Smelly Wolf Lyrics Novels & Stories

Florence laughed out loud and said, "What do you think you can do to me, you, lazy wolf? The minute you try to climb these walls, the hole will sink even further down. So, you better not do anything silly and lie down in the pit quietly for the time being. Anyway, aren't you a lazy wolf, so just be like one as usual and don't try to climb out of this hole. I will come back later once I catch all the wolves in this forest." Drake glared at her with his fiery eyes. Just to check if what she said was true, he tried to climb the walls again and the next second the hole became even deeper. It made him fall further down and the gap became wider. He howled to alert the others but then after a small

It was dark, I didn't see any cracks of light. How long was I unconscious? I wondered. 'Are you still there?' I thought at my wolf. 'Yes, but I don't know how long we were out.' She replied. 'Do you know anything useful?' I asked her. 'That disgusting smell is the scent rogues.' I sniffed and instantly gagged. The air was heavy with a noxious odor of rotting meat, stagnant water and a sweaty musk. I heard laughter from a distance and heavy steps approaching. I decided I might be better off pretending to still be unconscious. I allowed my bruised body to slump to the floor. 'Good idea.' My wolf said. The voices grew louder as they approached the room I was in.

feeling. I'm beginning to panic. I can't wrap my mind around how I could be a wolf! How is this possible? I ask myself out loud as I'm pacing the yard. I feel that same feeling; my eyes are burning, my heart is beating fast, and my fingers are hurting this time more than the first time, causing me to scream so loud that my sisters come running outside. I'm now at my knees, holding my eyes shut and my hands in the pockets of my hoodie. They get to my side asking what's wrong, trying to help me up in trying to hide what's happening to me, but the pain is so intense I can't fight it monaye grabs my left hand out of my pocket when I fall over in intense pain she looks at my hand and drops it qu

All I get for my trouble is a flick of its head that nearly snaps my wrist, bones grinding inside the meat like crushed gravel. It’s deliberate, the way it works on me. No frenzied shaking, no tearing. Just a slow, mechanical press—like it wants to savor what it’s doing. The wolf’s eyes bore into mine, blacker than night and steady, like it’s reading me. Judging the resistance. It smells like wet pennies and rotted leaves, the stink of something that was human once and decided it was better this way. I scream, hoping for a neighbor, a cop, hell, even a stray dog. But nothing answers. The world is still on mute, like every living thing has voted me off the island.

He kicked my cup of coffee and the machine from the table— which was placed by the wall below the window— with his hind paws and growled to frighten me. I wasn't scared but I took a step back. I watched his spit trail down his canines and fall on the floor. He smelt of soil and piss. A rogue. ‘I found a hot she-wolf here. She's smelling of sêx.’ I heard the wolf talk on the mind link. Behind me, sounds of breaking doors, fists banging on the chests and whimpers of helplessness were increasing. Among all of that, I heard a few men laugh on the mind link.

He paused, his eyes scanning my face for any sign of understanding. “I couldn't help but laugh, I guess either I'm hearing things or I'm not the only crazy one in the room.” Zayn stepped closer, his movements deliberate and careful, as if I might bolt at any moment. “You’re a wolf,” he said, his voice steady. “You always have been. You just didn’t know it yet.” I burst out in laughter once again, sharp and bitter, verging on hysteria. “You’re insane. This is insane.”

The rest of the congregation did so as well. Will is next to me and he is saying something but tingles- my sixth sense, spread internally. My head twists to the side and I frown. Something is off- I stand up and sniff- louder and deeper. It’s ways off but something is happening- not blood, for I would smell it. As alpha, I could- sweet- Will sneers at me. It was Smith- yeah, Will named his wolf Smith. Funny guy, that one.

The one in her white underwear, glaring at me as I lie there in her blue dress snipes, "Where are you running off to, Sister?" "Look at that hair," the other one mocks. "And those eyes, and that mouth, not to mention that foul smell of wet dog," one laughs. "Looks like we caught ourselves one of those 'special' wolves," she cackles. "How long has it been since you've had fresh Moon Wolf?" "Not for ages and ages," her friend sighs. "Their souls taste so bright and effervescent." They reach forward to pull me up by the arms.

Maybe he was the only one that stinks. “Aw you are so mean.” he laughed. “You are going to smell like me when I am done with you.” I wasn't going to be like him, I am going to find my place among the humans. “I don’t know what you’re talking about, I don’t have a wolf.” “But you smell of a strong one.” he mused. “Are you telling me you don’t have a wolf, so your baby must be the strong wolf that I smell.” “Yeah, an Alphas baby.” I snapped. “So if you don’t want to die, I would suggest you let me go.”

I pushed her off, "come let's cook... And I don't wanna be mad at you. Right now I just wanna treat you right." "me too.. So, as we deal with a place that is raining wolves... no more fighting..?" "no more fighting.."