Smelly Wolf Lyrics Novels & Stories

Blood dripped down my face from the cut ,the wolf got close to me ,the pungent smell of its rotting flesh assaulted my nostrils as it got closer to me . I could feel my heart pounding against my rib cage as silent tears streamed down my face. '`Get away!",I screamed, waving the branch at it. The wolf stopped growling and started sniffling the air and then it did the most peculiar thing,it took a step back and sat on its hinge legs and just looked at me.

Evely had a sentimental look on her face as she talked to Sophia, "Gosh! Let it go Sophia." "Don't start making those faces now and go read some books too." Sophia cut her off rapidly, trying not to break down. Sophia's hate for wolves was never a secret, everybody knew, her close friends, far friends, everyone knew, some said she was delusional, while others said she was mad, she was brave, lots of different comments. "I know this won't work, happy reading but I doubt you will ever find one." Evely said.

Vivienne, on the other hand, threw her arms around my neck, whispering how glad she was that I was finally awake. I couldn’t keep myself from telling her exactly what I felt. “That makes one of us.” And then it happened. I could feel my gut clench in an excruciating twist. The smell was overwhelming – practically intoxicating. When I saw them, I couldn’t help but wonder whose idea it was to bring about this sort of cruelty upon my wake.

Frank Kilburn stomped back into his office after questioning the two fools. If Lenny thought he’d believe that he took on eight wolves and got out alive, he was as much of an idiot as he looked. He doubted Lenny even saw McDonnell at all. But seeing the white wolf was telling. Lenny knew exactly what Sapphire looked like in her fur. If McDonnell was there for real, then he too knew.

He said, wiggling his eyebrows at me. "Yeah. I guess I had so many things on my mind" I replied, wondering if he was immune somehow to the stench of this place, perhaps another advantage of the wolf. And although in school, we were thought that members of the dog family, wolves inclusive, have a keen sense of smell, I still couldn't help but analyze that somehow the wolf in Jeremy had perhaps helped him to stay immune to the evil smell. Because if he wasn't, he wouldn't be wiggling his eyebrows like he was up to some mischief. "I see…" He muttered, furrowing his eyebrows.

Tristan went upstairs. Black Tail's whole wolf deflated. His ears and tail drooped down. "The head of the household said I'm useless, I feel like I'll never be happy again." The other wolves gloatingly laughed. Black Tail felt like even food didn't smell good anymore. Lyra curiously asked, "Do you guys have any other smells on you?" She sniffed: "I don't seem to smell anything though." Red Tail hee hee laughed: "That's because you pure humans have the worst sense of smell."

‘What the hell is he doing filling this place with his scent? ‘Like – like marking his territory?’ Whatever scent filled the air made me nervous, as if I was trespassing and on the verge of becoming human food for a beast. ‘I am an Alpha too, darn it!’ Grace growled and then let out a sound that shook the trees around us. The black wolf stopped, cocked its head to the side with a look in its eyes as if staring at something cute. Grace growled again, this time, the sound more menacing and the wolf growled right back.

Having gathered her thoughts, Anika decided that it was time to take action and interrogate him to find out what was happening. - So, now tell me, what or who are you? - the girl demanded, holding the mop at the ready like a spear. - Why did you become attached to me? And why the hell do you become a human in my house, but a dog outside the door? The guy glanced sideways at her, chewing and swallowing his food. Anika, feeling his gaze on her, clutched the mop tighter. “Well, first of all, I’m not a dog, but a wolf,” the guy beamed with a smile, “if you’re so bad at understanding.”

My wolf bit down on the first bit of flesh he found, a scream echoed off the walls as his mouth filled with the metallic taste of blood. He started to wind up to pull his head back and rip the flesh when the smell registered. Without thinking about smells or sounds he had attacked blindly in the dark but the smell attacking my wolf’s nose now was a familiar one, an all too familiar one. Like lavender and honey, to me, it was the smell of home. The smell of Sam.

I duck into a side street, hoping to lose them. Bad choice. One of them is already there. They surround me, cutting off my escape. The stench of alcohol fills the air. One step closer, brushing a filthy finger down my cheek. “You smell expensive.” My hands shake. My knees lock. They don’t see it—don’t smell it. But my wolf does. And she’s done waiting.