Sssniperwolf Draw Novels & Stories

In all that, Turstin eyes were with this ideal creature of beauty. After a while, they concluded their discussions and Turstin headed back to the chambers prepared for him. He undressed for the night, picked up a book on the side table and began to read. The thought of the beautiful werewolf came creeping into play and Turstin started to smile. She had such a profound effect on him… Knock, Knock. His thoughts were snapped, and he stood up and walked to the door. “Sorren go and see…” he was slapped by the werewolf that took his breath.

he roughly stated. "Yes sir" the one to the left said. "Make sure that there are no other survivors left" he told the one on the right. " Yes sir" he replied then left. The wolf on the left moved towards me and quickly and swiftly picking me up, throwing me over his shoulder heading outside. When we got outside I was kicking and thrashing around in his arms trying to get free. His hold tightened on me I can feel the anger radiating off him the more I kicked and thrashed around. I looked around and saw wolves slaughtered everywhere and then I saw we were headed towards a large black SUV. I kicked and thrashed a little more before he finally spoke up.

Blake stood up again to attack him but Aiden built a fierce,transparent wall around them and angry Blake couldn't pass through. Aiden held Nina. "Nisha!" He whispered Nina's wolf name. Still subconscious, Nina didn't know what was going on.Her eyes blazed bright blue.At the sound of its name,her wolf transformed out. She felt immense power surge through her but it didn't wear off the drowsiness she was feeling.Nina was thinking that her wolf has chosen Damon as it mate so she lowered her guard down and let her wolf do the work.Finally,her wolf has surfaced! Aiden grabbed her waist and pressed her body to his.Her hands on his chest,he tucked strands of hair behind her ear.He lowered his head

“Big wolf…?” Jayden scrambled to his feet and clambered onto the bed beside me. He shoved the paper into my hands. On it was a crude drawing of a large dark wolf with golden eyes standing beside a tiny stick figure with curly hair. My chest clenched painfully. “That’s me,” Jayden said proudly, pointing at the stick figure. “And that’s big wolf. He’s protecting me from the bad wolves.” Conan cleared his throat softly. When I looked up, he was staring at the drawing, his expression guarded. His hand flexed on his knee before he looked away.

She muttered as she aligned the criss cross mark of her sniper scope to the head of the terrorist with the gun. She held her breadth and pulled the trigger at the same time when he raised his rifle to shoot the third captive. The gun fell from his hand first before the man followed. There was panic amongst the other two who looked around in confusion. One of the men made a dash to the fallen weapon of his comrade but she followed him swiftly, the criss cross mark of her sniper moving behind her new target till her focus point was centered on his chest, then she pulled the trigger. A second later, the man was flying backwards in the air before landing on the floor motionless.

As I said not even the Dark Lord himself can stop me. How can your tiny kindness stop me? Try me but you won’t win. However, I m enjoying every moment right now. I m loving the moment where one she-wolf is lying to her packs. Moreover, she is not an ordinary she-wolf. She is the daughter of the great Alpha Drake and great Luna Drusilla. She is betraying her kind. Not only I was saved but I can see conflicts in between their packs. And how lovely is that? I can now no longer wait to make her fall in love. Debra, brace yourself. I m coming for you.

Her eyes alight upon scattered sketches strewn across the surface, drawing her in with an irresistible pull. Picking up one of the sketches, she is met with the striking image of a wolf, its form captured in intricate detail. As her gaze flits to another sketch, a closer view of the wolf reveals its menacing features—fangs bared and saliva dripping, an embodiment of primal ferocity. A series of similar sketches follow, each portraying the majestic yet fearsome creatures in different poses. A furrow creases Rose's brow in puzzlement as she contemplates the artist's apparent fixation on these lupine subjects.

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."

Nothing about either of those things makes any sense. "No, you don't need to buy silver bullets. What kills regular mortals can kill me too. I am not immortal, I can die just like you can. I can get hurt just like you can. I heal faster than you, and I have much better senses of sight and smell. I can run faster than a regular human, but that's to be expected when the blood of the wolf pumps through your veins," Aiden says and he takes a cloth off the kitchen counter and attempts to use it as a band-aid.

Reluctantly I put my hand on Clayton’s shoulder to get his attention. Clayton turned around to meet my eyes. For those who hadn’t seen him angry before I had to admit it was a terrible sight. His rage filled eyes were a dark blood red colour. His inch and a half long fangs, that usually weren’t there, had grown in response to the emotionally charged situation. When he noticed it was me his eyes softened slightly. Alpha Clayton had both werewolf and vampire blood so his inner beast was a hybrid. So when he got pissed enough his wolf/ vampire would surface. As a result Alpha Clayton’s wolf Xavier was a bit different than most wolves. He was much more cruel.