One Piece Tequila Wolf Novels & Stories

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.

Angie says. I look across at the other pack members. There is one wolf who is solid black with white eyes. He is breathtaking. “Who is that?” I ask Angie. I keep staring at the beautiful creature across the water. I am completely mesmerized by him. It feels like I know him. “Girl, that is Erick; he is the Alpha’s son and our future Alpha,” Angie says. “He is yummy,” I say. “You should see him in human form. He is a deliciously dark treat. His skin is like a chocolate bar, and I would love to devour him whole,” Angie says.

I needed to be drunk, no matter the number of bottles I needed to achieve that. Minutes later, the effect of the tequila took its toll on my system. My profoundly blue eyes had suddenly gone white. I couldn't stop growling and howling as I kept gulping down the alcohol content. The men in the bar all found different escape routes, knowing the interpretation of the growls. I was under the influence of alcohol; I couldn't hold myself anymore, so I took a bottle of tequila and launched it onto the bartender's head, making him bleed severely. At the sight of the scene, everyone fled, leaving me on a rampage in my werewolf state.

His dark brown hair was messy and sticky with his sweat, his scruffy salt and pepper gray beard coated in his own blood and spit. I watched as he thrashed against their grip and I reveled in the sound of his pain filled screams as one of them slowly dragged the sharp blade of his knife across the front of his chest. From his left collar bone to his right, so agonisingly slow. When the knife finally left his chest, Felix’s head slumped in relief and he tried to catch his breath. It wouldn't last long. My second man was already waiting with the bottle of purple liquid in his hand. The concoction was made up by our healers, a special wolfsbane brew. A potent liquid that we now incorporated to a

he said, not through his voice, but through some kind of telepathy that he didn’t know he could use until now. Nico knew that he should get his friend off him. But how could he not struggle when he was also secretly enjoying the strong rhythm of the heartbeat closest to him? Goodness, if he let himself get horny, he would have rolled his eyes back in pleasure right now. But no, this was his friend, not some mindless thrall that he could play with as he pleased. “Hey man, stop it!” he said as he made an effort to push the man-wolf back. The werewolf was certainly stronger than him, but it didn’t mean that he couldn’t do anything. “Get a hold of yourself!”

"Fine by me if you want to end it in our other forms." In an instant the man was a wolf. Her bones shifted and the pain from the broken ribs was excruciating. Once she was a wolf Clara stood on all fours. The other wolf blocked her exit. He started snarling at her, lunging forward. She moved out of the way each time, but he was forcing her backwards. Realizing she would have to go through him, Clara hurled herself forward. She caught him off-guard, but not enough to knock him down. She felt his teeth sink into her back and she let out a yelp. He clamped down hard and shook his head back and forth grinding his teeth in the process.

Her tears dried off and her eyes widened towards the reality of what he had said. She swallowed a lump in her throat while she still stared at him, her hands falling to the side of her body, and another tear dropped from her eyes. “If I couldn't stop the phantom, there's no way you can ever do that.!” He said again. He just had to utter the truth roughly, letting them see why he wasn't supporting the idea in her head. She was only a werewolf who had learned the act of shifting into her wolf form. Any other thing which had to do with battle, his daughter Mila was unskilled in it.

Ismena mutters as she shudders to the potent scent of the transparent drink that resembles water. "You know it takes a while for wolves to get high, this just speeds up the process. Then we can sneak her back to her room. We possess two sturdy males to perform the task after all." "I do not mind. I wish to try it." I whisper feebly as Zina's eyes light up to my words as though she were impressed and proud of me. "There we go! This is what I am talking about. Here you go Theia, one-shot all right. You shall see stars soon." Zina snickers evilly as she drowns her drink in one go her face contorting to the vile bitter taste of it.

His skin was almost as pale as mine, and it looked as smooth as silk. Then a moonbeam touched the trees and the top of the cliff. And my dirty blood allowed my eyes to see clearer, not only around me, but as far as the man in front of me, a hundred feet away. And my heart skipped a beat when I saw the subtle tattoo covering his back, light lines like drawn with silver ink: a cross and a crescent moon. I muffled a cry, because Teah had told me about that tattoo. That was no ordinary wolf: he was the Alpha.

“Alright, we’ll take care of her. You keep Ebony away—and maybe go check on Del, if she’s in that bad of shape.” “It’s not bad shape, it’s just—oh, fine.” Tea huffed when the body-snatching wolf snarled at her yet again. She left, and the wolf relaxed slightly, licking the small strip of Zed’s face that his long, tangled, and dirty hair left exposed. Her stomach rumbled again, loudly. A massive, tan-skinned guy with dark hair kneeled in front of the wolf, far enough away to escape if she attacked. She eyed him but didn’t growl. I was pretty sure I recognized him from Del’s wedding, but couldn’t remember his name.