Spice And Wolf Fanfiction Novels & Stories

His body began to tingle and he involuntarily let out a loud howl. It seemed as though his whole body was lit on fire, but in a good way that filled him with a desire, a yearn and the need to be close…to her. “Mate!” his wolf, Spade cried out immediately and then, Ragnar’s eyes widened in horrifying realization. “Fuck no.” he muttered underneath his breath as the fuzzy feeling overwhelmed his body. Fucking Astrid Reverra was his mate.

I pinch myself hard on my skin just to male sure that this isn't a dream or something ,because I swear this feels all like a dream . "Can't wait to make pups and teach them how to fight and be strong " my wolf says wiggling her tail in the back of my head . "Yeah me too" I say back at her . ************************************ Today I finally celebrate my mating ceremony with lone, everything and everyone all look beautiful.

“Right now, I’m in pizza and soda heaven. Spencer can wait.” She chuckled, tossing a pillow my way, and for a moment, we just lounged there, pretending the chaos outside—the secrets, the betrayals, the shadows—was miles away. Just us, pizza, "And silly questions about some guy named Spencer from my hometown and friends since childhood," I muttered, half laughing as I grabbed another slice of pizza. Steppy grinned mischievously. "Well, he is smoking hot. My wolf, Star, just mind-linked me—says he's got that rugged, all-American look. You know, tall, dark, handsome."

She had to show these people she had claws, that no bullshit would be tolerated. "At least you have a spine. But that won’t earn you any respect here. Not when you are what you are." "You mean bored?" Sophie’s wolf bared her teeth at the older female, but her anger was quickly replaced by anticipation as the scent of vanilla, old spices, the forest, and hot sex tickled her senses. Lastnight… Sex—and moans and—Enough, she thought to herself. A moment later, Sage was striding into the kitchen. He walked with a sense of purpose that had her wolf growling with arousal. It flustered Sophie a little too, if she were being honest.

Her lips were cold and wide, circling me whole and giving me the chills therein. For a moment, she supplanted her mouth with her hand and proceeded to give my lips a share of the feeling too. I could feel my wolf spirit on its edge but I did everything to keep him still. Jasmine was the only female wolf he was familiar and because he was once mated to her wolf but was abandoned ignited the fire of their reunion. But presently she wasn't his and I wanted to do everything to respect her boundaries

Jasper’s voice dropped lower, a cruel edge slicing through each word, "And let's not ignore the escapades of your wandering desires, shall we? The way you shared your affections with she-wolves that fate never intended for you. Each act a betrayal, a mark against what it means to be fated. How much more do you need me to unveil before you see the scars your actions have left behind?" Rage surged within me; an inferno ignited by every word from my wolf. Snarling with a ferocity that echoed our primal nature, I shot back, “Shut UP! I believed—foolishly, perhaps—that Stephanie and I had finally begun to bridge the dangerous gap between our packs!”

she whispered, flushed, biting her lips, looking at me with raw desire. I left the space between her legs and captured her lips with hunger, exploring every inch of her mouth. Her taste felt so real, even in this dream, intensifying my need to have her completely. My wolf roared inside me, his voice thundering in my mind: “She is ours, and we are hers!”

Mehanda’s breath caught as the wolf trotted closer, silent and commanding. He stopped at the railing and let out a low huff. Slowly, Mehanda reached out. Her fingers sank into his thick, warm fur. The bond snapped into focus, a glowing thread of emotion. She felt Spike’s devotion, his relief, his overwhelming love. “You’re beautiful,” she whispered, burying her face in his the fur of his neck. Spike rumbled, licking her cheek, then turned to the moon and howled. The sound echoed across the valley, full of triumph.

My wolf moved forward and sniffed it, before letting out a satisfied growl. “Why don't we go downstairs and take a nice run in the woods,” Sparrow said, reaching forward to grip my forearm and pull me up. I continued to hold the cloth to my nose because it seemed to be the only thing calming my wolf down immensely, and he even let me back into his mind. Good sign. ‘I want mate right now. We need to mark mate. Too many males want her, we need to claim her now, you fucking idiot.’ my wolf whines even more.

I could only nod every once and a while, but my thoughts kept drifting back to the conversation with Ari. When Mila walked into my mom’s office, Ari stepped close enough for my wolf, Spencer, to scent her. She smelled of lilac and cherry blossoms, and it was driving Spencer crazy. “Mate,” Spencer growled in the back of my mind. I tried to ignore him but then Ari whispered into my ear. “I bet your wolf is going just as crazy as mine,” she said, her breath warm against the side of my face. For a moment, I wanted to grab her and take her across the desk. Instead, I took a step back, covering my nose for a moment.