Sssniperwolf Draw Novels & Stories

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.

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.

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

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.

The judge straightened slowly, his voice cutting through the air like a blade. “The Elder Council is about to present the key evidence in this case. All pack members, turn your eyes to the crystal screen.” An ancient moonstone panel framed in gold lit up. The image showed the pack guard interrogating a she-wolf, her wrists shackled with silver chains. “Name.” “Abe Perry.” “Who are your direct blood relatives?” “Only one sister—Harper Perry. She’s currently the personal assistant to Alpha Julian Everhart, heir of the Everhart Clan.”

Even now, I thought to myself that since the Serpentskins had money and influence in space, what was there to be upset about? After I had paid and started to leave, I heard someone exclaiming in exaggerated surprise, "See, Sirius? Winnie's such a tsundere—she had refused your slave mark just yesterday, and now, she's buying you such an expensive present. I really lack her cunningness…" I turned to see Lola snuggling in Sirius's arms, while he was grinning gleefully at me. "And here I thought you were a strong, independent woman! But you'll really do anything so that you don't have to marry a rogue, will you?"

His eyes cut through the room like a predator eyeing its prey, sharp and unrelenting. Nina's heartbeat quickens. She clenches her pen, her knuckles going white as she stares down at her notebook. Hold on! I can take it! She drops her gaze, refusing to lock eyes with him again. The pen in her hand starts moving on its own, .scribbling aimlessly across the paper until a mischievous idea pops into her head. A wicked grin spreads across her face as she begins to draw. A few strokes later, a fierce wolf, dressed in a black suit, dark blue shirt, and blue tie, stands on the platform, talking to the class. Its face? Lucien Gray's. The wolf's eyes are just as piercing, full of arrogance and amusemen

- I, as the alpha of the pack, on a mental level can call any wolf or she-wolf of my pack. - What about me? - No, Leah, neither I can hear your wolf, - he climbed a couple of steps, so that now our faces are on the same level, - and she does not hear my wolf. Thanks to this one,” he stretched his hand to my neck and, picking up the cord, pulled out my cross-artifact, “an amusing little thing. Maxim grabbed the cross and clenched it in his fist, at that moment I was as if scorched by heat, a ringing sounded in my head, as if a bell had been struck nearby.

Then he shook his head, pointing to his hand. “Yes, yes, it’s up to your paws,” I blurted out. The wolf shook again and sniffed at her. What does it mean? Ready to share your high quality snobby spit? I looked at him unsurely. Okay, I don't have a choice, I need my arm active and on my shoulder. I carefully began to unbind my hand, and the wolf began to step on its paws from impatience. Seeing the wound, he whimpered plaintively, sniffed carefully and licked carefully. I twitched at the unaccustomed touch, but the wolf looked at me so imploringly that I returned my hand. Yes, he did not spare saliva! I hope I did not in vain stifle my disgust for a beaten minute, and the wound will begin to