Smurfette Novels & Stories

A howl—deep, unearthly—split the silence. Heratte straightened, dusting herself off. And then— She saw them. Red eyes. Burning through the smoke and darkness. A monstrous silhouette took form, towering, its presence suffocating. Another howl split the night, the kind that made even shadows cower. And Heratte… She smiled. Cracking her neck, she slid her hands into her pockets. “I see… the so-called strongest wolf in history has finally woken up.” She tilted her head, grinning.

Nudity to wolves should have been second nature. It was strange to her to see wolves from a different pack. It had been many years since she had, the packs isolation was a paradise after the horrors of the world they had witnessed. It was easy to tell that they were from a metropolitan pack, still stuck in the modern ways, with their hair cut short and bare cheeks. They held no allegiance to the Moon, followed no religion.

After being humiliated and disowned by her own pack and family the 18-year-old Noella Cindy James, goes Rouge. After tumbling in the depths of the unwanted city, she begins to challenge life. Day after day, anger, hate, malice, eating her up, she becomes bloodthirsty for revenge.

— Ylva — Well, I could see what Darren meant. I’d definitely do this girl. I thought I saw her change her stance, prepared for a fight. Maybe she’s not completely useless after all. That might make it useful if she’s to become Luna. Or just to survive. Smurfette dragged Luna-in-waiting to the pool. What was her name again? Ela-something?

It is very difficult and time-consuming to get out without an excuse. Eta wolf Suzette has deep green eyes in her werewolf form and has blonde hair with a little black hair on the side of her head and a streak down the right side of it. It is always neatly brushed up, although in all fairness, it looks like a bird's nest. As an assassin of the Gravefur Pack, she always wears black and covers her face with a black hoodie. Ace Denzell of Dark Shadow Coven and Eta wolf Suzette of Gravefur Pack, despite being Moroi and Werewolf, they both loved each other very much.

Slim I sat next to her on the cliff, handing her a cup of water. Surprisingly, my nerves relaxed as her fingertips unintentionally brushed against mine, and I resisted the urge to sigh in frustration. There was something intriguing about her. She exuded an aura of tranquility wherever she went, and it was slowly affecting me. She smiled at me, but her eyes didn't reflect the same joy. I could tell something was weighing heavily on her mind. "Thanks," she said, her voice shaky with the impact of her thoughts. I could sense her anxiety consuming her.

Blend in, keep your head down, and move on before anyone gets too close. As she walked down the bustling hallway, murmurs and whispers followed her. She was used to it. She didn't just blend in. She found her locker and fumbled with the combination, her hands trembling slightly. As she opened it, she caught a glimpse of herself in the small mirror inside. Her long, curly silver hair cascaded down her back like molten moonlight, shimmering with an otherworldly glow. It was the kind of hair that defied explanation, the kind that drew eyes and sparked curiosity exactly what she didn't need.

I had already seen him several times and in all of them he had annoyed me with his flirtations and arrogance, he was really unbearable and I expected to have the minimum contact with him, but he always ended up calling me. "What do you need?" "You can bring us another bottle of Moet." "I'll get it for you." I said and quickly went to get it. I hurried back and left it on the table and I could feel him not taking his eyes off me, he was making me extremely uncomfortable. "Here it is, if you don't want anything else I'll leave" I said with a false smile and as I was turning around I could feel my arm being grabbed. "Why don't you have a drink with us?" he asked with an attempt at a flirtatious

says in his lowest and shaking voice, "do you know whether he has someone in his life? what of, if he doesn't like me?, let's put many things into consideration" says Sophie and she stood up to take a juicy drink from her fridge, "don't worry, everything will be fine soon," says Mike, and she left Sophie's room to his room, as he was going to his room he met his wife Jade in the passage, she has wants to become another thing entirely, Mike met her in the passage talking to herself,

“You’re cute. It’s hard to believe that Luther can fuck a girl like you.” I shot my eyes at him, turning completely red. “Excuse me.??” “You are not Luther’s type.” He eyed me up and down. “Short, slightly chubby, not blonde, a lot of freckles and shy…” I could feel amusement in his voice. It should not have hurt me, but it was hurting me. “He likes supermodels. Have you ever met Winifred?” He asked and Winifred’s images flashed in my head. She was tall, slim, and beautiful. She had prominent features; high cheekbones, long eyelashes, and piercing blue eyes.