Roxanne Wolf Novels & Stories

- I, as the alpha of the pack, on a mental level can call any wolf or she-wolf of my pack. - What about me? - No, Leah, neither I can hear your wolf, - he climbed a couple of steps, so that now our faces are on the same level, - and she does not hear my wolf. Thanks to this one,” he stretched his hand to my neck and, picking up the cord, pulled out my cross-artifact, “an amusing little thing. Maxim grabbed the cross and clenched it in his fist, at that moment I was as if scorched by heat, a ringing sounded in my head, as if a bell had been struck nearby.

The wolves had lost the true reason for life and had lost their faith altogether, a recurring issue that had led to the unresolved issues that still plagued them. Adele Jones, as the Moons Oracle and mate of a High Alpha, was an extremely valued figure within Werewolf society. She delivered prophecies to juvenile Alpha’s full of hope and spread dread to the ones who soon discovered their reigns coming to an end. She was the one who found the new Alpha’s. The ones that had been born and not bred. She discovered the wolves who had risen of their own toil and trouble, who were born to lead. It was because of her gift that she had been killed.

I had hope that it wouldn't just happen now. But like every other year, at this point I would wish that my name wasn't my name. I would wish that I wasn't Allison Bush, the last air of the Bush who actually is the only one that turns into a full wolf on a full moon. I was trying to run from that and some other things.. But then again, you can't run away from yourself!!

Rebel pulls Aiden aside, “Nyx, do you want to go for a run? Roxie would love to get to know you too. I can have Austin join us.” “The more the merrier. Thank you for accepting me.” “What’s not to accept? You are gorgeous. I want to see you run!” Rebel and Austin both pull a shift. They are both black wolves, but Rebel has red highlights in her fur. I remember she said her wolf is named Roxie and Tio said Austin’s wolf was named Cronos. Nyx looks at Aiden, “Coming babe?” “Always.” He looked at everyone else, “Anyone who can and wants to come, shift and let’s go.”

~Amber’s POV~ ‘Mate.’ Roxanne’s voice filled with that same purr slammed into me with such deafening impact that it completely overwhelmed the understanding of what was happening to me, the knowledge she’d just sent flooding into my head seconds ago. I blinked, trying to push myself up to see the person responsible for the command that had torn through the night. Responsible for the heat rippling through me with a blinding intensity. All I caught was a blur—the biggest wolf I had ever seen with fur to match the darkness—tearing through the rogues in what felt like seconds. Claws. Teeth. Blood.

“As your healer, I'll tell you this. Your strength is declining faster. If you had your wolf, that wouldn't be the case as she would compliment for whatever energy your human part is losing.” “I understand you well, Roxanne. First, let's get me healed up. Then we can talk health and wolf managements...” I winked at her. She shook her head, chuckling. “Stubborn as usual. I’ll go prepare herbs to ease the ache.” She stood, gathering a few small jars and pouches from her shelves. “Stay here. I’ll be back shortly with the right mix.” When she returned with a bowl of herbs and small vials of crushed powders, I sat straighter, observing her methods. She fascinated me a lot. Growing up, I loved wat

Mate! It was the first time since she discovered her wolf that Roxanna had actually really heard Vera stir inside of her like this. The unfortunate part of this situation was the fact that she was forced to look up at Alpha James as he stared down at her with disgust, rather than adoration or even acute interest. He looked angry. She had to think back at how she found herself in this situation. She had gone out to let her wolf out, and then she heard the call. The smell of everything she ever found appealing wrapped into one strong package. He smelled like a mixture of cinnamon spice, sandlewood and another natural earthy scent, and her heart lept in her chest, but her hopeful expression was

I glanced at Mavie, silently asking for help. Noticing it, Mavie cleared her throat lightly. “Everyone, this is Roxanne, the new she-wolf that Alpha Theodore will be introduced to tonight.” She lifted her chin proudly, as if glad she had the honor of knowing me first. “I hope we can all be friends,” I said with a friendly smile. The three girls welcomed me warmly, even asking many questions with genuine excitement. There was no trace of disgust or disinterest in their expressions as they spoke to me.

"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.

Cynthia chuckled at my shocked expression, “Would you like to tell her, Roxanne? Or should I do the honors?” Roxanne gave a small bow, “Whichever pleases my lady.” I flinched at her words. My lady. That’s when I saw it—the small smile tugging at Roxanne’s lips. I felt sick. “What happened to you?” My voice cracked. “You were my best friend. Why?” Roxanne finally met my gaze, but there was no guilt—just calm acceptance. “I was tired,” she admitted. “Tired of always defending you, tired of being the only one standing beside a wolf-less omega. No one wanted me. But now? Now, I am respected. I am Luna Cynthia’s personal maid. Do you know what that means?”