Novel & Cerita Roxanne Wolf Human

Every texture was shocking. “You are struggling,” Sera said. It was not a question. “Yes. Being human again is harder than we expected. Harder than fighting the Voids. Harder than becoming the seal.” I pushed the food away. “We do not know how to do this. Do not know how to be separate. How to be small. How to be limited.” “Then we find you help. Someone who understands.” She thought for a moment. “There is a wolf. Very old. She lived before the curse. Before the First Ones created the bloodlines. She might know something about merging and separation. About consciousness and transformation.”

We're two big werewolves, after all. And humans were scarce in this area of the woods. I'm a werewolf named Rona, and my human is Marise. I'm no ordinary werewolf; I'm a black wolf. I am one of the strongest among our breeds. We are not that type of werewolf that walks on two legs and has eight arms and two head kinds of a wolf. We look like ordinary wolves but duplicates in size. But it's time to put Marise in the limelight since this story is hers.

Roxanne insisted shouting from behind. I prefered to ignore her and kept walking without turning back. I discreetly left the house, managing no one to see me and headed to the forest. When I reached the forest, I started feeling free and carefree. Our kind is inextricably linked to the forest. We can't live without it. It's in our blood. My wolf was already wagging his tail inside my head. "Relax Frosty. I'll give you the control as soon as we go deep in the forest" I reassured her. I named my wolf Frosty due to the pure white fur she has. Apart from me, Roxanne and some omega males and females have pure white fur. The rest of the pack members are usually black, brown or dark blue. When I wa

Rex growled and walked towards him. "You are an insolent little whelp, with no respect, and a very small brain." the wolf cursed at the human who calmly and steadily walked toward him. Rex's eyes burned red, and a dense, red smoke rose from each footstep he took. "I never taught you that. Red auras belong to," his wolf was cut off as a tendril of red smoke curled up his front legs, binding him to the spot.

I stand there for a second, static, watching the scene unfold before me as if I were looking at an old painting. The man is the first to see me, as I am right in his line of sight. He sits up better, frowns, confused. And for no reason do I find it familiar. The black hair. The red eyes... The wolf speaks loudly, scaring the woman in his lap. Are you talking to me. Retreat. In the corner there is an auri fen and I make a quick gesture to her, calling her close. — Do you speak the language of the continent?

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.

I slowly turned my head until I saw the huge wolf coming toward me, licking its lips. “Ahhh!” I screamed, but the wolf pounced on me, knocking me onto my back. The impact was hard, and I felt some pain in the affected area. The wolf was on top of me, and I couldn’t do anything. It sniffed my neck, ran its tongue along my nape, reaching my chest. With its paw, it tore my shirt, revealing just my bra. I quickly searched for a stake or something to defend myself. I found a stake nearby, but before I could hit the wolf, it gave one last growl and ran off. My chest was heaving rapidly; I thought the people in the lake would hear my scream and come help me, but they didn’t. When I got up as best I

He pulled her closer to him before speaking. “Pure Alphas and high ranking wolves have an innate ability to stop the aging process at will. And restart it too, at their choosing. Make no mistake, this woman is 200 years old. The man with her, is Stefano, her second in command. He serves her with absolute loyalty and it seems he is also her oldest and dearest friend.”

A rogue. The wolf is huge, but it is a skeleton covered in matted, filthy fur. It snarls, a wet, rattling sound, and begins to circle her. It’s hungry, and it scents the "Alpha’s Mark" on her—the invisible brand Alaric’s touch left on her soul. To this beast, she is the ultimate prize. Juniper’s heart slams against her ribs. Don't run, she tells herself, echoing Torin’s training. Prey runs. Predators fight.

This was need. She followed him inside the café. She sat down and watched. Selene came back the next day. And the next. She tried to tell herself it was just boredom. Just... curiosity. But it wasn’t. Every part of her — wolf and woman — wanted him. Not to kill. Not to eat. Not even to fuck. Not only to fuck. To possess.