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.

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.

When Reeina, standing next to me, turns around with a smile, I already wonder what it is before I can turn around myself. The Wolf King comes out of the house behind us. He looks paler than usual, and it takes me a while to remember why, after all he shows a haughty and proud expression as he walks to where we are. He wears a type of charcoal-colored armor beneath a red cloak that sweeps the ground with each step. Her long black hair has been braided back, adorned with metal and golden ribbons, and on her forehead she has a type of thin stone ring with an inscription on her tongue.

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.

“But I do need to show you something.” She takes my hand and leads me to her desk. Opening a drawer, she pulls out a small stack of papers. She holds them out to me, and I take the stack. They’re children’s drawings in crayon. “I found those in Bryony’s room,” Willow explains. Our three-year-old daughter's drawing isn’t a concern. It’s the subject matter in her drawings that makes me pause. There are drawings of wolves in cages, a bloody wolf on the ground with a knife sticking out of its neck and a black sun with a smaller blue circle inside of it.

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