Paw Skye Novels & Stories

And then Eighteen years ago, a young she-wolf was born in the crystal heart pack, Skylar McLaren, second daughter of the head alpha of the pack, Alpha Dale, having the gem green orbs that pulled a soul to her and black hair that bounced. She brought back the existence of the white fur wolves" To be Continued...!

She leaned in, flicked her warm tongue across the sensitive tip, and licked it clean in one slow swipe. I sucked in a sharp breath and smiled down at her. “What are you up to, Skye?” She looked up at me with those dark, wicked eyes, licked the head again, slower this time, letting her tongue swirl around the ridge. “You’re about to find out,” she whispered, her voice low and full of promise.

I felt Skylar's fingers intertwine with mine and I squeezed her hand reassuringly. The pack member's eyes raked us as we passed, with various expressions on their faces. They were obviously preparing for the Howling Tribute. The Howling Tribute, a ceremony performed to honour an important deceased pack member. Such as an Alpha, a beta or their mates. “Leah,” I said as we approached a room at the top floor of the mansion. She didn't look happy. “Who's she?” She nodded at Skylar, whose hand squeezed around mine immediately. “My mate, she stays with me.” I said firmly, making sure my message was clear enough.

The silver shackles snap like twigs as her wolf form bursts free in an explosion of power. A massive, furious white wolf now stands where Bella had been. Skye's golden eyes lock onto my mother with pure, murderous intent. "Skye—wait!" I shout. She doesn't. With a snarl that shakes the cave, Skye lunges. My mother barely has time to raise her arm before Skye's jaws clamp down on it with brutal force. The sickening crunch of bone echoes through the chamber as blood sprays across the stone floor. My mother cries out in pain, stumbling back.

It had been two days since he woke, but he was still trapped in this confused, foggy state, his thoughts spinning, his heart heavy with worry. He sat there, his hands clenched, his mind racing, when Skye suddenly stirred, sniffing the air, a low growl rumbling in his chest. “Mate,” the word came, clear but wrong, like a trick that didn’t fit. The scent hit again, stronger, undeniable, pulling at him. Adrian didn’t wait, his body moving before his mind could catch up, following the pull, his heart racing as he made his way outside. The moment he stepped out, he saw her—his mate. But it wasn’t Ashley. It was Katrina. He froze, confusion crashing over him, his mind struggling to make sense of t

When I look down, I see black paws instead of feet. Skye walks over to Adam, growling. He tries to back up, but she keeps going. When he looks like he's ready to run, she bites his ankle and pulls him to the ground. Adam screams as Skye jumps on him. She rips his penis off with her teeth and tosses it aside.

To fuel her even more, Seb lifted his big hand that Harper was playing with together with hers and kissed her hand knowing fully that Scar was watching. Scar couldn't bear it so she stormed out of the Hotel with Skye trailing behind her, Seb couldn't help but smirk at her reaction. Skye ultimately caught up with her, "Slow down there tigress." His face held a warm smile as usual and he showed his pearly white teeth. Scar playfully nudged him, "I am not a tigress, do I have fur and a tail." "Of course not, but you have the speed and temper of one," Skye then held out his hand for her to take, "Let me take you home."

“Skye—please.” But I had already made up my mind. “I, Skye Crescent Moon, daughter of the Lycan King,” I said, my voice shaking but firm, “hereby reject you, Damian Wolfe, Alpha of the Silverclaw Pack, as my mate.” “No—” he whispered, stepping forward until his fingers wrapped around the bars again. “Skye, don’t—please. Don’t do this.” My heart cracked as I watched the pain spread across his face like a storm breaking over open water.

I shook snow from my pelt and stretched my body out again, cracking my spine. Moments later, Skye emerged in human form, squinting in the sudden blinding light. He wrapped his arms around his middle and shivered. "Fuck its cold.” He grumbled. “Let me see your paws." Skye began tearing strips off his shirt and gave me a pointed look when I huffed at him. "Kendra, your paws are bleeding. You can't just expect me to not treat them." I huffed but lay down so that Skye could tie the makeshift bandages to my feet.

Miss Penny gestured to Skye and asked her to introduce herself. "My name is Skye, Skye Milano. I am a 17 year old Taurus and witch. I love dancing and baking." At the end of her introduction, Skye was ushered to a seat behind Olive and Jessie. Olive, on the other hand, was ordered to show the new girl around the school. The minute Skye sat down, Jessie felt a cold chill run down her spine. She felt like she was a rabbit being watched by a predator that could gobble her up at any moment.