Monster High Wolf Guy Novels & Stories

The two of them just stared at each other, and I was, standing there like the odd one out. The last two years had been kind to my brother. No scars, no missing limbs. His ashy blond hair tied back into a low ponytail, right at the base of his neck. Clean shaven as always, a golden tint taken to his skin. Lean, and dorky in appearance, but still able to hold his own in a one on one. “...mate…” They both just said, in a very unison tone. My guess is the wolves were going insane inside their heads.

He looks goofy and I can’t help but giggle. “ Well, it is nice to meet you but I need to get ready for work and I’m sure you need to get back home.” He lays down and whines a little bit. “ What’s wrong buddy. Don’t you want to go back home?” Yes, I have decided the wolf is a guy. And I’m still talking to it. I should be running but the funny thing is I don’t feel scared at all. “ You know what. I bet you are thirsty. With all this snow and ice I imagine getting water is hard. Stay there, I'll be back.”

I smirked at his remark, for a second, I forgot us being an Ambrose. “Just reminding you,” I joked. “What brings you here?” a baritone voice from the only werewolf in human form spoke. “Where are your brown friends?” I asked as Rendall and I switch our direction, every werewolf we see is either in black or grey fur. “You know this is not a place to look for a puppy,” he replied. There is something in his voice that makes it frightening, and gloomy. “Where are your kind that has brown furs?” I sharply asked.

He slumped in his chair as he leaned back. “We’re lucky to be single.” Justice met Tiger’s steady gaze. “Are we? I think Fury would disagree. His Ellie is worth it to him. Their love is true.” “Yeah. You have a point but so do I.” Tiger grinned. “Let’s make a pact. We won’t tell anyone if we ever fall for a woman from the outside. Between humans thinking we’re twisted bastards who brainwash women into being with us and our own kind watching us to see what happens when we are with humans, let’s skip it and keep it on

He shot her a demeaning look which would have sent other staff scurrying for shelter and then have to wait for him to leave even if it was ten pm he decides to leave. It didn't work on Lucia. "I think you didn't hear me clearly sir. I said we are about locking up and we would love you to please leave," she repeated, raising her voice slightly. "Fuck you! Who are you to try to disturb my siesta?" He asked as hairs began to puff out of his skin. Lucia recognized it. He was a wolf... Lucia stared lucidly at the man as she burst into a peal of laughter. He was a wolf, but a tiny wolf. She could easily guess he was an omega in his pack.

The werewolf came, its feet hitting the ground mercilessly as its hands joined in its movement. It broke out from the woods, tearing off the leaves of the trees with less effort, and growling at the sight of the man. “You can't take anyone from my family.!” Mark grinned as he shifted under the bright moonlight. His bones cracked, and his skin stretched beyond its limits, tearing to become as tough as that of a wolf. He growled at the phantom, just as the phantom growled at him. Like two behemoths, they collided, and the green grasses on the ground fell victim to their battle.

River answers didn't happen to me, I just remember the pain and then blacking out. "I never felt as free as I did when I went wolf, I don't remember what my colour was, I should have looked at my paws," Kyler whines, they went wolf and were conscious are they lying? "Yeah me neither, I didn't think of it," River answers him with a shrug before turning to me. "Who got your wolf to come out?" River asks me. "Uhh...alpha Rowan I think," I answer him, he sweet-talked my wolf, and things went dark before I went wolf, I can't remember shit.

Fur grows across his skin like it was always waiting underneath. I clamp my hand over my mouth. “What the actual—” He fully shifts. Not like a costume or a dog. Or anything remotely sane. A monster. A massive, terrifying wolf….on two legs, and jaws locked in a snarl that makes my organs consider relocating. He’s enormous, dark, and absolutely lethal. The attackers panic instantly. One doesn’t even get the chance to run before the wolf; Damon, I later learn is the one who ordered the food, grabs him and slams him into the concrete like he’s nothing but laundry.

a male said, whistling. Ugh, Dustin “Dough” Davenport. Wealthy, good family pedigree, scum bucket. He made my skin crawl. “Dough boy, you’ll never change,” I said, just as my eyes met with Troy’s. Why in the hell was he at this table? And right at the moment of all moments?! *Hm, I like that one. He’s very strong and a good hunter,* my wolf said, perking up from nowhere.

As soon as we reached the main door, we threw it open and shifted form as soon as we were through the doorway. My wolf was close to six feet in height and her eyes were the same as mine. Our fur was black, white, silver, and gold, which was unheard of in my pack. My mother was black and white, and Papa and Dad were both black with little bits of white. I took off towards the forest that acted like a boundary line and just ran. I could hear the dragons up in the sky. Finding a hiding spot to lick my wounds was hard, but I still managed to find one. I laid down and let my wolf and I cry. We shared an amazing experience with our mates last night only to find that fucking male touching what was