Roxanne Wolf Fanart Novels & Stories

He is the youkai of winter, the snow demon. His second essence, if my memory serves me right, is a large demonic wolf. What was the difference between a snow werewolf and such a creature, you ask? The first is a beast in nature, and the second is a projection of an image. In other words, Maroon is a youkai who wields the magic of snow and winter. Snow werewolves were close to him by nature, so the man changed his essence to that of a wolf. But at the same time, he was never a real beast. Yes, his image of a huge white wolf terrified everyone who encountered him, but it was only an image. We can say that the illusion is a very high-quality illusion. - How do you feel? - I heard the voice of B

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.

At least seducing Alexander to save her pack was her decision. Mae set down her pen, forcing a smile as her eyes traveled across the table and landed on the alpha wolf headed toward them. Alexander Caron was a massive, muscled wall of a Canadian packmaster from a few hours north of Wolf Pack Run, and the man who could save them all, according to her brother.

He wiggled the leashes in his hands. "Where'd you get them?" "Just by the roadside where the second popped out from." "But they're just so cute." I gushed at the little puppies. "Do you even know their breeds?" "The hell do you take me for? They're Lhasa Apso." I defended myself. "Ten points to Roxanne!" "I'm going to have to get used to that name, innit?" "Yup." He popped the 'p'. "You know you can just call me Roxy right?"

She could easily guess he was an omega in his pack. He roared with bloodshot eyes as she laughed at him. Jackson had run Into a corner as the wolf in front of him was bigger and looked stronger than his. Their colleague was frightened to death and was about to dial the police through the phone on the counter. Lucia gave Jackson a sign and he immediately hit a large frying pan on the girl's head. She fell to the floor. The wolf roared again while he gathered his strength. Without warning, he launched at Lucia, biting hard on her shoulder.

The werewolf came, its feet hitting the ground mercilessly as its hands joined in its movement. It broke out from the woods, tearing off the leaves of the trees with less effort, and growling at the sight of the man. “You can't take anyone from my family.!” Mark grinned as he shifted under the bright moonlight. His bones cracked, and his skin stretched beyond its limits, tearing to become as tough as that of a wolf. He growled at the phantom, just as the phantom growled at him. Like two behemoths, they collided, and the green grasses on the ground fell victim to their battle.

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.

Rebel pulls Aiden aside, “Nyx, do you want to go for a run? Roxie would love to get to know you too. I can have Austin join us.” “The more the merrier. Thank you for accepting me.” “What’s not to accept? You are gorgeous. I want to see you run!” Rebel and Austin both pull a shift. They are both black wolves, but Rebel has red highlights in her fur. I remember she said her wolf is named Roxie and Tio said Austin’s wolf was named Cronos. Nyx looks at Aiden, “Coming babe?” “Always.” He looked at everyone else, “Anyone who can and wants to come, shift and let’s go.”

I answered, then frowned when Roxanne rushed ahead, turning into her wolf and slamming against the shield. As a mate, she was very worried, but deep down, I was sure she knew he was capable of fighting them all by himself. His lycan's build was above an Alpha queen, and his aura was very intimidating. The white, silky fur was smeared with blood, and so was his mouth, which had blood dripping from it. Roxanne took a step back and slammed into the shield, making it shake as a small crack appeared. "It's like glass," Whitney whispered, then looked at me with a smirk.