Roxanne Wolf Novels & Stories

As Axle turned, his mammoth-sized arms skittled the dessert cart sending it flying towards one of the older Alpha's in the room and if it wasn't for daddy's quick reflexes as he catapulted over other guests and used his own body as a shield, Alpha Warren may have needed to go to the royal doctor. What sent me into hysterical giggles was the look on daddy's face as he stood in front of his guests, amongst splintered wood and ruined desserts with pavlova dribbling down his forehead. "Alina Caroline Deveraux! Get your bear out of here right now!" Uh oh, that blood vessel in the middle of Daddy's forehead was pulsing and his eyes were beginning to glow- a sure sign that his wolf was close to the

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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.”

Her silver-white fur shimmered faintly, her presence steady and calm as her eyes met mine, and this time, there was no hesitation in me, no uncertainty, only recognition and something deeper, something that felt like relief. “You are here,” I said softly. “Have always been here,” she replied, her voice echoing through me, not just in my mind, but somewhere deeper. “What's your name.” I asked. “Selene.” My wolf answered, such a nice name. I stepped closer to her without thinking, my movements slower this time, more certain, “Selunara said I have to accept you,” I murmured, though even as I said it, I realized how incomplete that sounded.

“Has Rooker gotten his wolf yet? He turned fourteen, what, last week?” “Very good memory, Mads. And yes, his wolf manifested on his birthday. Which is unusual for Ike’s family line, but not Anne’s. She’s of Alpha descent, so Rooker’s wolf coming at fourteen isn’t too out of the ordinary. However, several of the pups over there are sixteen and seventeen and they’re still wolf-free, except for Chandler, the tall one. I’m hoping that this impromptu party isn’t just to fuck with Rooker because they’re jealous.” Brent says as he begins peeling the label off his root beer bottle and I can see the worry in his big sage green eyes.

“She’s one of us, Marek.” “Who is she? Is she a rogue?” Marek asks, his eyes widening. As the others on the search team return to their homes to shift, I tell Marek all I know about Roxy. “She’s hidden deep in Moonbeam Valley in a tower. She had long golden hair. She’s beautiful… but she’s a wolf shifter with no pack, no training. She doesn’t even know she’s like us.” Marek exhales slowly, pinching the bridge of his nose. “And you told her?”

His eyes flickering a golden yellow as he turned back to me, his face full of embarrassment and rage. “Your twin sister Raven’s wolf awakened at sixteen years old,” he spat as he stepped past Alistair, my heart pounding in my chest as we came face to face, his icy glare full of contempt. “She’s already one of our most powerful warriors, but you… you are nothing but a wolfless mutt. I have no use for you.”

Tristan: Like her fur glowed, like she lit up like light radiating off of her. Braxton: Fuck. Is there a crescent moon on her fur? Tristan: How the fuck did you know that? Braxton: Fuck. I was really hoping it wasn’t her. Tristan: It wasn’t her what?! What the hell are you talking about and how did you know about that? Braxton: The rouge Alpha Derick interrogated said they are looking for a wolf with a crescent moon on her fur. They called her the moon wolf and said she is the key to the dark side, whatever the hell that means.

Noir cleared his throat and said seriously, “Andy, now that Cyclops is dead and the border is peaceful, you have nothing to worry about. “Since Ms. Crestfall likes you so much and is trying her best to pursue you, why don’t you give both her and yourself a chance? “Speaking of…” A cunning look flashed on Noir’s face. “A few days ago, the commanders of the Lycantroops even asked me if the Wolf King had found a Wolf Queen, and when they will have a Wolf Prince.” What the f*ck. A Wolf Prince? What kind of rubbish was that? Andrius rolled his eyes at Noir. “I’m not who Luna likes. She likes the high and mighty Wolf King who can always protect her. Besides...