Roxanne Wolf Fanfiction Novels & Stories

She turned away quickly, pretending she hadn’t just been ogling me. We went outside and split up, shifting behind the bushes. I shifted into Ronan, his midnight-black fur shimmered under the sunlight. He was massive, and I only hoped he wouldn’t intimidate her wolf. Then she stepped out, and I froze. The most stunning wolf I had ever seen—rusty brown fur, green eyes that gleamed like stars. No fear in her gaze, only admiration and love. She leapt, licking Ronan’s nose, and he lowered his head, pressing his forehead to hers before licking her snout.

It doesn’t help that I was starting to get a headache from all that crying in my head! ‘Okay, okay! Fine! If it makes you so happy, I’ll go see Beowulf! Now hush up in there!’ I gave in. ‘Yay~!’ I sighed at the change in tune. How on earth did I end up with a wolf more childish than my own children? Could it be that her own mentality digressed in the five years she was sleeping? Was that even possible for a wolf? “Um… Nex?” I looked down at Roxanne at her call, noticing her looking at me strangely.

Ronan’s wolf came in his as his eyes were shining a golden colour, and his jaw tightened. “You love him, then why do you tremble like this in my arms?” He locked my lips. “Why does your body respond when I touch you?” Ronan's lips dragged roughly over my collarbone and sucked my nipples until sparks of heat shot down my body. “Ronan, please…” My voice broke in protest. “There it is. The Vexia that begs. Don’t pretend you’re not mine when every part of you betrays Alexander.” He laughed at me and taunted me.

Sprinting past Mark, I shove open the office door and head straight for the parking lot… Then a voice stops me. "Alpha Daniel! Help!" I skid to a halt. Roxanne stands near the shadows of the office building, clutching her chest. Her face is pale, eyes wide with fear. She staggers forward, collapsing near my feet. My wolf snarls. ‘Forget her. Get to Hannah.’ But she gasps again, her breath coming in ragged bursts. "My… heart," she whispers. "Can't… breathe." Damn it. My hands ball into fists. I know what I should do—leave her here, and call someone else to help—but Roxanne isn’t from my pack. If something happens to her, her Alpha and family could accuse me of negligence and I can’t afford th

The brutal loss of one's fated mate was not a trivial matter. He is Kincaid Stuart. Future Alpha of the High Moon pack of Scotland. Unlike many other wolves, he had found his mate very early. She was a sweet, soft-spoken girl called Roxanne. She was a healer wolf, who specialized in the traditional use of herbs. He wasn't alpha yet. He wasn't even up to 18 at that time, so they couldn't do much about their bond, which they had both accepted. They started to get to know each other and feelings budded.

As soon as she held her breath I knew she was there, and I held onto her body tightly as she let her high consume her. I honestly didn't anticipate what happened next as I felt the burning sensual pain of her fangs sinking into my neck. I sucked in the sides of my cheeks and bit down hard, using the pain to prevent myself from getting off. Fucking wolves anyway. As Roxanne removed her fangs from my neck she covered her mouth with one hand and made a horrible attempt to push herself away from me with the other. But my fiery beauty had no chance at going anywhere as I refused to let her go while I touched the little crescent marks she left on the base of my neck.

I sighed, he just clarified it, and now she was going to think that we’re clingy—which I think we are, but only around her. “Take your time, or do you want me to cover your shift?” RJ’s teasing voice made Roxanne glare. “NO! That’ll be unappropriated.” She quickly answered, making my wolf release a warning growl, and she didn’t care. I wanted to laugh at how my wolf wanted to get her attention, and I knew the feeling but didn’t say anything. “And you, we need to talk later after my job is done.” My wolf and I shivered at how cold and firm Roxanne’s voice was whenever she demanded something, and I—we have to get used to it.

Jaxon said quietly, "with your handprint on her face." The words weren't loud. They didn't need to be. They fell into the silence and sat there like stones. Something shifted in the air around Jaxon. Not movement. Not sound. Something underneath both. I felt it move against my skin the way weather moved before lightning, and every wolf in that corridor felt it too because every single one of them went still in the same heartbeat. Damien felt it. I watched it happen. Watched the exact moment his wolf recognized what it was standing in front of and made a calculation that his pride didn't want to accept.

Zach was startled by the outcome of his plan I guess he thought he had an edge over Arron. Zach had to play safe he knew he had no edge over Arron maybe his wolf would have one. Zach tore his robe with his now elongated claws, his backbone moving rhythmically as if to create music, his eyes turning green as his face turned dog-like. He was a brown wolf with shades of white around his leg. Zach feeling more confident in his wolf form attacked Arron who now was a wolf but more gigantic than Zach's wolf. Zach attacked Arron aiming for his neck, Arron was more experienced than Zach cut him by the throat lifting him off the floor and pinning him there. Zach winced for air, Arron fang penetrated h

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