Roxanne Wolf Drawing Novels & Stories

She painted with a ferocity she hadn't felt in years, the colors swirling together on the canvas. And when she finally stepped back, exhausted, she saw that she'd created something new. Something wild, and beautiful, and terrifying. A wolf, its eyes glowing in the dark ,The wolf's fur was a deep, rich brown, its eyes piercing yellow. They seemed to bore into Tess's soul, making her feel like she was being pulled into the painting itself. The wolf's body was tense, its muscles rippling beneath its fur as it crouched, ready to pounce.

I lashed out, scratching down the face of one of the wolves as they tried to move in for my throat, sending them sprawling back into the dirt with a yowl of pain. I ducked to the side of the darkest wolf, narrowly missing their teeth and slashing my nails along their side, ripping the skin open. The scent of blood permeated the air, thickening it and encouraging my wolf further. Adrenaline rushed through my body, and my vision seemed to clear and slow, zooming in as the smallest wolf slipped from the group. A deep growl ripped from my throat as the female rogue made their way for the house quickly, limping from a bite I had managed to land on their front leg.

Violet The pen moved across the tablet in smooth, confident strokes. I could feel the design taking shape beneath my hand, could sense that whatever was emerging had a rightness to it that all my previous attempts had lacked. When I finally opened my eyes to see what I'd created, my breath caught in my throat. It was a wolf. Snarling, powerful, captured mid-motion with its head thrown back. But that wasn't the only thing I drew. Thorns surrounded it, wrapping around its body like a cage or a crown.

he declared triumphantly. Sharon caught the sketch book, her heart leaping when he cautioned her what she'd find inside. Every single page held a group of wolves, some hurried sketches done apparently in a rush, as though he couldn't get the image from his mind and onto paper quick enough. Other sketches were more precise than she would have imagined—hulking, sharp-eyed, living in a manner that made it harder to breathe. She gazed down at Alexander, displaying the sketchbook, "You're a wolf fan, huh?"

Sparks flew into the room. The second wolf was faster. The animal tackled Rian. They hit the floor. The rifle skittered across the wood. Rian grabbed the wolf by the throat. He used his strength. He kept the jaws away from his face. The wolf snapped. The teeth sounded like scissors. Rian roared. He drove his thumb into the wolf's eye. The animal howled in pain. Rian used the moment. He reached for his knife. He drove the blade into the wolf's ribs.

Taking a deep breath, Lani continued inking his skin with gentle movements. Content with her work, Lani smiled. She'd finally finished the design she'd imagined in her head. It was the wolf from The Wolves' logo, drawn on all the riders' leather jackets, with a dripping rose in its mouth. Lani loved the wolf, though. It was a part of her and was a good decision on her behalf, now Scar could forever remember the girl from the other side.

The animal was rolling around on his back on the lawn. "Oh my God!" Saffron screwed her eyes up as she remembered, "No, oh no!" She could never un-see. Jack Goldsmith full frontal- again. Fuuck! She covered her eyes as if that would prevent her from remembering his incredible body. Powerful muscular arms, a full washboard of eight abs, and a pronounced vee shape leading to — Well, she wouldn't think about that spectacular part of his body. The only penis she had seen in real life was Jack's and never in a dream come to that. So, she wasn't sure if it was stupendous or not. But she would give him the benefit of the doubt. What in the world brought that dream on, and how would she face him wit

Roxie teased, making her way to the room where her painting sat along with the piano, “What is this? Shoot, I think it got damaged..” Walker followed closely behind her, gazing at the portrait of Maddy, not even halfway done. “Oh, shit..I’m sorry,” Walker stepped closer and examined the portrait, “That’s weird...claw marks.” “It’s not claw marks,” Roxie rolled her eyes, leaning in, “You’re only trying to find ways to hate the wolves.” “What would you call those?” Roxie pursed her lips together, “Damage. I’ll start over—it’s OK.” “Maybe I’ll get naked and you can do my portrait.”

The specific anatomy of a wolf rendered by someone who had seen one close enough to record it correctly. Different wolves. Different sizes, different postures, the variety of what the wolf world contained laid out in sequence. Some of them in mid-shift — the transition captured at its various stages with the specific accuracy of someone who had witnessed it repeatedly. "Keep turning," James said. I turned. The sketches continued. Groups of wolves. Wolves in landscape. Then — a different subject. A wolf and a human figure. I stopped. The sketch showed two figures clearly — the wolf in its full form, large, present, and beside it a human. Not threatening, not hunting. Together. The specific qu

My arms were around her, my nose in her neck, until my tongue flicked out. Maybe I was still feeling alpha-ish. I knew everything I was doing was dominating her. My hold was firm. My touches were solid strokes. I rubbed my scent over her shoulders, leaning against her body. I tried to pull back, then moved in again before she realized it was a wolf looking at her.