Roxanne Wolf Fanart Novels & Stories

I returned, caught up in the throbbing of the new bond pulsing between us. But before I could continue to ogle all those hard lines and ridges, perfectly carved V-lines and deliciously hard cocks the Goddess had gifted just for me, they closed in around me. I felt their hands everywhere, gliding affectionately through my fur. My wolf’s chest rumbled, a sound much more suggestive than I would have thought an animal capable of. “What’s your name, beautiful girl?” Cary’s wolf, Roan, asked through his human. “Raven. My name is Raven, mates.” She projected in their heads.

||Zander|| Raven’s wolf was beautiful. She stood tall at 12 feet and was radiating with power and grace. Her fur was unique, not like anything I had seen. It was black with hues of blue and green. Around her neck and ankle was a golden ring, which looked like just my Lycan fur. Her gold eyes beamed at me as her wolf leaned into me, muzzling the side of my face. " Our mate is special and her eyes are fucking beautiful. I can’t get enough of them, “ Axel rasped out in a dazed.

Roxana said, slapping. “Ok! Enough,” I said, holding her from her shoulders. Getting my point through, Roxana moves back and stands there smiling. Roxana is a petite Latin vampire. She has all the perfect curves and proportions. Round boobs twice my size, a thin waist, and a thick ass and legs. She has long hazelnut hair with green eyes. She has a sexy mole on her upper lip and a bit of freckle, and she has tan skin, not pale, like ours.

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.

"You seem braver, I will start with you first and let your friends watch," Roxanne strived to dissuade trepidation from ingesting her nerves but she couldn't help the emotion but she kept her brave front and even when her insides felt like they were being fried, she restrained herself from shrieking. "You are indeed a Luna, Roxanne but let's see how far you can maintain your brave front, nothing would give me more satisfaction than watch it crumbles," Yarkona asserted, increasing the afflict on the she-wolf and soon, Roxanne's screams were taking every part of the penitentiary.

Inviting Jason and his mate Thalia in, I politely asked her to take a seat. Thalia's presence brought a sense of calm to the room. Her confidence and poise were evident as she began to speak, elucidating the complexities surrounding Amara's true nature. I listened intently, absorbing each detail she shared, and it became clear that Amara was no ordinary wolf. She was a hybrid, a remarkable fusion of wolf and witch, destined for greatness if unbound appropriately.

But then it wasn’t like there was someplace for a run all this while too right… Without knowing, we had covered all the distance I had walked away from the house and Roxanne stopped as soon as she stopped in front of Giveon’s huge villa. “He can see us, he would bring a change of clothes for you,” Roxanne said and I was surprised. “If you let us run like this for a while more, you would feel all of it, for now, I’m still a separate entity from you just like how it is when a wolf is just awakened,” she explained and this time I was certain I was going to try this again.

“Wolf-name: Sera.” Cassia’s bracelet flared with sudden light. Behind the false Luna’s eyes, something pressed forward desperately. Maera whispered words too quiet to catch, but too many witnesses were watching now for whispers to save her. Mira closed one hand around her own wrist. Not to hide the mark, but to stay standing. The pack heard the impossible pairing. Mira Vale. Sera. The wolfless girl had a wolf-name in an old Moon Rite record. Galen’s voice lowered, but he did not stop.

Just as the few of them were in a deadlock, Annette rejected Kyle. Kyle gave a pained look. Seeing Kyle's expression, Lena sensed something was wrong. She immediately stepped forward and pushed Roxanne. Lena said, "Roxanne, are you crazy? What does Crystal Pack have to do with you? Who are you to speak ill of the Luna of our pack?" Roxanne was a strong she-wolf, and she did not take Lena seriously.

~Amber’s POV~ ‘Mate.’ Roxanne’s voice filled with that same purr slammed into me with such deafening impact that it completely overwhelmed the understanding of what was happening to me, the knowledge she’d just sent flooding into my head seconds ago. I blinked, trying to push myself up to see the person responsible for the command that had torn through the night. Responsible for the heat rippling through me with a blinding intensity. All I caught was a blur—the biggest wolf I had ever seen with fur to match the darkness—tearing through the rogues in what felt like seconds. Claws. Teeth. Blood.