Spice And Wolf Novels & Stories

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.

“A large iced coffee with caramel and chocolate added and whipped cream on top.” “Got it.” Louise turned her head and started ordering while I grabbed my wallet and pulled the money out to pay for it. Once we got our coffee, we headed towards the spa. Once we get there, we go inside to sign in and wait for our appointment. We are getting our hair done, a facial, massage, makeup and nails done. “Are you ready for tonight?” I asked Louise. “Yes. Tempest is determined that we will find our mate.” “Kiyo said that all wolves can tell who their mate is but aren’t allowed to tell their human counterpart until the ball or hunt.”

The other wolves followed him as if he were the leader of them all. Soon Christian was left alone with his wolf, thinking about all that he had learned about himself and his father. "When you return to your world you will have full control over me. You will never hear my voice again, Alpha Christian," his wolf said. He was the first to give him that title. Christian nodded to him with great respect. "Become the great Alpha that your father never was," his wolf said, before he slowly started to disappear. "I will," Christian assured him. "And take care of our beautiful mate," his wolf added.

I replied to him but as soon as I spelled the name ‘Paul’, I gasped. “What happened? What is it?” Karien inquired as he saw me gasped all of sudden. I looked at him and asked, “Do you remember what was the shade of the wolf fur, and how big was he?” “He had slightly golden brown, white-colored mix fur and not so big as I saw a werewolf in movies. I don’t think he was a strong wolf but he was there attacking those two guys before I got there and he ran off as soon as he saw me” He said recollecting the memories of last night.

I had hope that it wouldn't just happen now. But like every other year, at this point I would wish that my name wasn't my name. I would wish that I wasn't Allison Bush, the last air of the Bush who actually is the only one that turns into a full wolf on a full moon. I was trying to run from that and some other things.. But then again, you can't run away from yourself!!

He looked up at me for a moment, then looked back down. "What I had heard moving turned and made a beeline for me. Out on the trail ahead of me stepped the biggest wolf I had ever seen. Its fur was matted and dirty. It had its ears back and its head low as it snarled." Skye closed his eyes as if reliving that day. "Foam coated its jaws."

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.”

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.

He had been waiting a lifetime for his mate, and the longer he waited, the more he withered inside. His wolf, Zodiak, had gone silent years ago, retreating deep within him, refusing to speak. Cole could still feel him there, a dormant presence buried beneath layers of resignation. But neither of them had the strength or hope to search anymore. Sure, he had dated women, but nothing ever panned out, nothing ever felt right. The longer Cole stood, leaning over the railing, the stronger the scent became, the wind brought to him a rich, sweet, almost sinful, like vanilla warmed by honey smell. It invaded his senses, igniting something primal in him.

Vireya's POV Zevarion moved easily around the fire, his hands sure and graceful, and for a fleeting moment, I could hardly believe that the mysterious, aloof wolf I thought I knew was also a gentle soul who could cook my favorite dish. He placed a bowl of fish soup in front of me, my favorite, and I dug in eagerly, savoring the rich aroma that filled my senses. “I can’t believe you made this,” I said around a mouthful. “But then again, it’s you, the mysterious Zevarion.” I added with a playful smile.