Roxanne Wolf Drawing Novels & Stories

It wasn't a joke when she asked me to call her the Beautiful one. She's huge, I was surprised she wasn't small. Though not as big as Zek, she was still bigger than most female wolves. She has white fur, white as snow. No wonder she bears snow as a name and the most beautiful is her blue eyes. Deep and accentuated her look. Xander couldn't stop talking about how beautiful my wolf was. He took so many pictures of her and I couldn't help staring at them. She's me and I'm here. My other half.

My sacred parts pulse for him, making me impatient. The wolf looks down at where I am open, curiously. “She's beautiful,” he murmurs reverently. Aren't cannis females like that? I suddenly remember that he's never seen them so close up. I shamelessly lift my hips, offering myself. He lets out his breath. That red eye glows as it stares at me, as if accepting what I'm giving it, then goes lower, closer, closer. The next caress is hot as fire, yet soft and insistent.

His wolf has two tails and five legs. A small note at the bottom of the box catches my attention. “You showed me that I am worth it. Now I will prove it by having a new meaning in life. Thank you for believing in me.” I smile at his words and place the strange clay wolf on my dresser before cleaning up the wrappings. I toss the letters in a drawer and head to my desk. Then, I pull out my giant drawing pad and grab a thick marker. Standing in front of my big window, I write a note, then hold it directly on my window.

There were plenty of woods to run in. ‘Alpha, Luna, would you let Wyatt see your wolves? He has been interacting with mine for almost an hour, and it’s going really well. But it would be good for him to see others,’ Milly linked them before they could disappear. Rayvin and Mikael moved slowly towards the human and Milly. They didn’t want to scare him. Milly and he stood in a clearing, Rayvin could see how mesmerised he was by Milly’s wolf. It was a cute, chocolate coloured wolf. Milly had bleached her hair for so long, Rayvin had forgotten she was actually a brunette. When Wyatt’s focused shifted to Rayvin and Mikael, she saw him pale a little and Rayvin could tell he was making an effort to

She lifted her face to the sky and called for her mate. Trentity wolves have a light greyish fur with black tips on their paws, ears, and nose. Usually, the wolf and human share the same color eyes. Another tell-tale sign of what we are, as if it were necessary. Within a few moments, an enormous reddish-brown wolf with yellow glowing eyes was in front of us. Roxy moved closer and rubbed her body against Rafe's side.

She threw her hands up in front of her face ready for the blow. A blur of motion exploded between them. The large beast slammed into the man, sending him flying into the alley wall with bone-snapping force. The attacker crumpled with a strangled cry, the knife clattering to the ground, forgotten. Alyssa stumbled backward, staring wide-eyed at the massive wolf standing between her and the man. Its fur bristled, muscles taut with barely contained violence. Rain dripped from its muzzle, and its golden eyes—those eyes—locked onto hers.

I quickly paced down the hall so I could get to the room faster and open this book that felt like a newfound piece of treasure in my hands. As I scanned through the first few pages of the book, it was picture after picture of different drawings and versions of what a nightwolf was portrayed to look like. Some of them were detailed to be howling at the moon, whilst several illustrations had a sort of evil and rabid look to them. But there was one in particular that caught my eye, and instead of just flicking past it, I stopped, staring at how strikingly similar it was. The wolf was pure black, just like mine. No white, silver streaks across its fur like all the others had, and this one was th

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

“Come on in.” Her apartment is small but inviting. A mix of vintage furniture and modern touches gives it a unique charm, but what catches my eye immediately are the paintings and sketches on the walls. Wolves. Everywhere. Some are beautifully detailed, showing wolves in moonlit forests or running through snow, while others are more abstract, capturing the wild essence of the animals in bold, sweeping brushstrokes. “You’re into wolves?” I ask, my voice casual, but my mind races with the possibilities. Raina shrugs, kicking off her boots and tossing her jacket onto a chair. “You could say that. Always had something for them. Powerful creatures. Loyal. Strong.”

I stood in the doorway of the storage room and what I saw made me go still. Lyra sat cross-legged on the concrete floor with Jax beside her, their knees almost touching. Between them on the floor she had drawn a circle about the size of a dinner plate, in chalk or dust or something I could not identify from the doorway. She had her hands flat on her knees and her eyes half closed, and inside the circle, sitting precisely in its center, was a wolf. Small. Puppy-sized, maybe younger. White-grey and slightly transparent at the edges, like smoke that had decided to be solid. It was wagging its tail. Actually wagging it, back and forth with a puppyish enthusiasm that was entirely at odds with the