Roxanne Wolf Fanart Novels & Stories

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

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

It seems as if she was angry on the outside but I could tell she was faking it. " come on raina just help me out a little. I found this little wolf here in a death trap and it seems as if something is wrong with him. I want you to see if you can communicate with him and ask him if he wants to join my pack. I also want to know if he can shift or not so chop-chop." The alpha lady clapped her hands at the witch telling her to hurry up which seems to irritate the witch lady even more. I need to start calling them by their names, I doubt they would want me to continue to call them the alpha lady and the witch lady.

A female voice said in Roxanna’s mind. Barron swallowed hard. Roxanna’s eyes were light brown when she was a wolf. It was never gold.

Mate! It was the first time since she discovered her wolf that Roxanna had actually really heard Vera stir inside of her like this. The unfortunate part of this situation was the fact that she was forced to look up at Alpha James as he stared down at her with disgust, rather than adoration or even acute interest. He looked angry. She had to think back at how she found herself in this situation. She had gone out to let her wolf out, and then she heard the call. The smell of everything she ever found appealing wrapped into one strong package. He smelled like a mixture of cinnamon spice, sandlewood and another natural earthy scent, and her heart lept in her chest, but her hopeful expression was

"Celly, you are welcome to stay as long as you want." "Only if Luna allows the exemption to continue. At some point, she is going to ask how my nightmares are. I won't be able to lie to her. Although, I hope it will be at least a few weeks. I am enjoying being with you now." I smiled and blushed. 'If you keep blushing like that, people will know you are having sex.' My wolf said grumpily. I blushed harder. "My wolf says if I keep blushing people are going to know we are having sex. Do you think that's true?"