Roxanne Wolf Fanfic Novels & Stories

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.”

“When I take you, there will be no other man’s hands between us.” The words should have enraged me. They did. But they also sent a violent shiver down my spine. Ronan felt it, and his smile turned slow and dark and terribly satisfied. “You think that proves something?” I demanded. “I think your wolf understands me better than you do.” “My wolf wants to tear out your throat.” He leaned in until his lips nearly brushed mine. “So do you.” His breath was warm, and my body ached with wanting and hating. “I’ve been looking forward to watching you try,” he whispered.

"And you also promised you'd help me pick out a dagger fit for an Omega to use for protection." Ronan looked down at her, his expression visibly softening. "Don't worry. I haven't forgotten." Having said that, he tentatively looked up at me. "By the way, Freya, the journey to the Onyx Wolf pack is long. Do you need me to bring anything back for you from the Dark Market?" I shook my head indifferently. "No. I've already prepared everything." He took a step closer to me, his towering Alpha presence bearing down. "Freya, are you angry at me because of Willow?"

As soon as I rounded the car, I was faced with what my wolf wanted me to see, and for a while; I froze in the distance, my legs suddenly heavy to carry. About five steps aware from me was the very first woman to be mated to me. Looking effortlessly elegant and beautiful, Rowena stood conversing with a man I had no idea who he was. My heart was constricting as I seemed to zone out, just simply watching her. I had no doubt I would have remained rooted to the spot the entire day if the man in front of her hadn’t suddenly barked so loudly that I snapped out of my trance. My eyes flickered toward him to see him now lunging at her.

Claire wrapped her arms around her middle, probably wanting to sink into the floor and get away from the situation. A red haze covered my vision and I could feel my bones burning with the urge to shift into my wolf. The feeling of rage and jealousy confused me so much and that confusion seemed to ground me, halting my shift before it had even begun. I focused more on Claire and what was happening, how her sister had edged closer to the boy and was making an attempt to grab his hand in hers. He shook her off and took a step closer to Claire. Claire took one back as well, bumping into me. I would be damned if I took a step back. Instead, I placed a hand on her shoulder to steady her but knew t

His tall, athletic frame seemed to emit heat and his grey eyes locked onto mine with a passion that sent shivers down my spine. Not even bothering to close the door, he pulled me into a kiss. My knees buckled but he held me firm against him. The kiss was feral and lasted until I could no longer breathe. I could feel his fangs elongate before he pulled back and held me in his arms. “Turns out we are mates little wolf” he chuckled Little Wolf was a name he had given me as kids when we played together.

RONA'S POV I only kept grunting in pain, covered in sweat and blood. ‘Ara, why are you doing this?’ I asked for the umpteenth time, unable to wrap my head around the reason my wolf wants to kill me. I suddenly felt the cold energy from last night push to the front of my mind, giving me hope. But before I could get relief from the mind numbing pain, I felt Ara's hot flames push the cold energy back, intensifying her efforts to burn me up.

He'd spent too many years clawing through blood and duty to have time for fantasies. But Kaela wasn’t a fantasy. She was real. And the bond was real. Too real. It clawed at him now, even as he paced the edge of their territory—northern cliffs slick with ice and mist curling up from the drop. He should’ve been focused. There were still rogue movements on the ridge. He had scouts stretched thin. The council breathing down his neck. But his wolf didn’t care about any of that. It wanted her. Worse, it wanted to protect her. Which, for Ronan, meant watching from too-close, showing up when she didn’t ask, and scaring the hell out of any male who looked at her for longer than a blink.

Gabriel didn't move. The wolf general crouched slightly, ready to spring. And I braced for it when I head a crashing sound and a wall tumbling, dust and chunks of metal rained down as a figure stepped through the rubble. Not just any figure, It was Victoria Monroe, she was dragging a limp, broken werewolf body behind her by the throat, still twitching, barely alive like it was nothing more than a sack of laundry. Her long trench coat flared behind her, streaked in gore, the fingers of her metal arm clenched tight around the wolf's neck.

As I said not even the Dark Lord himself can stop me. How can your tiny kindness stop me? Try me but you won’t win. However, I m enjoying every moment right now. I m loving the moment where one she-wolf is lying to her packs. Moreover, she is not an ordinary she-wolf. She is the daughter of the great Alpha Drake and great Luna Drusilla. She is betraying her kind. Not only I was saved but I can see conflicts in between their packs. And how lovely is that? I can now no longer wait to make her fall in love. Debra, brace yourself. I m coming for you.