Roxy Wolf Novels & Stories

This time, Roxie launched herself forward and dropped, sliding the bulk of her body between Avilene's legs and using one of her own to sweep low and knock her opponent off balance. Roxie seemed almost as surprised that it worked as Avilene was. Avilene landed on her ass and broke out laughing. Roxie dusted herself off and held her hand out to help Avilene up. Avilene stood and dusted herself off. "Damn, you actually got me." Avilene said cheerfully. "Best two out of three?" Roxie looked up at her and smiled wide, she seemed giddy, like a kid in a candy store and nodded her head excitedly. Avery couldn't keep his eyes off of her. She never ceased to amaze him. "Actually. Let's see your shift.

Its eyes were the deepest shade of black, like peering into an abyss, and its fangs were jagged as he licked them while glaring with a malevolent stare, its claws were the sharpest and didn't belong to a dog because this wasn't a dog; Roxie realized she was staring at a bloody wolf. Fuck! She was going to die!

Strongly worried? - So-so, - I slightly scratched the skin on the border with the wound. It looked and, indeed, so-so. If I lose my arm, no sense of self-preservation will hold me back! - Sometimes numb, but mostly terribly whining. “Last time, everything healed on you quickly,” my chest ached unpleasantly from unsolicited childhood memories of life with wolf cubs, “Now you need another remedy, but you won’t like my recipe,” I already had a premonition of what she was driving at, but hope flickered in my imploring gaze, - Wolf saliva is an excellent regenerating agent.

Luther scratches him behind the ears “ Congrats, buddy.” Ryan looks at the female wolf “ Welcome to the family, little miss.” Arya calls out “ Lola.” She points to the other wolf “ He is Theo.” Lexi pulls her glow back just a little. “ Val, honey. Would you come here, please?” she asks. Honey, I like it. I get up yet make sure to move slowly. I stand by Lexi’s side and sit on the floor next to her. “ My babies, this is Val. Another mate. Hopefully the last.” Lexi giggles. Then she proceeds to introduce all the wolves. She named each and every one of them.

I lashed out, scratching down the face of one of the wolves as they tried to move in for my throat, sending them sprawling back into the dirt with a yowl of pain. I ducked to the side of the darkest wolf, narrowly missing their teeth and slashing my nails along their side, ripping the skin open. The scent of blood permeated the air, thickening it and encouraging my wolf further. Adrenaline rushed through my body, and my vision seemed to clear and slow, zooming in as the smallest wolf slipped from the group. A deep growl ripped from my throat as the female rogue made their way for the house quickly, limping from a bite I had managed to land on their front leg.

"All Wolves have the spirit of a Wolf living within their mind. We communicate with each other through this internal connection, and sometimes our Wolf can exert influence over us. However, as Reavers, we maintain strict control, never allowing our Wolf to dominate. We don't shift into wolves or transform at will; our Wolf's power is too great to be unleashed. Instead, we rely on the mind link to converse with one another, using our internal Wolf as a conduit." Roxy's eyes sparkled with fascination, her gaze locked on mine as she absorbed every word. I could sense her eagerness to learn more, her awe and curiosity palpable in the air. Instead of bombarding me with questions, Roxy picked up t

Roxy explained. The conversation came to a halt as Chris racked his brain for something to talk about. "Take her!" In his head, his wolf said. "She's our mate." He blinked; during a hardware shop, he couldn't claim her! His wolf rolled his eyes as he added, "Nice weather we're having." Is that all you've got? his wolf sighed. Roxy said, "yeah I enjoy this kind of weather."

The werewolf came, its feet hitting the ground mercilessly as its hands joined in its movement. It broke out from the woods, tearing off the leaves of the trees with less effort, and growling at the sight of the man. “You can't take anyone from my family.!” Mark grinned as he shifted under the bright moonlight. His bones cracked, and his skin stretched beyond its limits, tearing to become as tough as that of a wolf. He growled at the phantom, just as the phantom growled at him. Like two behemoths, they collided, and the green grasses on the ground fell victim to their battle.

Wren squeaks. "I don't like him at all," she says, hugging Vic tightly. Red stares at Roxy for an awkwardly long minute and then he stands next to her. "Alright! This is weird. I'm going to get Kyrah's jacket so that he can smell it," Roxy says. "Good idea," Kye and I say in unison. When Roxy comes back, she let's the dog smell the jacket and he growls. "Uhm, will he be on a leash?" Wren asks.