Roxanne Wolf Ai Voice Novels & Stories

I knocked on her door and stood there waiting and knocked again and stood there some more like someone who had not been standing in front of this exact door for forty seconds already. It opened. Roxanne was in an oversized shirt, her curls loose and messy, clearly not long out of bed, and she looked at me with an expression so flat it could have been used as a spirit level. "Oh," she said. "It's you." "Yeah." I said. "What do you want?" She asked. Tell her you're sorry, my wolf said. "Were you expecting someone else?" I asked. She stared at me. "Does it matter?" "I'm just saying, you opened the door like..."

[Rosalynd] “I’m not a wolf,” I argue. “My wolf, Conner, disagrees,” Axel counters. “He says he’s seen her, your wolf. He also says she is beautiful, by the way.” He blushes. “I think we are both eager to meet her.” “Don’t you think if I had a wolf all this time I would have known about it?” I suggest. “I mean, your wolf has a whole personality of his own. I would have noticed if a part of me was arguing with me as much as Conner argues with you.”

His chest heaves under his heavy leather mantle, his massive body shifting to block my way entirely. “Do you not recognize my voice, Sommy?” Ronan rasps, his deep tone dropping into a low, velvet rumble that vibrates straight into my chest. My mouth goes dry behind the silk mask. I force myself to look up, meeting his blood-shot, desperate golden eyes. “Supreme Alpha Wolfhart,” I say, my voice steady, distant, and completely stripped of affection. A visible flinch passes over Ronan’s sharp features, as if my formal title was a physical blade thrust into his ribs.

I demand, my voice a rough whisper that echoes through the darkness. The wolf rises, his muscles rippling beneath that golden fur, and steps closer. He nudges my hand with his cold, wet nose, and I recoil, startled by the contact. His voice resonates in my mind, a deep rumble that feels ancient and powerful. “I am the wolf assigned to you by Katia.”

Okay, Dorian is really earning himself more positive points for this first date. “You are half werewolf, I want to not only appeal to your human side, but your wolf side as well. I don’t do things half assly, Wolf Girl.” Dorian states, causing Sabrina to swoon. I have to admit, Dorian is a smooth talker. He certainly uses it to his advantage. “I appreciate your attention to detail, Warrior Prince. Even Sabrina is falling for you.” I counter, popping the crunchy coconut shrimp in my mouth. “Good to know I have both your attention and your wolves. Can you talk to your wolf?”

Only for me to pause when Thelma said, wiping her smiles in a flash, “Evolet… Wolf Fall’s favourite damsel. An Omega with the ability and strength of a Luna.” I stared at her, noticing how she moved her left hand strangely to the back, like one who was about to make an attack. “You came as the damsel who couldn’t summon her beast and advanced into the Omega with a pet wolf, making you an divine guidance to look up to. Oh, scratch that. I meant a pet… Rogue,” She pointed, flashing her eyes at me. She finally ended her shenanigans, revealing her true self at last. “The Queen and her son have been searching for that beast, wondering how he keeps disappearing without a trace! But who would have

Leo said while slightly hissing at the end as he roughly ruffled his hair in frustration. “Yeah. Why did you even do that? Even when I told you to stop.” He flinched as he heard someone say in an echoing low voice that but he could not see who it was and was looking around to find him. “Stop it, Leo, you’ll never find me no matter how much you try. Idiot.” ‘There it goes again. Who was that?’ He thought after he heard it again. “I’m your inner wolf, idiot. My name is –”

He pulled her closer to him before speaking. “Pure Alphas and high ranking wolves have an innate ability to stop the aging process at will. And restart it too, at their choosing. Make no mistake, this woman is 200 years old. The man with her, is Stefano, her second in command. He serves her with absolute loyalty and it seems he is also her oldest and dearest friend.”

Like where I always belonged. ‘That’s because you found your mates already, Elina.’ The voice is clear as day, and I realize it’s in my head. Oh my Goddess! My wolf! I swear I hear her chuckle. ‘I’m excited to finally meet you too!’ My wolf tells me, and I smile. ‘What’s your name?’ I ask her. It’s so strange to talk to a soul inside my head. ‘My names Orla.’ She answers, and I smile, Orla, beautiful.

Furs sprout across my skin, prickling and hot. The transformation is agonizing, but I push through it. Finally, I open my eyes. The world shrinks, the courtyard far below. I feel my wolf's voice stir in my head. What will her voice be like? Angelic? Maybe with a beautiful accent? "Yo!" a female voice says. Huh? "Um, hello?" "Yo, I'm Serena. Your sexy wolf. Nice to meet you." She chirps in a casual tone. Sexy? "Hello. I am Verena."