Sssniperwolf Draw Novels & Stories

Curiously, he gets closer, finding the drawing of a wolf. A frown aches on his face as he looks at the drawing, realizing it’s not a kind of wolf he’s seen before. Its frame is massive, towering over anything he has ever compared it to, or perhaps it is because it’s on the pages of a book. Its fur is pitch black, and its eyes are the darkest shade of red and hollow; they look like they can pierce anything, yet the redness of those eyes looks familiar, like he’s seen them before, but he immediately dismisses the idea. Its mouth is open, stretched far too wide with a row of long teeth and fangs, and with weird patterns on its body, glistening in the sketch as though the artist has seen it in p

Soon we were surrounded. "Kieran?" Sienna's voice shook. I pushed her behind me, letting my eyes glow gold. "I am Kieran Draven Wolfe, Alpha of the Shadowfang Pack," I called out. "What do you want?" One wolf stepped forward, changing into human form. A man with scars across his face and chest. General Vex. The Queen's right hand. "The Ruby Wolf," he said simply. "Hand her over." "Never," I growled. Vex smiled. "We thought you'd say that." He nodded to someone behind us.

Nueva couldn't understand the language; it looked complicated and old, but the hand-drawn pictures drew her in. The pictures were of werewolves. The first couple of pages had drawings of two large wolf's, one black and one red. She could make out the names Saul and Thiago's amongst the foreign written words. After a few pages, the black wolf lay bloodied on the ground next to a smaller grey wolf. A small pup was sitting next to the lifeless bodies— Painted in the background was a red wolf in blurry faint lines. It was almost like the red wolf was disappearing into a dense fog. Even if she didn't understand the words, the pictures told the sad story, and Nueva sniffled as she looked at the sm

She smiles as she sits down on the chair swing. “What the f**k is an Elemental Wolf?” I look around for a tap before Quintin appears with a glass of water holding it out for me. I rush over to him and take it, downing it before asking for another. “An Elemental Wolf is a rare wolf. There are only five of us in existence. Surely you’ve had a dream by now?” Quintin asks and he hands me another full glass. I just tip it over my head feeling the water instantly cool me down.

The animal was rolling around on his back on the lawn. "Oh my God!" Saffron screwed her eyes up as she remembered, "No, oh no!" She could never un-see. Jack Goldsmith full frontal- again. Fuuck! She covered her eyes as if that would prevent her from remembering his incredible body. Powerful muscular arms, a full washboard of eight abs, and a pronounced vee shape leading to — Well, she wouldn't think about that spectacular part of his body. The only penis she had seen in real life was Jack's and never in a dream come to that. So, she wasn't sure if it was stupendous or not. But she would give him the benefit of the doubt. What in the world brought that dream on, and how would she face him wit

The wolf, who had been busy chewing up Gavin, spat out his shoe and growled menacingly, followed by jumping on me. I sidestepped, but the wolf managed to push me down with its left paw. I let out a loud cry of pain when I felt it sink its teeth into my shoulder, but before any damage could be done, the wolf immediately retracted its teeth, taking a step back away from me, its green eyes staring at me as if staring right through my soul. From the corner of my eye, I saw Taylor throw a silver bomb at the wolf, who immediately growled out in pain, shifting into a very naked and muscular man, Alpha Alexander Pierce, my biggest enemy!

He stepped inside, eyes flicking automatically over the organized chaos of her desk—journal stacks, a half‑drunk coffee, Park’s latest draft open on the tablet. No stapler. Of course. He turned to leave and saw it. A photo, half‑tucked under a file, edge peeking out just enough to catch the eye. A small hand, smudged with blue and red crayon. A wolf drawing with too many teeth. Curiosity was a reflex he’d never successfully shut off. He reached out and slid the paper the rest of the way clear. Two sheets, actually. On top: the drawing. Three wolves—one with a small, one with bared teeth, one with a crooked leg, and a long line in its paw. Labels in wobbly, determined letters.

The smell of spices filled the air gradually, grounding the house in routine that felt necessary after the chaos of the last day. Routine was survival now. Not comfort. Survival. “Come here,” Selena called suddenly. Her voice startled me slightly. I walked toward the table slowly, crouching beside her. “What is it?” I asked. She turned the paper toward me. It was a drawing. Crude. Simple. Childlike. But clear. Two small figures stood side by side. One slightly taller. One slightly smaller. Beside them was a large black shape. A wolf. My wolf.

Then, dazzling lights illuminated me, and thunderous applause erupted from the audience, dealing a heavy blow to me. Wait, wasn't I killed by that damn black wolf in the carriage? Where am I? "Ladies and gentlemen from various fields and species, you all know the strength of the werewolf domain's consciousness. Obtaining a little wolf is not easy, and our item number 87 is both beautiful and young, suitable for both social occasions and domestic use." Laughter and chatter erupted from the audience below, and I felt like an exotic animal showcased in a zoo. "Wow, this she-wolf is truly beautiful. Look at her golden hair and those hazel eyes, just my type."

The other Lotus member returned, knelt down and wiped at her cuts hurriedly and efficiently, revealing even more cuts she hadn't thought would be there. "Hey, you two should see this. Haven't seen the boss this dangerous in a long time," the one standing interrupted with a grin. Victor was in his wolf form, steps sure and steady as he made it to the center in one powerful leap. It made the others pause to face him, those of his pack moving in line with him and the enemy at the ready across; even the mafia sides had ceased their firing. Releasing a brief bark, the Lotus took a step back while he stepped forward. He would take them on alone.