Robyn #wolfwalkers Novels & Stories

Not really energetic enough to walk back, the brunette sat with her back resting on a tree and her eyes started scanning the place around her. "A nice forest?" Ruby commented, releasing a deep breath and looking down at her hands in sadness, "Did you really have to go, Mira? You promised and now...what am I supposed to do?" She whispered lowly, her eyelids needed sleep but she was too afraid to close her eyes. She heard a twig snap and looked around in alarm. Ruby gasped at what she saw, frozen in place as she stared at yellow eyes with amber-gold swirls. Eyes that belonged to a wolf. A werewolf.

my mom said. “Damn right!” my father roared, never being able to keep his mouth shut for too long. “We’ve got an emerging war on our hands. There are more important things to focus on now than mates and babies. Let’s not encourage this foolishness.” “Everyone knows a mate strengthens a werewolf!” Robin replied. “When the mate’s not a distraction!” My dad looked angered at being argued with. I was surprised at Robin’s boldness. She usually knew better than to get into an argument with my father. “That’s enough of this talk. Let’s eat.” His word was always final.

I say, our eyes are now at the same level as I'm kneeling to meet it. 'She was right, you can't remember anything.' The wolf says. “Who?” I ask in awe. 'Don't worry Ruby, my name is Roxane, Roxs as you like calling me; your wolf. I came back just for you.' She explains ignoring my question. Her revelation excites me hence I ignore my question too. “My wolf? Really.” I ask, smiling. 'Yes darling, and I'm going to restore the memories you need. I really missed you.' Sky states. 'All you need to do is to accept me in.' She explains.

I returned, caught up in the throbbing of the new bond pulsing between us. But before I could continue to ogle all those hard lines and ridges, perfectly carved V-lines and deliciously hard cocks the Goddess had gifted just for me, they closed in around me. I felt their hands everywhere, gliding affectionately through my fur. My wolf’s chest rumbled, a sound much more suggestive than I would have thought an animal capable of. “What’s your name, beautiful girl?” Cary’s wolf, Roan, asked through his human. “Raven. My name is Raven, mates.” She projected in their heads.

Ryan ran towards Ellon and took him with him while Chandra attacked the rogues who were a little far from her with the knives. "Ryan, run towards the pack house and take as many people as you can take with you. I will give you cover" she didn't wait for his reply and shifted in her jet-black wolf. Her wolf is an exact copy of the king, but there is a little height difference, and her wolf has brown eyes. Ryan took Ellon's hand. "Ryan, mom and dad are in danger", Ellon said while tears slipped from his eyes.

She asked, smiling uncontrollably at Robbery. “Oh no, does that mean this is it for me? Am I going to be stuck here forever with some crazy Tarzan girl and no communication with civilization? I should have listened to my father; I should have stayed home and become alpha like he'd always wanted. Now I'll become a rogue wolf all alone on a forgotten island,” Robbert said with tears in his eyes as he fell to his knees. “Wolf? Alpha? What do you mean by that?” The girl asked. “I’m… I'm a werewolf. Do you know about werewolves?” Robert asked.

Blaine's wolf was a sleek, silver-furred creature with glowing green eyes, known for its agility and tactical prowess. Sheryn Lowan Cavanaugh, Blaine's younger sister, was a striking figure with long auburn hair that cascaded down her back in thick waves. Her eyes were a deep, forest green, mirroring her brother's, though her expression was more serious. Sheryn's wolf, with a coat the color of autumn leaves, was swift and deadly in battle, known for her fierce loyalty to her family and pack.

Wren plonked herself onto a stool that appeared to be in stark disproportion to her gangly legs, before launching into her usual string of grievances for the day. “I swear, I’ll skin that wolf next time I see it.” Wren proclaimed. The girl, wrestling one of her wet boots off to place it next to the fire, the marred footwear was soon joined by its pair as she continued, “He either scares off all of the animals or takes them for himself. All I can catch these days are these damned rabbits!” The discontented grumblings, something that Tilla had heard many times before, she thought little of them as she finished fastening Clint’s bandages.

The wolf roared angrily at Linda, thrust its claws into her chest and growled menacingly, baring its sharp teeth. “Enough, stop!” snapped Aryadi, in an instant he turned into a black wolf and pounced back at the red wolf. Linda got up again with black blood seeping between the fronts of her clothes. As she was about to attack for the umpteenth time, the remaining witches finally stopped the vampire woman's actions with magic like a few minutes ago, as well as wolf-shifter Aryadi. Rokan Allegro took a deep breath, pushing out the wood and marble shards on his back with his strength until they fell. “Take them both to the prison ward,” he muttered, enduring the pain in his body.

For a moment he appeared crestfallen, as if reliving some painful memory. “Who is this person?” Rachel quizzed. “Your brother?” “No,” he answered softly. “The woman I love. Melora Channing.” Rachel’s mouth opened in surprise. Melora had been a year behind her in high school. She was a sweet girl, with a very complicated life, which now involved a relationship with a werewolf it seemed. “Melora Channing? The daughter of that bitch, Gwyneth Channing?” “The one and only,” Stefano answered. “You know the Channings?”