Shrek The Big Bad Wolf Novels & Stories

She clutched her hands to her chest and wept as she waited for her end as Darren closed in on her like a hungry lioness closes on her prey, he pounced on her and she released a scream as he almost pierced his fangs through her skin but just before he could drink her blood, a large animal ran into him by the side, sending him flying yet again to a tree for the second time that night, knocking him unconscious. Sharlynn was soaked from head to toe because of the great volume of water that the animal splashed when it ran into Darren. She was petrified and trembling because she knew whatever it was, it would definitely be very large to have splashed that great volume of water. She stood there in

Closing my eyes, I rushed my words, “The pictures had you and some of them had this big black scary wolf, I don't know. When I asked him why he was showing it to me, he said it was you. That you were the big black scary wolf. He said you are a werewolf”

Holy moon mother! “You taste so good. I can eat you all day…. Are you ready to meet him?” “Meet who?” “My big. Bad. Brutal wolf… his name is Ryder.” A lazy smile on his face. Something about the way he describes his wolf sounds dangerous and also very delicious. “Yes. Give me the big bad wolf.” I say dramatically. He sniggers lordly. Standing up, he steps back. “Spread your legs wide so I can look at that pretty pussy of yours.” He looks down at me hungrily.

Wood shattered around us. The forest rushed past in a blur. I punched at the creature’s muzzle. “LET ME GO!” But the wolf didn’t release me because that’s exactly what it was. A wolf far bigger than any normal wolf. Gray fur and massive shoulders. Strong enough to carry me like I weighed nothing. “PUT ME DOWN!” Behind us— BOOM. The witches unleashed their attack. I twisted in the wolf’s jaws just enough to see it. A massive blast of dark magic tore through the cabin and straight toward Bri and Derek.

Film images of bloodthirsty animals with huge fangs and claws, tearing people apart, came to mind. “Just don’t faint, mistress,” the guy said worriedly, observing her shocked look. - I think you will be against me touching you. And it is unknown how long you remain unconscious. And I’m not eager to touch you. He pointed his hand at her, and his tone was serious, without a hint of amusement. The thought of being touched by a werewolf made her dizzy. Anika took a deep breath, trying to keep her sanity and calm her anxiety. But this guy didn't look like the bloodthirsty beast from the movies. Quite a cute dog, or rather a wolf, with silky fur. The ideas about werewolves did not add up to the ex

The little black cat curled up in her lap as usual. "Tonight we find out the real skinny on this, kitty," she murmured as she opened the heavy book to the page she had marked. "I don't even know what I'm looking for any more but I hope I find it soon." She opened the book to the place she'd marked, two pages of hand-drawn sketches. One of the drawings especially caught her eye. The face of the wolf looked almost human and she had the bizarre feeling the animal was staring out at her from the page.