Roxanne Wolf Fanfiction Novels & Stories

"What is your name wolf?" The whining stopped and she growled, "I am Rinn and the Moon Goddess gifted me to you." "You were no gift, I was infected," I replied bitterly. "Well you lived and are now stuck with me and I am not an infection!" Exhaling deeply my frustration, Axel was watching me worriedly. "After you eat, let's go out to the woods so I can help you with your first shift," He said with wiggling eyebrows. Swallowing nervously I answered him with a meek, "Alright."

I wrap my legs around his body, the alcohol had started to come into effect, the place was getting rowdy, but it felt like new year's eve to me. “My place or yours?” Dean asked as one hand cups my boobs, right where Vaughn's hand had been just hours ago. I don’t feel anything but disgust. Vaughn stands beside us when I move to swat his hand away. “Miss Roxanne.” I turn to him slowly. Thankful he was not calling me Harrington anymore. “Professor Walker.” He physically winces. Ah, so formality can irk him. “To what do I owe this pleasure?” I make my words sound like what Dean was doing with his hand on my boobs felt good instead of the pain I felt as he dug into the flesh, was he a zombie?

He leaned forward, pinning me with the most adorable look that I’d ever seen. “Storrrm,” he drawled my wolf’s name. She pushed forward and drawled his name back in response. His little chuckle and the way his eyes lit up made her smile. “Will you take me on a wolfback ride? You’re the fastest wolf that I’ve ever seen before. Even faster than Creed, and he’s super-fast. Pleeeeease.” She eagerly agreed and side-eyed Roman with mischief in her eyes, challenging Creed to a race. Our wolf mate pushed forward and growled at her even though it lacked conviction.

He finally found the person he had waited his whole existence for and was not about to let anything happen to her. With a snarl that ripped from the depths of his soul, he let the wolf rise, bones cracked, muscles stretched, skin rippled as Zodiak surged free, a massive wolf with jet-black fur and burning gold eyes. The pain was nothing compared to the terror slicing through him, the desperate need to reach her, his mate. Nothing, not rain, not darkness, not death itself, would keep him from reaching her. With a powerful leap, Zodiak vaulted over the balcony railing, landing silently in the soaked alley below. Rain sheeted off his thick coat as he sniffed the air, locking onto her scent, van

Ronan tilted his head slightly, studying her like a puzzle he had already solved. It means, he said, “you’ve been surrounded by wolves who fear you.” His looks sharpened. “I don’t.” The words settled heavily between them. You should, Aria said quietly. Ronan leaned closer. Close enough that she could feel his breath. Fear is for those who don’t understand power, he said “And you” his looks dropped briefly to where her energy flickered faintly beneath her skin. “Are power.” Her breath caught. For a moment. Just a moment.

"Hi everyone, I'm Kelly Anderson. I'm the Wolf Princess." My roommate made a dramatic entrance the moment she walked in. She had on a full set of wolf fur, her makeup was flawless, and she appeared superior to everyone else in the room. "The Wolf Princess? From the ancient race in the myths? I heard they isolated themselves from society, but they're still known to be insanely powerful!" One of our roommates gasped in excitement and practically skipped over to her. Their eyes were wide with admiration. "Is that real wolf fur? That's so cool! I've never seen it before! I heard your people wear wolf fur all the time!"

“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.

The guy looked smug and he stared at her like he wanted to devour her. My fists clenched by my sides and all I saw was red. I wanted to rip his head off his neck and fling it to the dogs. My wolf growled so loudly in my chest that it vibrated up my ribs. I almost doubled over from how fast the possessiveness slammed into me. Rora didn’t even look in my direction at first. She was still smiling and from the looks of it, it was genuine. Then she finally glanced up and her eyes met mine.

I knew she was screaming on the inside, trapped in a living nightmare from which she couldn't awaken. I poured all my energy into reassuring Roxy, desperate to calm the turmoil that ravaged her soul. I spoke softly, my words a gentle breeze in the midst of the hurricane that raged within me. Axel, my wolf, was a seething mass of fury, his rage a palpable force that threatened to consume us both. I fought to keep him calm, to rein in his fury, even as my own anger burned hotter with every passing moment.

said Roxanne with a rather small voice " but this is my only shot at happiness , he won't claim me and I don't want to wait anymore , its been months and I know that he will never agree about me changing packs because its suits him - as long as I stay here , he will know where I am and who I'm seeing , he will certainly threaten them " " You are right " said Rosalie as she looked at Troy who was waving his hand asking them to come at the dance floor " But I still want to ask you whether you and your wolf will be alright? I know how hard it is to leave your mate and move on - are you really alright?" " I'm fine " even though she said that Roxanne's expression morphed into one that expressed h