is dripping in sex appeal. Tattoos covered his pecs and down his back. His 6 pack abs were leading to the V shape and down to his very large dick swinging between his legs. His sandy brown hair was cut short and he was sweaty. He runs behind some tree and emerges a second later with guy shorts on. If I didn’t have a broken leg, I would have been drooling. “My name is Matt. I am a warrior with Smoky Mountain Pack and I was doing some regular patrols and I hear the growls. I already alerted the Alpha. He will

he grumbled, walking by my side with big stomps. I didn’t even bother to say a word. I was just enjoying this grumpy side of my adorable Wolfy. As we drew closer to the living room, we met Trent talking to an old man right outside our destination. His appearance alone showed his identity to the Alpha, giving me no reason to wonder much. “He must be the sorcerer of this pack,” I said to Cadell, pulling nearer. “At least it’s not a sorceress. That gender can be creepy with magic.” He shivered, acting funny.

A wolf - a big gray wolf! My mind races as I try to make sense of what I’ve seen. How can all these be possible? He really is Hugh Montemayor of Bonded, the Alpha of the Highvalley Pack! Unable to contain my confusion and curiosity any longer, I finally speak, my voice trembling slightly with nerves. “Anastasia. That’s my name,” I pause to collect myself, before allowing my curiousity and disbelief to glide out of my lips. "So, werewolves do exist, uh?”

The suffering of others brought him pleasure, and he commanded the strongest army within the largest pack. Standing tall at 6'2", his physique boasted an eight-pack, a sculpted form resembling that of a demigod with thick brown curls cascading. As Alpha, his wolf, Xerxes, was the mightiest among the mountain wolves. Wyatt's cyan blue eyes flashed, darkening as the man before him froze in response to the overwhelming aura he radiated. "The question is, Grayson, who the hell are you? A reporter or a hunter?" the question echoed, but Grayson remained silent. Wyatt's eyes darkened, a low growl escaping from his chest.

I ask, tears blurring my vision. “I…” he sighs, his head hanging low. Then he moves over to me to whisper in my ear. “I’m a werewolf.” “What?” “My wolf is weak, and so am I. I was told I wouldn’t live long enough for my twenty-third birthday,” he mutters. My head is spinning at this point. Tyler will be twenty-three in six months. Does this mean— “Cora!” I hear a familiar voice yell, and I turn to see Jazmine frantically looking around. Her gaze meets mine. Then she rushes up to me.

Rather terrified but alive. When Grayson entered, the wolf immediately straightened. Not from respect. From nerves. Good. Nervous wolves usually told the truth. Or close enough. Damon closed the door behind them. The young wolf swallowed. His eyes flickered between the Alpha and Beta. "I wasn't sure you'd come." Grayson pulled up a chair. "You brought my father's watch." The wolf nodded. "Yeah." "What's your name?" The answer came quickly. "Micah." Young. Maybe twenty.

It growls loudly, its movements savage and violent as it snaps the heads of the warriors in the blink of an eye. Nana freezes, horrified by the sight. Blood spills across the forest floor and the bodies of the fallen warriors lie motionless. "Who let the monster out of the cage?!" Marco's voice booms in the distance, furious and loud. He shifts into his wolf form—a massive black wolf with glowing red eyes. The red eyes, a rare trait in Alpha generations, show just how dangerous and powerful Marco is. Marco’s wolf lunges at the creature, slamming into the side of its face as it feeds on the last warrior.