Sssniperwolf Draw Novels & Stories

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.

"You know bloody well I can't release them to you.'' Drew said. He walked towards the attackers all the while keeping an eye on the snipers he had sighted from the rooftop. There was no telling that they came prepared and Drew could see the determination in their eyes over what they were about to do. "I can not and will not release the prisoners to you.'' Drew reiterated. "Then you leave us with no other option but to attack you.'' he said. Before Drew could react, the rival commander launched at him dealing blows to him but Drew was quick to deflect. He staggered back when he gave him a particularly heavy blow that knocked him off his feet. "I didn't count you to be so slow and weak.'' he t

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.

Dove was pissed that he was left hehind and had to play catch up again! Shunee was on patrol around the safe house, but was intercepted by something or someone, and was knocked back a few paces. Regaining her footing, she looked at who ran into her. A black wolf with red markings she'd never met stood in front of her, fur on end, venom dripping with lethal intent. *Shunee* 'The Rogues are here. I've got one in front of me...' "There's no one coming for you. They have already been taken, bound and chained. Make it easy on yourself and come peacefully. I'd hate to break my promise to Jo about not killing you." the wolf in front of her asked with a crazy look in his eyes.

Aryadi was thrown several fathoms while Hugo stood tall in his form as a wolf proudly. Burhan came over and helped his adoptive father in one shot. At that time Burhan's expression looked so shocked by Hugo's change. The type of wolf-shifter that Hugo has is so different from other wolf-shifter. The size of the red wolf's body is also larger than most wolf-shifter. On the forehead of the red wolf, a star in a circle was drawn. When Hugo growled, his mouth and muzzle dripped with disgusting saliva, like the image of a werewolf version of the human belief, which in Indonesia is called Aul. Burhan gulped his own saliva as he stared into the red eyes of the Cursed. “What is that creature?” Burha

Sally's POV Ryan sketched out what he envisioned on B5-sized sketch paper. To use a cliché, he drew a large, menacing wolf on all fours standing before a helpless girl, who he depicted as looking scared. I admit he's not bad at drawing. Funny enough, though, I had the same idea, except the wolf looked like he was protecting the girl from all the world's harm. The wolf in my vision had a gentle look in its eyes as if it was trying to tell her that it would always be there for her and that the wolf belonged to her.

Drawings of pack members, little pups playing, an old shewolf working on a loom, a couple who must have been the mother, as she was hugging the man who raised Gary like a son. Lucifron feels like he's evading Gary's privacy, but the drawings were so realistic. He had never imagined that Gary could draw much less with such perfection. He knows he should stop but he continues to defoliate. Members working the fields, a warrior resting sitting near a tree while a shewolf gives him coffee. All the drawings were wonderful and so real. He pulls out the chair and sits down. Ryan, wolves, a river and… Lucifron. Is that he?

He looked at the giant, scarred man standing over his unconscious squadmates and then at the child who had just eaten their ammunition. "Who... what are you?" the young Ranger stammered, backing up against a pine tree. Ashren stepped forward, his golden eyes burning away the illusion of the broken refugee. The Alpha of the North looked down at the trembling soldier. "I am the Wolf," Ashren snarled softly. "And you are in my way." Ashren struck him once, a precise nerve pinch to the neck. The boy’s eyes rolled back, and he slumped into the snow, unconscious but alive.