Sssniperwolf Draw Novels & Stories

he thundered again. My body began to tremble, bones shifting, skin rippling. I wasn’t in control. Within seconds, my wolf had taken over. She didn’t hesitate. With a snarl, she leapt forward and landed on the Alpha’s lifeless chest. Her claws dug into his ribcage, and with a grotesque crack, she tore into him. Heat pulsed beneath the bones. The Heartstone glowed with an eerie, red ancient light. She clamped her jaws around it and ripped it free.

Collins asked but there was no response from the Vampires. " How can we let this wolf intimidate us, Let's rip him apart " The First figure said with pride, The others roared charging at the Smiling Collins who only stood still waiting for his enemies strike, He is a sniper who kills with one strike. Collins ducked the claw attack of the second figure using his own claws to strike the second figure down, With one massive strike of his claws, the second figure head could be seen rolling on the floor. " Who's next? " Collins asked.

He flipped to the last page where I’d made a very unflattering drawing of him, one with horns and long knife like fangs. I’d been particularly upset that day and had written some pretty shitty things about him, calling him all sorts of names under the sun. He paused over the page, taking it all in and I shifted on my feet, embarrassed now that he’d seen my shit talking about him. He glanced at me with a raised brow. “Really?” “Well I told you not to look!” I said defensively rubbing the back of my neck, color alighting my cheeks. Archer craned his neck over Ivan’s shoulder to peer at the page. Seeing the drawing, he burst into laughter.

She seems to like lying that way. From the angle she is laying I can see her mating mark. I remember seeing three wolves with crowns above their heads looking at the moon before I added my mark. Now beside a wolf I believe is Arya is a man with a pale face dressed in black. Me. I have a crown above my head as well. It is truly beautiful. If others outside our world were to see it, they would think it was a tattoo. They would never know the meaning behind it. I haven’t looked at mine yet though I am curious. I want to get a look at Ryan's and Luther’s.

His fur sparked and his eyes continued to glow as he readied himself to attack. The guy who was in a black cloak noticed the wolf's eye color and he lowered his spear, which was made with an iron and a sharp silver tip. Chris snarled at him one more time before shifting back to human form. The stranger didn't seem scared as he watched the animal transform into a boy. He removed his cloak and hurled it to the naked Chris, who grabbed it with his eyes still on the stranger. He felt weirdly connected to him. While they maintained eye contact, Chris wore the cloak.

It never occurred to me that something was off about me seeing my own reflection. I raised a hand and carefully placed it on the wolfs cheek affectionately, rubbing at the smooth surface and moving my hand to grab hold of the ear. I didn't know what came over me, but I pulled the ear as if it were real, just picturing this wolf in real life purring as I pet it had me smiling. Then a slight sound was heard. I was broken out of my trance as a line started to form in the middle of the wolf's face, splitting right down the middle and spreading throughout his entire body, branching off and creating more cracks and holes in the once solid concrete.

He said, "I thought you were on her side all this while. But please, you are not doing us any kindness here. Do you think you are doing the right thing? I can tell you are doing the wrong thing. Let's beg her and see what she does." "Beg my ass" he scoffed out a mirthless chuckle and pointed the gun towards Andre "You will not tell me what to do with her. Do you understand me!" Andre said, "Calm down. That will do, Norris. There is no need for that." My lips trembled at the drama. They wouldn't dare to fight me or my wolf, because we both were just deadly. I could single-handedly take on a whole Pack and beat them to a pulp.

Focus. A snarl tore me back to the present. The third wolf had shifted fully now, a monstrous form of snarling teeth and sinew. He barreled into me before I could react, and we hit the dirt hard. Pain exploded in my ribs. His claws scrambled for my throat, but I gritted my teeth and slammed my forehead into his snout. The crunch of bone and yelp of pain gave me the opening I needed. I shoved my dagger under his chin, driving it up into his brain. His body convulsed once, then went still.

Was I failing to meet expectations? _____ That night, all the wolves gathered around the bonfire, shadows dancing across their faces as Zeke and an older wolf squared off beneath the firelight. The older wolf was a map of scars, each one earned from experience. A snake tattoo curled from his right shoulder up his neck, rugged, hardened, and currently getting his ass handed to him. Apparently, it was normal for Zeke to be challenged. Any wolf who wanted the title could step up, but only the winner walked away as a leader.

Clearing his mind he mind-linked the Alpha of his Pack, ‘Derren, has that Snow Wolf Alpha been in touch again? He asked carefully, ‘Why would you ask?’ The Alpha replied in a clipped tone, ‘Because I have her in my car and she has been drugged by the two TV guys I work for. They are taking her to their Penthouse and it is pretty obvious what they intend to do, they have their hands all over her.’ He heard a deep growl from his Alpha, ‘Alpha Alexis is here with me right now, keep her safe we are on our way.’