Roxanne Wolf Fanart Novels & Stories

“Why aren't you saying anything? She's enjoying it. See how her legs are trembling. My eyes travelled down to her shapely long legs. They would look so good, wrapped around our waist. “Stop,” Roxanne said, her voice an unsteady whisper. My eyes met hers, watching her expression. For a split second I thought she had hacked into my mind and listened to me and my wolf. “Stop what?” I asked. She'd look good underneath us but really perfect atop. I took in ragged breaths while Roxanne watched me with big and innocent eyes. Those eyes that I wanted to gaze into after I sink my canines into her spot and mark her.

In all that, Turstin eyes were with this ideal creature of beauty. After a while, they concluded their discussions and Turstin headed back to the chambers prepared for him. He undressed for the night, picked up a book on the side table and began to read. The thought of the beautiful werewolf came creeping into play and Turstin started to smile. She had such a profound effect on him… Knock, Knock. His thoughts were snapped, and he stood up and walked to the door. “Sorren go and see…” he was slapped by the werewolf that took his breath.

I scanned the battlefield and saw a large black wolf being surrounded by about 10 enemy wolves. I could see that he was handling his own pretty well! I then saw a smaller black wolf about to make a sneak attack on the larger black wolf. I was confused at first but quickly realized that the large black wolf was Alpha Braxton and this smaller, scruffier looking wolf must have been another part of Zandicar's plan! I tried to warn Braxton, but before I could, I saw this majestic white wolf soar over everyone's heads and tackle the small black wolf. The white wolf slammed the small black wolf to the ground while Braxton's wolf finished dealing with the wolves in front of him. He then joined the w

Between being Lancelot's secretary, per time personal assistant and full time coffee maker, Roxanne didn't have time for herself. Frankly, even her nights were torture these days. For a very long time, she had been having nightmares. In all of them, a black wolf was always trying to attack her and going for different parts of her body. On one occasion, she had almost thought that she would lose her limbs, until she woke up. She had become very terrified of sleeping. And whenever she caught a glance of any of the numerous wolf statues in the palace, frightening flashes of her dreams always returned. What scared Roxanne more was how real the dreams always seemed to be. They always left her wit

My wolf crawled out of my body with ever ready intentions to fight. The smell was very strong, I could tell an army of rouges passed by. Without any stoppages, I headed right into the borders of the pack. Rogues! They were everywhere fighting my pack from all sides. Bones were snapping and painful growls were rising in the air. And interfering this pungent smell, was a strong intoxicating, rosy smell. Floating in the mist of the stinky scents . The rose scent made my mouth water. It felt very comforting and attractive that it drew my wolf, Axel in.

Roxy sat down on the bench next to her and put a hand on her back, rubbing up and down. "I heard you're in love with David, so I think you'll understand my predicament. Knowing the moon goddess screwed up and mated you to the wrong wolf. But don't worry, I'm going to fix it for both of us." Roxy's hand went up into Clara's hair. She made a fist and jerked Clara's head back. "His mark belongs to me."

His eyes flickering a golden yellow as he turned back to me, his face full of embarrassment and rage. “Your twin sister Raven’s wolf awakened at sixteen years old,” he spat as he stepped past Alistair, my heart pounding in my chest as we came face to face, his icy glare full of contempt. “She’s already one of our most powerful warriors, but you… you are nothing but a wolfless mutt. I have no use for you.”

I landed on all fours, a black wolf unlike any other,larger than Kael, more beast than wolf, glowing faintly with ancient marks along my spine. Darius paused mid-step. He turned, brows lifting slightly in surprise. “Oh,” he said, amused. “You’ve got two wolves.” I bared my teeth, saliva dripping from my fangs. Raze surged forward. We collided in a blast of force that cracked the earth beneath our paws. I drove him back, slamming my shoulder into his chest. He skidded but didn’t fall. Still, that surprise was back in his eyes. His claws lashed out, but I ducked, biting down on his arm, the taste of his corrupted power burning against my tongue.

​ I froze as his striking features came into view—a strong jawline, sun-kissed skin, and brown hair that fell just past his ears, tousled in a way that added to his effortless charm. Standing tall with a powerful, muscular build, the Alpha exuded an aura of deadly dominance and godly allure that demanded submission. The longer our eyes locked, the more his gaze intensified. A sudden uproar erupted around me.​ "He didn't flinch under Ronan's aura!" "Yeah, no one has ever withstood Ronan's aura before. Who is this wolf?"​ The handsome wolf's expression darkened at the murmurs. I blinked. Wait, did they just call him Ronan? Ronan Volkstane?!​

I quickly paced down the hall so I could get to the room faster and open this book that felt like a newfound piece of treasure in my hands. As I scanned through the first few pages of the book, it was picture after picture of different drawings and versions of what a nightwolf was portrayed to look like. Some of them were detailed to be howling at the moon, whilst several illustrations had a sort of evil and rabid look to them. But there was one in particular that caught my eye, and instead of just flicking past it, I stopped, staring at how strikingly similar it was. The wolf was pure black, just like mine. No white, silver streaks across its fur like all the others had, and this one was th