Monster High Wolf Guy Novels & Stories

"That's Dirty. He's the one that stuck his dick in my mouth. I bit him and ripped part of his dick off. My wolf slashed his chest when we tried to shift." "Your wolf is a bitch!" Dirty yelled. "So are you." I laughed. "My wolf has fantasies about you." "Really?" He sounded intrigued. "Yes. You wouldn't enjoy them." "Try me. I doubt a little girl and her wolf could have any fantasy that would shock me."

"Now, the next fight is between our Salisbury, champion, never defeated, Theo, alias, Rabid Wolf, and Eastern Plains's champion, Rocky!" The announcement shed some light on the man's identification. I figure that Theo is his name and Rabid Wolf his nickname. However, something strikes me as odd. The moment I draw closer to the cage, I can sense that he is a werewolf but his wolf has been suppressed for a while. Probably black magic or silver.

The girl gasped in amazement and blushed in embarrassment realizing he stood only in undergarments before her. “Oh my!” she exclaimed. “What…What are you?” she asked as she took a few steps back. Surprised at her question and the fact that she knew nothing of what he was, he gently put his hands up, gesturing to calm herself. “I am surprised you know nothing of Wolf-People,” he said. “Well, I’ve mostly lived alone, among the monsters only,” she replied briefly fixating her eyes on something, anything on the ground around her to keep herself from gaping at his beautiful form. He walked back out toward the mouth of the cave, peering around for danger. Satisfied that they were safe, he we

It's only been a week. "I'll see you." He waves before retreating. Hiro waves back and waits for him to be gone before deciding to climb up. He hasn't made his first step yet when another guy blocks his line of vision, with the same energy the stranger from a while ago—the one following him—was emitting. But he knows who this guy is. It's Jun Masamoto. Tall, and handsome, with masculine features and textbook brown eyes that turns gold every time he doesn't get what he wants. He's a werewolf.

He was quite huge in size. There was something familiar with the way he walked and carried himself. "Now tell me who the fuck are you, and how the hell you know I'm here." Tunde Ibrahim growled. He was already pissed at not being able to get his manhood wet. He was as hard as a rock, and had to cover his front with a couch pillow. The man took off his hoodie the black mantle and revealed himself. "Holy Shit!" Tunde Ibrahim exclaimed, eyes widened in shock and disbelief when he recognized the face of the man. It was the Grey Wolf(I). His first Grey Wolf. The one he wanted back into his pack.

“I heard that. We’ll come back to the ‘things’ in a second. I want to know how that works. He is still involved.” “That’s the thing he’s not involved. It’s complicated. His wolf actually asked me to give him a chance. So I will. He sort of apologized for trying to be so demanding in the beginning.” I said. “You never said what he looked like. And what’s his name?” she asked. “He’s about six foot six, long dark hair, mocha colored skin with hazel brown eyes. He is toned and buff. But not too much. Just like I like em. His name is Kayne. But his wolf’s name is Tai.” I said in a dreamy voice.

He said, "I thought you were on her side all this while. But please, you are not doing us any kindness here. Do you think you are doing the right thing? I can tell you are doing the wrong thing. Let's beg her and see what she does." "Beg my ass" he scoffed out a mirthless chuckle and pointed the gun towards Andre "You will not tell me what to do with her. Do you understand me!" Andre said, "Calm down. That will do, Norris. There is no need for that." My lips trembled at the drama. They wouldn't dare to fight me or my wolf, because we both were just deadly. I could single-handedly take on a whole Pack and beat them to a pulp.

His angular nose, sharp cheekbones, and strong jawline reminded Amerie of Apollo. “This man cared about the forest and its creatures. I gifted him a spark of my power along with a long life. Part of my power allowed him to shift into a large, white wolf. The Great Wolf, and truly a great man. I remained on earth for two more years as the two of us drove away vile beasts that did not belong. When I had to return home, I had full faith in the man I had chosen to protect my forest. The other animals feared and respected him.”

Rebecca felt like the sounds around her are muted. A muted hiss is buzzing into her ears. Her eyes are widely shocked and fixed on Simara's face. "He is Dark. The monster who destroyed more than fifty packs without any mercy on anyone... He bathed in the blood of his enemies. He destroyed everything that came his way. He is the ultimate wolf with the Alpha powers. Yes, he is Crysler Dark. My brother, the only boy survivor from the River Moon Pack." Simara said. Rebecca felt as if someone hit her head with a hammer. She grabbed the rods of Simara's cell to keep her balance. The first thought crept up into her mind. He is my Mate!

The blow connected, throwing him off me, but he simply slid backward on his boots, his heels leaving deep grooves in the dirt before he came to a seamless halt. Realizing my wolf form was too large a target for his impossible speed, I snapped back into my human form as I scrambled away. I stood panting, wiping blood from my nose, my bare chest heaving as I stared at the monster before me. "You aren't a rogue," I spat, my voice raw as I tried to buy time for my ribs to heal. The fractures were slowly knitting, but it felt like dragging heavy stones through mud. "Who the hell are you?" The man smiled, a slow, terrifying peeling back of his lips that showed too many teeth. "A relic of a time wh