Roxanne Wolf Fanart Novels & Stories

Kevin’s defiant eyes are so clearly depicted that the wolf is clearly Kevin. The wolf's face is grave however the head circle wrote these words, "Huh, oblivious young ladies, you are all attracted by the attractive appearance of mine? Haha, you have no clue about that I am really a beast!" Generally silly of everything is that the wolf's messy hairs painted with a major pink bow by Arosh. Arosh also puts on a three-point bathing suit for this rowdy wolf, with her clamorous, horrifying motion and her prim, gruesome face. It is so amusing to check out.

“How can this stray have achieved such positioning?!” Her inner wolf sank into a dark, envious pit. Draco had actually purchased flowers for Brooke Lawson! Had they truly shared a den during the Solaria journey? There was no denying that Brooke’s fierce, quiet beauty possessed the power to draw an alpha's eye. But Rosa had always operated under the assumption that Master Draco was immune to such base attractions, believing his standards for a female were far too unique and elevated for common flesh. Rosa had harbored a secret, desperate fixation on Draco since her earliest seasons as a pup interning in the lower rooms. In her quest to claim the seat as his primary assistant, she had broken h

I dry my hair quickly, but it stays half wet, so I clip it back to keep it out of my face. Ronan escorts me downstairs. As we walk through the hall, loud noises from outside make me jump. Through a window, I spot a line of people in black leather, aiming guns at practice dummies. “Who are they?” I ask. Ronan stands next to me, looking out the window. “The Royal Firing Squad, made entirely of Wolfless.” “Wolfless?” He nods. “They’re part of the King’s Army. Wolfless can’t fight or shift like normal Werewolves, but they can still fight—mostly like humans would.”

My perfume sat untouched on the vanity like an artifact from a life I barely recognized. Above the hearth, the portrait remained. Us—painted in ceremonial stillness. Ronan in black, one hand curled possessively around mine. I in pale silk, chin tilted modestly, eyes dulled into submission. Behind us, wolves painted into obedient crouches, symbols of loyalty neither of us had truly earned.

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

Chapter 2 A Claim Aria's POV One was pure black, like a piece of the night had come alive. His eyes glowed like golden fire. One was a shimmering silver, his fur looking like shiny something in the moonlight. The last one was a dark, midnight blue, almost black, but with a strange, beautiful sheen. They surrounded me. The black wolf, the biggest one, took a step forward. He lowered his head, sniffing the air. A low, rumbling growl vibrated in his chest. It was a sound of pure power and danger.

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.”

In fact, many of them were standing around and talking, sneaking glances at the girl beside me. There weren't many females in my pack, so Roxanne had drawn attention from the beginning, but she caught their gaze even more now. I knew they could smell the same thing I did, she had the blood of an alpha but the scent of an omega and it made for a very alluring combination. A growl rumbled in my throat, loud enough that it directed their attention to me. "Having fun?" I taunted, pulling my wolf's voice into mine. They quickly returned to training, mumbling apologies and bowing their heads.

The moon at its fullness readily shone on mountain Gaza. The whooshing whispers of the wind tore into every part of it. The mountain was readily situated at the center of five wolf kingdoms ; Azra, Ezra, Nitra , Yarna and Baduk. For every other night, it would have a lovely sight to behold the parts of the five kingdoms from the peak . But tonight, the case was totally different. The tension was high and uncertainty was the mood . Duncan , the alpha king of the most powerful kingdom, Azra, had begun a quest that was long buried. A quest to bring every other kingdom under his rule.

I repeated these movements, leaving traces of yellow paint on the fur. She stepped back to appreciate her work. The yellow color suited him, but did not make him look intimidating. Noticing the skepticism on my face, the wolf bristled and growled menacingly. I recoiled in surprise. The yellow stripes stretched out to lengthen its mouth, and the yellow fur on the top of its head stood up. Now his image was intimidating. Pleased with my reaction, he lifted his head proudly. "Poser," I muttered with a smile. But what was said in a whisper in the family of werewolves spread throughout the forest. The women laughed, even the wolves made a sound that looked like laughter or a roar. Luke approached