Roxanne Wolf Fanfiction Novels & Stories

I stay where I am a moment longer, heart thudding, skin still buzzing from that almost‑touch. *Jax Thorn,* I think. *Rumors. Human mate.* My reflection in the office window stares back at me—a girl in a Luna dress and boots, a pendant glowing faintly against her collarbone. “Good,” I tell her. “Let him come looking. At least then I’ll know where the threat is coming from.” --- *Ronan* By the time I reach my study, my wolf is pacing so hard inside me it’s a wonder no one else can hear his claws on my bones.

I knocked on her door and stood there waiting and knocked again and stood there some more like someone who had not been standing in front of this exact door for forty seconds already. It opened. Roxanne was in an oversized shirt, her curls loose and messy, clearly not long out of bed, and she looked at me with an expression so flat it could have been used as a spirit level. "Oh," she said. "It's you." "Yeah." I said. "What do you want?" She asked. Tell her you're sorry, my wolf said. "Were you expecting someone else?" I asked. She stared at me. "Does it matter?" "I'm just saying, you opened the door like..."

He picked up their clothing, and they walked hand in hand back to James' quarters. The auburn colored wolf watched the couple walking out of the woods from her third floor window. Her tail wagged. She was happy for her friend. Now if only she could solve her own problem. She really liked her wolf, but wanted her own self back. She was more than willing to share though. She heard the door open and turned to see Cole walking in. She bounded over to him, rubbing her body against his.

I bit my tongue to keep from burying my nose into the curve of her neck and inhaling her every scent. I put my hands on hers and pushed her away, careful not to hurt her. “Wait. Why are you avoiding me, Alpha? You've been running.” Because if you come near me and my wolf takes over I will rip off your dress and do things I'm not supposed to. I got up, “Nothing. I think I'm full now.” The space was small and Roxanne pressed herself against me and I could feel all of her, her chest– her hips, all. I didn't understand what was going on. Could she feel that I wanted her– needed her badly tonight?

I replied waiting for what Roxanne would say to me. "I want to get away from this pack. The only way to do so is to marry someone from outside the pack," Roxanne explained, still looking at me. "Aren't you already engaged to the future Alpha of the Nightmare Night pack?" I remember my beta saying something like this. I unexpectedly saw Roxanne grimace, like she didn't want to answer that question. "If you want me to be your fiance, don't I need to know about this?" I asked while squinting my eyes, trying to scare her into answering my question.

I say, our eyes are now at the same level as I'm kneeling to meet it. 'She was right, you can't remember anything.' The wolf says. “Who?” I ask in awe. 'Don't worry Ruby, my name is Roxane, Roxs as you like calling me; your wolf. I came back just for you.' She explains ignoring my question. Her revelation excites me hence I ignore my question too. “My wolf? Really.” I ask, smiling. 'Yes darling, and I'm going to restore the memories you need. I really missed you.' Sky states. 'All you need to do is to accept me in.' She explains.

"You seem braver, I will start with you first and let your friends watch," Roxanne strived to dissuade trepidation from ingesting her nerves but she couldn't help the emotion but she kept her brave front and even when her insides felt like they were being fried, she restrained herself from shrieking. "You are indeed a Luna, Roxanne but let's see how far you can maintain your brave front, nothing would give me more satisfaction than watch it crumbles," Yarkona asserted, increasing the afflict on the she-wolf and soon, Roxanne's screams were taking every part of the penitentiary.

My head. I half opened my eyes when, right in front of me, was a huge wolf growling at me, sabotaging its tongue, advancing towards me. I wanted to stand up but I felt dizzy from the blow. Everything around me was spinning. I have to run, I told myself, I have to. Riley stood up and smiled casually at me, like there wasn't a killer wolf near her. "Riley..." I called her name.

Oh hell no. Slowly, with pain in every movement, I push myself upright and begin to back away. My steps falter, and I stumble into something solid, but it is not a tree. Something softer and warmer. I turn, and my breath catches. A massive wolf towers before me, with five smaller ones gathered behind it. The great wolf’s fur gleams bright, almost golden, its presence majestic. And then I know. The scent is unmistakable. Raphael. Max whines and cowers behind a tree. I have to kneel. Even in his wolf form, he’s a Prince, and there are others around us.

Warning: This scene features intense, explicit violence including torture, mutilation, disembowelment, and brutal killing. Ronan's possessive rage is shown in its rawest form. Not suitable for readers who are uncomfortable with dark, visceral content. ~ RONAN ~ The stench of two rogue wolves fills our noses as we race toward it, Kael growling furiously inside me. Even from this distance, I can feel their fear. Absolute fuckers, the bastards should have thought about that before they laid a hand on what belongs to me.