Roxanne Wolf Fanart Novels & Stories

2020 Date completed // 07.04.2020 ~ A/N: Hello! I just wanted to say that 'Xanthe's Angel Wolf' is extremely light. Showcasing only the fluff of the love story of the main characters. So, if you're looking for some dark and action werewolf stuff, this is not it. Thank you for giving my story a chance, I appreciate the support. Happy reading!

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

He reached out to rub her fur, and then Freya stood up. Gael’s smile was even wider when she stood next to him. She was big, so big, Gael rubbed her and there were sparks everywhere he touched. Phoenix was an all-silver wolf. She stood as tall, if not taller than some Alpha wolves. She was muscular and fit. A beauty to behold. “Hold on baby, Ronan is driving me crazy.” He said as he put his face against Freya, who purred in contentment. He shifted in no time, and Ronan, who was always bigger than any other wolf, was just only a little taller than Freya.

the voice cooed again. “It’s nice to see you Alphas’, another sugary voice chuckled. “I am Katya, Zarek’s wolf, Kai’s mate.” “I am Anya- Talon and his wolf, Leo’s mate.” “I am Lucan’s wolf, Max’s mate- Mia !” “I am Tyra, Corwin’s wolf, Oscar’s mate.” “And lastly,” the sweetest voice of all said, “My name is Rose. I am Zoe’s true wolf and Victor’s wolf, Roger’s mate.”

Rose asked. “I don’t know. Something that makes his green eyes stand out,” Olivia answered as she sent the picture to Rose. Rose had pulled her tablet out of her bag and was ready to start as soon as she got the photo. Within minutes, she was hard at work, completely changing the wolf's setting. As she worked, Olivia flipped through other pictures on her computer until she came to the one showing the wolf watching over his two small pups. “That one always makes me sad,” Rebecca sighed.

he replied promptly. "What kind of paintings?" "Ancient Wolf Legends," he said, his eyes lighting up with genuine excitement. "'Fenrir' was just the beginning." I was surprised he remembered the name of my hidden painting. "The Nightshade Wolf Pack will fund a full series of oil paintings based on the Legend of the Ancient Wolves," he proposed. "With artist Natalia Luna as the lead artist." I noticed he'd blended my birth name with a new surname—neither Silverstone nor Moonhaven, but something new. It felt like an offering of rebirth.

Matriarch Esi Wolfhart and my brother, Tarian Blackthorn, sit across from us, their expressions frozen. Ronan Wolfhart's dark, golden Lycan eyes narrow into dangerous slits. "Is that so?" His low, rumbling voice vibrates through the floorboards like distant thunder. He doesn't glance at the crucial pack alliance documents he rushed back to retrieve, tossing them onto the table as if they mean nothing.

“We end this together.” With a swift nod, they both shifted into their wolves. Xavier transformed into a powerful grey wolf with glimmering eyes that held the intensity of the storm within. Arianna’s wolf, Aurora, burst forth in a whirlwind of silver and white, her coat shimmering like moonlight, fierce and ready to fight. The air crackled with energy as they stood side by side, preparing to face Andrew. The sounds of clashing metal and the roars of other wolves filled the chamber, but all that mattered was the confrontation ahead.

She seems to like lying that way. From the angle she is laying I can see her mating mark. I remember seeing three wolves with crowns above their heads looking at the moon before I added my mark. Now beside a wolf I believe is Arya is a man with a pale face dressed in black. Me. I have a crown above my head as well. It is truly beautiful. If others outside our world were to see it, they would think it was a tattoo. They would never know the meaning behind it. I haven’t looked at mine yet though I am curious. I want to get a look at Ryan's and Luther’s.

"They wanted him, and they took him. Now, I'm going to get him back. Can I trust that my pack will still be here when we return?" "You're going to need backup." A new female voice called out as she strutted forward with a small collection of wolves behind her, each one emanating strength and power. "I'm glad he found you, Lana. My name is Scarlett, Luna of the Shadow Pack. Your mate has been harassing me for the past week to get my ass over here, and now he isn't even here to greet me. It's rude." The smile on her face told me she was joking, but I was too frustrated to force one back.