Sssniperwolf Draw Novels & Stories

It always wants to go ahead and tear her. Selina smiled proudly. She reached out and stroked the large wolf fur beside her. It has smooth black fur, and its yellow eyes are somewhat cold, but when being rubbed by Selina, it retracts its combative evil. "Windy, you take care of her." “Guru!” After a loud howl, only the gray-haired wolf named Windy was relieved to use his sharp claws to kill Orla. Orla only had time to scream, and then there was silence.

There was no way he would trade that in. "Hey Clara, take a look at this." Suzy pressed a piece of paper against the grate. "Compliments of Marilyn." James left behind all sorts of goodies. One of them was a drawing of how David's pack was set up, including a nice little X with the words Alpha's house next to it. At first he planned to use it if they went to war, but being alpha had changed him. The pack was his responsibility, so he decided to go for a Hail Mary in the fourth quarter. Luck really was on his side. Now he had his mate and managed to avoid the conflict.

Black wolf with the gift of fire. Naturally, my exile into the routine of paperwork did not go unpunished for him. Just a harmless joke from me, Inari, in the form of plush bunny ears on the headband. I would like to see how he is so serious, and even in a business suit, appears "on the carpet" with the new boss and my nice little present. A wolf in sheep's clothing... ha... ha...

The loaded shot gun perched under the counter was proof enough. After nodding a polite ‘hello’ to Gerald, I led Zack over to the wobbly table of painted wolf carvings. One white wolf stood atop a mountain; head raised as it howled at an invisible moon. Another carving showed a brown wolf, hackles raised as it prepared to pounce at an unseen enemy. After reminding Zack not to touch, his eyes roamed each wolf with excitement. “This one.” Zack grinned widely, “This is my wolf!”

Blaine's wolf was a sleek, silver-furred creature with glowing green eyes, known for its agility and tactical prowess. Sheryn Lowan Cavanaugh, Blaine's younger sister, was a striking figure with long auburn hair that cascaded down her back in thick waves. Her eyes were a deep, forest green, mirroring her brother's, though her expression was more serious. Sheryn's wolf, with a coat the color of autumn leaves, was swift and deadly in battle, known for her fierce loyalty to her family and pack.

Her beautiful, wild silver hair spills over several pieces of parchment. I reach out, my fingers sliding one of the sheets from beneath her forearm. It is a sketch of a sleek, aerodynamic shoulder pad for a professional hockey player, but she has modified the collar to fit the heavy, thick neck of a shifted wolf. The lines are precise, sharp, and dripping with raw talent.

he puts his sketchbook between his teeth, “Ahnddd turee, dayer heaceful.” Sin’s feet slam against the ground with a thud. “Sowee,” he reaches up to rip the sketchbook from his mouth at the same time as he squatted down to grab the fallen pencil, “About this,” he waggles it in the air with a sheepish look. “Were you up there for the whole attack?” Sin cleared his throat, “Uh, yeah. None of em paid me any mind up there,” he shrugged. “Not much the wolfless can do around here.”

He waited until the last second, heart pounding and hands tightening around the gun, and kneeled down. The wolf hit the wall at full speed, giving Ray the opportunity to shoot its right leg, blood spilling over his arm. He ignored the burning sensation and dragged the gun through the creature's body, but the wolf threw his claws in Ray's direction. He had to drop the seraph gun and walk backwards to avoid being captured. Ray pulled another knife from his jacket, now ready to stab the Alpha Wolf. This time, the wolf hesitated before attacking him, which told Ray all he needed to know. Without missing a beat, he ran towards the wolf, throwing himself at its neck and stabbing its heart.

He wasn't reviewing troop deployments. In his large, calloused hands, he was holding a piece of parchment, staring intensely at a crudely, beautifully drawn sketch of an elegant wolf with striking, piercing eyes. It was a drawing of my wolf form. The beast he had met in the rain. A wave of bitter, toxic mockery washed over me. I walked closer to the desk, the heels of my boots clicking sharply against the floor, and let out a loud, echoing scoff.

The stone street is completely quiet, lit only by a few flickering neon lights from the faraway alpha clubs. Hailee Bello’s text buzzed back onto my screen in less than three seconds, her words full of crazy excitement. "Rapha! My mind always knew your drawings would be big one day—but this? Your wolf is already a breathing legend! Are you completely sure a low fighter like me is still cool enough to be your friend?" I smirk at the screen, my fingers moving fast. But then my wolf suddenly stiffens inside my chest. A cold, dark shadow is creeping closer through the alley trees. My eyes narrow into tiny slits. A sharp edge of rogue survival flashes in my pupils.