Sssniperwolf Hot Novels & Stories

I ask for the wolves belonging to Lake's pack. “As you order, Mrs. Rain.” says one of them. “Take the weapons you know how to deal with, whoever is good at shooting from afar, today will work by my side as a sniper.” I say and they nod taking the guns and all the ammunition possible. 'Hopefully they'll come, because I want to finish this today.’ I tell myself mentally.

"Breaking news!! The last Alpha Heir of the Silver Moon Pack, Kennedy Wayne's bloodline, is spotted near the River Moon pack. Here is one glimpse of that wolf which got captured in the camera of a wolf who was there in the forest on 10th of Feb." The new reporter of the WNR (Werewolf News Report) said, showing one blur image of a Silver wolf. "The person who shared this information with us wants to keep his identity safe and secure. Maybe that's why he didn't mention his name in detail in the email and has sent this information with some anonymous name.'

Michael's hand remained attached to his bleeding arm. "Go!" Sydney yelled as the ravens approached. Michael faltered. He backed off slowly, his eyes fixed on Sydney, who nodded at him before turning to face the ravens. Sydney tightened his fist while using his werewolf gift to mentally slow their motion. He roared and dashed through the ravens, shredding them with his claws and tearing them with his fangs. Michael watched him in awe. They all collapsed with a flump as he was finished. The sweltering temperature returned to average. He eventually caught up to Michael, and the two of them hurried to the area of the tunnel where Michael believed the golden dirk was concealed. They rushed out of

They showed up an hour after Lexi called them but they did come shocking my pack to see a pack of wolves walking through the pack lands. Anyway, Lexi wanted to stop by this specialty pet store that makes all natural treats and picked up some venison jerky. Only the best for her babies Lexi says and the venison is close to what they would get in the wild. And the wolves love the stuff. We were headed back to our cars when suddenly Lexi stopped and growled. She was looking at a shop in front of us. Or more like it past the shop. I was trying to see what she is seeing or smelling because she is sniffing the air as well. “ Lexi?” I asked. “ Vampires.” she states pointing towards the shop in fron

On the screen of all the viewers, a small skit video played about the start of the hunt with the image of the two assassins selected dancing on the screen. ********** Sniper parked his beat-up pickup truck by the window side of the small cafe with a serving window facing the road, and then turned down the loud rock music that was blasting through his speaker. " What can I get you? " Called out a gruff voice before, the owner, a scruffy looking man with a wrinkled face and a smooth bald head made an appearance. " A medium-sized Cappuccino expresso with soy milk. " " Be right back, " the owner says and disappeared back into the store.

“Boss searched for your information, Rebel, and there’s only one wolf who can give it to you.” Rebel nodded. “Tell me.” “Walker Solomon.” Rebel stiffened. Walker Solomon was likely the only rebel wolf on the North American continent who Rebel didn’t have under his thumb—and the one wolf he refused to deal with. The owner and proprietor of a supernatural casino near Amarillo, Texas, Solomon was a rebel werewolf and businessman. Aside from being Rebel’s only rival, Solomon was the craziest bastard Rebel had ever had the misfortune to encounter.

“Well?” “It seems we’ve detected the scent of another wolf towards our southern borders. Plus an abandoned camp at one of the caves down there. We don’t know if it’s one wolf or if he has a partner, but this proves that our captive lone wolf has definitely been lying about not working with anyone else.” “Either that or another wolf is making another attempt.” Lucille offered as an alternative explanation. Both those occurrences displeased me greatly. “How soon can we get him?” I asked, looking back at Archer.

"Wonderful. The final word to give goes out to the rest. Should anyone attempt to approach, look at, or even speak Enora's name, they shall be the next opponent here with me. Do I make myself clear?" "YES, ALPHA BOSS SIR!" "On your feet runt." He stripped down to his boxers before shifting into wolf form. His fur was a rich brown with a slightly lighter coloring on his chest and bright, green eyes stood out in contrast. The underling adopted as steady a stance as he could when he shifted, facing Alessandro. "You fight for your life," Alessandro said, charging at a blinding speed.

The muzzle of the wolf, grinning and splashing with saliva, clicked in the face of the man, while Ar chuckled contentedly, throwing off his turn. - Well, shall we dance? - mocking, repeated the words of Mark. “Let’s dance,” Mark repeated, stretching his lips into a bloody smile. Arnar sensed the approaching danger from behind and heard Vitali's cry: - Behind! — Violating the order to stay in the territory, he rushed to the rescue. The werewolf flew off, slamming like a stone wall into the body of the High Vampire that appeared out of nowhere. A sweetish aroma enveloped Arnar and forced him to exhale convulsively from the pain spreading in his back.

He snuggled his nose into her neck, and Saffy couldn’t help but wrap her arms around him and hugged the wolf. “If I were a wolf, I would fall in love with you,” she mumbled into Silver’s ear. “You are so handsome.” Saffy closed her eyes. Who cared if she was allergic to fur. Silver moved, and Saffy stroked his head and down his neck. “Oh, you feel—different, Silver?” Saffy opened her eyes and looked up into Jack’s smirking face. Her hands slid down over his shoulders and then down his body. It only took a moment to realise that Jack was stark naked.