Roxanne Wolf Novels & Stories

Blake stood up again to attack him but Aiden built a fierce,transparent wall around them and angry Blake couldn't pass through. Aiden held Nina. "Nisha!" He whispered Nina's wolf name. Still subconscious, Nina didn't know what was going on.Her eyes blazed bright blue.At the sound of its name,her wolf transformed out. She felt immense power surge through her but it didn't wear off the drowsiness she was feeling.Nina was thinking that her wolf has chosen Damon as it mate so she lowered her guard down and let her wolf do the work.Finally,her wolf has surfaced! Aiden grabbed her waist and pressed her body to his.Her hands on his chest,he tucked strands of hair behind her ear.He lowered his head

Not accept it. I forcefully opened the door into his supposed soon to be matrimonial room and saw my brother and my supposed Luna all tangled up in bed, moaning like their life depended on it, I was enraged, I growled and pounced on them, I was in agony, I could feel my wolf cry out loud inside me, he must have felt it too now that we are both seeing it play in front of us. I removed my brother from the bed first with full force, when they didn't seem to acknowledge my presence.

Leon and Dom where stood in together with their bloodied hands touching. “Kill them all.” I heard Hunter scream as he seemed to writhe on the ground in pain. I watched at the rogues across the small field all shifted at once and charged towards us. Seconds later, Leon's men shifted and moved like a finely tuned unit. My view sudden was obscured and I looked to see a beautiful golden wolf standing in front of me, growling. “Shannon?” I whispered, and the wolf turned and gave a small bow of her head. Her wolf was enchanting and the way her fur moved reminded me of swirling liquid gold.

I went down a steep hill and a small river came into view. I walked along it for a while until I found a rock that jutted out over the water, I sat down and looked down into it, my reflection baring staring back at me with the light of the full moon that filtered down through the trees. Could I be the Celestine Wolf? Why not Austin, he’s the first born after all, aren’t they supposed to be the special ones. My wolf, Amara, didn’t say much; I felt like other people’s wolves spoke to them more.

But it didn’t matter. The damage was already done. And that was when the air changed. Cold. Sharp. Different. A slow clap echoed from the shadows. “Well, this is disappointing.” Aria’s head snapped up. A figure stepped forward. Not Shadowfang. Not familiar. But powerful. Dangerous. Ronan. His eyes gleamed with interest as he took in the scene, the fallen wolves, the cracked earth, and Aria standing at the center of it all. “So this is the hybrid everyone’s afraid of,” he said.

I turned slightly and saw the brown and grey wolves approaching. “Dionne,” Ronan said, nodding to the brown one. “That’s the female. Calm but bloody. Don’t let that serenity fool you.” Then his eyes drifted to the grey wolf. “And Dixon—the silent killer.” He straightened up and turned toward me, taking my hand again. “They’re my pets,” he said simply. Like he was talking about puppies or goldfish, not bloodthirsty, supernatural beasts that nearly made me pee myself.

Storm nodded that I was correct. It would definitely take time to get used to being called Luna. “Is what true?” One of my brows raised in question. “Your wolf. Is she a Phoenix wolf?” another woman asked me. Storm pushed forward, gold shimmers brightly displaying her presence. She slowly let out her aura that she had been keeping reined in. This way, they could see and feel it. Her aura alone was quite impressive. The stronger the wolf, the stronger the aura was. And, well, she was a damn strong wolf.

When Reeina, standing next to me, turns around with a smile, I already wonder what it is before I can turn around myself. The Wolf King comes out of the house behind us. He looks paler than usual, and it takes me a while to remember why, after all he shows a haughty and proud expression as he walks to where we are. He wears a type of charcoal-colored armor beneath a red cloak that sweeps the ground with each step. Her long black hair has been braided back, adorned with metal and golden ribbons, and on her forehead she has a type of thin stone ring with an inscription on her tongue.

He reached out to rub her fur, and then Freya stood up. Gael’s smile was even wider when she stood next to him. She was big, so big, Gael rubbed her and there were sparks everywhere he touched. Phoenix was an all-silver wolf. She stood as tall, if not taller than some Alpha wolves. She was muscular and fit. A beauty to behold. “Hold on baby, Ronan is driving me crazy.” He said as he put his face against Freya, who purred in contentment. He shifted in no time, and Ronan, who was always bigger than any other wolf, was just only a little taller than Freya.