Smile Pretty Cure Wolfrun Novels & Stories

“Then there’s the fact that I have no wolf—“ “—Well that obviously doesn’t matter if you can still pick up all these absolutely hotties without trying,” Lucy replied. “There’s always been something about you, Freya.” “Ugh, not that crescent birthmark crap again,” I groaned. “You don’t think it’s weird that we’re werewolves, and you just so happen to have a crescent moon birthmark on your back?” Lucy asked. “You’ve been watching too many of those friggin’ movies again,” I replied.

He wasn't even running as fast as he could, I could tell from his body movements. He looked over at me and I swear he was smiling. I slowed down. Seriously? Eckley was smiling at me. 'Yes, he thinks your hot when you run. He thinks it's funny that Carson can't catch you but he can. He wants you to touch his fur. This is so gross.' My wolf said and imitated gagging noises.

the guy beamed with a smile, “if you’re so bad at understanding.” The girl's green eyes widened in surprise. And judging by his triumphant appearance and tone, she should be delighted at the honor. - Wolf? - she asked in amazement. - Wow, happiness has come to the house. The guy nodded affirmatively. “But you yourself said yesterday that you are “that” dog,” Anika remembered, frowning. “I said that because you perceived me as a dog,” the guy was offended. He looked at the empty plate, then at the girl.

Wolf’s stare is meaningful and the same unique emotion is still reflecting in his eyes which makes me a little uncomfortable. “ My wounds have healed. ” I say, trying to bring his dizzy mind back to reality. Wolf averts his eyes to my arm and hums lowly, his voice coming out deeper than he intended. Then, he looks at me and robotically nods his head. I can’t help, but smile at him without any specific reason. A frown pulls up at his forehead as if he didn’t expect me to smile at him. My smile doesn’t waver though. “ Thank you. ” I voice out, still smiling.

She aggressively scooped up the glowing medicinal paste and slammed it directly onto my open wound. I screamed. The pain was an absolute executioner, a blinding flash of white-hot agony that made my spine snap off the mattress, my fangs extending as I bit down on my own lip to keep from deafening the entire royal wing. White lunar smoke hissed out of my skin as her healing magic violently combated the residual dark magic. Every muscle seized, my wolf thrashing wildly inside me as the paste burned away the last traces of corruption.

It was so much so that he ran over to the guy and hugged him from the back. “Good morning!” he said while his face was buried in Nico’s shoulder, sniffing. “You still… smell so good…” “Seriously, man? You do know that werewolves think I stink, right?” said the vampire, who was surprised by the act, but didn’t make any moves to push his friend away. Even with the question, Ben didn’t stop with the sniffing. It wasn’t as forceful as how he did it last night, considering he now had better mental faculties.

Raven black hair, perfectly messy like he ran his hands through it multiple times. Thick lush eyebrows shaded his piercing crimson eyes which seemed to burn intensely with hints of mischief as if he knew the effect he was having on me. His chiseled jawline looked like it was crafted by the finest hands and the stud in his left ear finished the whole look giving him the perfect bad boy appearance. The werewolf before me was nothing like the rumors described. “Uhmm….” I was jerked back to reality as his warm tongue skittered around my nipples, sending unfamiliar sensations through me and my core tingling.

I stared at her, too stunned to even form a reply on what to say to her which annoyed me but yet again I knew when it came to her, I could never really stay annoyed for that amount of time. She smiled faintly. “See? You’re doing it again, too serious. I just absorbed nightmare magic and you look like you’re about to start planning my funeral.” I leaned my forehead against hers. “You don’t understand what it does.” “I understand that it didn’t like you,” she said. “And it did like me. Which is rude, by the way.” I laughed before I could stop myself. A short, broken sound, but real. “There it is,” she said smugly. “You’re still human.”

He turned to Venn again and said, "Go ask Amity where the healing potion is." "Yes." Venn replied and quickly ran to find someone named Amity. Elias quickly took out the first aid box, disinfected and applied medicine to Lily. Lily was deeply moved to see Elias' enthusiasm. Her face was still covered with the bloodstains of Chad, but her smile was like a thousand rays of sunshine pouring into her maiden's heart. Elias asked Lily: “Rest, wounds inflicted by werewolves on ordinary people will be very dangerous, even if it is only a small scratch. But I handled it in time, tonight will be very painful. Just endure it through the night, and you'll be completely healed."

“Welcome werewolves. We sincerely appreciate everyone that took out their time to come for this meeting, you all look absolutely drop dead gorgeous. We will commence quickly. The seer has arrived.” “With a standing ovation, let us alk welcome the seer,” The crowd stood and applauded while an old wolf walked in, his face filled with wrinkles and his fur looking grey and old. He gently climbed the podium, asked for a bottle of water, sat in the chair provided for him and started talking. “Hello everyone? How are we all doing.” He spoke with a slur, his speech almost faint and dangly. He coughed and cleaned his eyes with every word that he uttered.