Roxanne Wolf 18+ Novels & Stories

“No. The full moon is just days away, your wolf is about to go into heat. She called out to me. You would be the perfect luna, we’d be unstoppable.” “That’s nice. It’s still a no, Nathaniel.”

“Has Rooker gotten his wolf yet? He turned fourteen, what, last week?” “Very good memory, Mads. And yes, his wolf manifested on his birthday. Which is unusual for Ike’s family line, but not Anne’s. She’s of Alpha descent, so Rooker’s wolf coming at fourteen isn’t too out of the ordinary. However, several of the pups over there are sixteen and seventeen and they’re still wolf-free, except for Chandler, the tall one. I’m hoping that this impromptu party isn’t just to fuck with Rooker because they’re jealous.” Brent says as he begins peeling the label off his root beer bottle and I can see the worry in his big sage green eyes.

He had wanted to control a Phoenix wolf Storm lowered her head, lips peeling back in a snarl that shook the ground below her. Another growl echoed across the battlefield. The bond hummed like a livewire as Creed stalked forward, his fur brushing up against Storm's. Our wolf mate was absolutely magnificent. Strong muscles rippled beneath his midnight coat. Every movement radiated Alpha authority. Power rolled off him in crushing waves. The instant they touched, Phoenix fire leapt effortlessly from our coat onto his. The flames raced across his black fur in waves, curling around his frame before settling there as though they had always belonged.

A female voice said in Roxanna’s mind. Barron swallowed hard. Roxanna’s eyes were light brown when she was a wolf. It was never gold.

Cole nodded, his eyes never leaving Karen's sleeping face. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Karen snuggled close to her wolf. He was always there for her, always making her feel good. He was laying on his side breathing in an even rhythm with hers. Her head was on his chest. She reached a hand to stroke his soft fur. She could hear a pleasurable grumble from him and grinned to herself. She kept petting him slowly, and turned over, facing his stomach now. She could see the pink tip of his cock poking out as it hardened. She wondered. She leaned forward and flicked out her tongue at the tip. Her wolf gave a short growl. She gently took his prepuce in her hand and pulled it back, showing more of his cock, h

I growl stalking towards him again “Martin wait” Bryat says and I turn to him, anger still boiling in me “do you remember the story…the one they told us when we were younger. The black female wolf. If what he says is true…if Claire is the black female wolf she doesn’t get a mate. If this is true there could be more alphas coming to see if it’s true”

Warning: This scene features intense, explicit violence including torture, mutilation, disembowelment, and brutal killing. Ronan's possessive rage is shown in its rawest form. Not suitable for readers who are uncomfortable with dark, visceral content. ~ RONAN ~ The stench of two rogue wolves fills our noses as we race toward it, Kael growling furiously inside me. Even from this distance, I can feel their fear. Absolute fuckers, the bastards should have thought about that before they laid a hand on what belongs to me.

“Why aren't you saying anything? She's enjoying it. See how her legs are trembling. My eyes travelled down to her shapely long legs. They would look so good, wrapped around our waist. “Stop,” Roxanne said, her voice an unsteady whisper. My eyes met hers, watching her expression. For a split second I thought she had hacked into my mind and listened to me and my wolf. “Stop what?” I asked. She'd look good underneath us but really perfect atop. I took in ragged breaths while Roxanne watched me with big and innocent eyes. Those eyes that I wanted to gaze into after I sink my canines into her spot and mark her.

He knew what she was doing and he wouldn’t fall for it. As he continued fighting seeing he was winning, Veyra injured sent another signal. A massive rogue wolf approached not long after with blood drooling all over his fur, The Rocue was as Big as an Alpha wolf but hoi sfur was black with spots of rot but strangely it looked health.

I replied to him but as soon as I spelled the name ‘Paul’, I gasped. “What happened? What is it?” Karien inquired as he saw me gasped all of sudden. I looked at him and asked, “Do you remember what was the shade of the wolf fur, and how big was he?” “He had slightly golden brown, white-colored mix fur and not so big as I saw a werewolf in movies. I don’t think he was a strong wolf but he was there attacking those two guys before I got there and he ran off as soon as he saw me” He said recollecting the memories of last night.