Roxanne Wolf Novels & Stories

All the color drained from his pretty little face, turning ghostly pale. "She's just a she-wolf with mediocre blood. Other than cooking for me and playing nanny every day, what exactly makes her worth defending?! Roxanne, our pack's omega, can do all that stuff too! Since you're an orphan and think she's so great, I'll gladly give her to you. I love Lara a hundred times more than her anyway. I, Rowan Lynch, absolutely do not want Camille as my mom!" The camera shook a few times amid Rowan's arrogant sneer before cutting off.

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.”

She carries a wooden tray laden with what looks like actual food—bread, meat, something that might be soup—and the sight of it makes my empty stomach clench with desperate hunger. But the Mother Ghost Wolf's warning rings in my ears, and I can almost see the dark tendrils of corruption coiling through every morsel. "Well, well," Rochelle purrs, setting the tray down just outside my reach. "Look who's finally awake. Bad dreams, little wolf?" Her smile is sharp enough to cut, and I can see the anticipation in her eyes. She's here for more than just meal delivery; she's here to enjoy my suffering, to savor whatever twisted entertainment Kelly has planned for today.

A mixture of shock and anger formed on Seth's face, while Roxanne, bold as she was, pulled out a handgun and pointed it at me. Oh, goodie, a challenge. I smiled as I wiggled my pinky finger ever so slightly, silently bringing a small glass vial from one of the shelves in the kitchen to float above the she-wolf. I removed the cap and poured the liquid into the air, "I'm sure that you know what aconite is?" Roxanne's face fell as she caught her breath, but she didn't lower her firearm. I was impressed. She had bigger balls than most of the wolves I've met.

"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."

My voice was cold and hard as an iron. “I’m sure you have heard of me. I am Roxanne,” she muttered in a sweet voice but it was so fake. “ Roxanne…Ummm,” I placed my fingers on my chin as if I was thinking about the name.” Is that the name of the new maid on our floor?” I asked in sarcasm and smiled amusingly when the smile hanging on her lips dropped. She growled.” I refused to be insulted by a mere Wolf.” she bellowed. Her eyes expressed the hate she had for me.

“Are you okay? Who are you speaking to? I ask, a bit worried. “It's a voice in my head, she calls herself Lyra. I know you might think I'm crazy and probably need to go to an asylum but it's the truth” “I believe you”. I say smiling at her while finally closing the gap between us, I reach out to her once again, patiently waiting and praying for her to take my hands. Just as she reaches out to me, I hear the ruffling of leaves nearby and then a different scent hits me. My instincts to protect her kicks in and I quickly tell her to get behind me while abruptly scanning the area for rogues. As expected, a couple of wolves jump out of hiding and begin circling us, their intent clear as they grow

[Rosalynd] “I’m not a wolf,” I argue. “My wolf, Conner, disagrees,” Axel counters. “He says he’s seen her, your wolf. He also says she is beautiful, by the way.” He blushes. “I think we are both eager to meet her.” “Don’t you think if I had a wolf all this time I would have known about it?” I suggest. “I mean, your wolf has a whole personality of his own. I would have noticed if a part of me was arguing with me as much as Conner argues with you.”

“Anna! Etta!” She is running through the corridors, trying to find them. Suddenly, she sees a familiar light brown wolf rushing past her followed by an ash colored wolf. They are large in size and the ash colored wolf has a scar on her back. Strong and proud, it emits the aura of a fierce warrior. The brown colored wolf is more elegant and graceful but possesses a quiet dignity. She is carrying someone on her back: Alexei. Before Roseanne can call out, someone grabs her from the back and clasps her mouth with a cloth. A strange smell hits Roseanne which she instantly recognizes as the milk of poppy. Her senses blur and she begins to fall unconscious.

“How can this stray have achieved such positioning?!” Her inner wolf sank into a dark, envious pit. Draco had actually purchased flowers for Brooke Lawson! Had they truly shared a den during the Solaria journey? There was no denying that Brooke’s fierce, quiet beauty possessed the power to draw an alpha's eye. But Rosa had always operated under the assumption that Master Draco was immune to such base attractions, believing his standards for a female were far too unique and elevated for common flesh. Rosa had harbored a secret, desperate fixation on Draco since her earliest seasons as a pup interning in the lower rooms. In her quest to claim the seat as his primary assistant, she had broken h