Star Fox Wolf O Donnell Novels & Stories

“You lost, Evolet. You are no winner, “ she boldly said, crossing her arms. Having had enough of her nonsense, I said, “That’s in your eyes, Fiona. But I know I won this battle without cheating.” She rolled her eyes. “There’s no rule in the game that says no mere wolves allowed. Yes, I don’t know if I’ll ever summon my wolf, but the goddess summoned one for me, and that’s my pet,” I said, squatting down to caress Cadell. And he played along pretty well, acting like a normal wolf. “I took care of this wolf when it needed someone. I never brought him here, but the goddess did. She sent a helper to stand by this weak omega’s side, as her wolf,” I smiled at Cadell, as he stared into my eyes, loo

She then picks up the pup and moves toward the area where several warriors are setting up a perimeter to protect the pack members. She finds her father. He has stationed himself front and center of the protection perimeter and even from here I can see he is barking out orders to the other warriors. His eyes are so golden that they look like small suns glowing out of his eyes. Donovan is fighting with Mr. Nelson. I watch as a rogue attempts to go for his throat, thinking he’s easy prey. Mr. Nelson catches the wolf in mid air with one hand and rips his head off with the claws of the other as if it was nothing. He may be in a wheelchair, but I will never underestimate that man’s fighting abilit

I pick her up and nod for Donovan to deal with the wolf. “Sure.” He walks up to him, studies him for a few seconds before he delivers a mean left hook right up in the middle of his head. The wolf falls immediately, knocked out cold. He stands back up and exhales a proud breath. “I’ve heard a lot of things, you’re going to have to be a little bit more specific.” He replies to my earlier question and starts following behind me. “Donovan,” I call annoyed, motioning toward the man that he was supposed to send to the dungeon. He left him lying there for whoever likes to come and do with him as they pleased.

This was getting serious and he braced himself for whatever was going to be said. Phiri left the room upon Lucille's request and she soon came back with an old man with long beards. Calvin looked the man over, wondering who he was and what he had to say. "This is Mister Fallon" Lucille introduced the old man who smiled, baring his incomplete dentition. "He is an omega wolf, originally of the western Pack. During our investigation, he had quite a lot of information and that's why we brought him." "You're welcome, Mister Fallon" Calvin said as he eyed the man who just kept smiling.

Katerina: I growled as the two wolves tried approaching Inna, warning them to stop. “I find it amusing that you’re protecting the woman that was yelling at you a few minutes ago, insulting you as this pack’s Luna, and also discriminating you in front of the whole pack” Donatello stated, smiling mischievously at me. I growled in response, taking a step toward him despite every instinct in my body, watching as he towered my body, looking down at me “you know, if you stop this attitude, I can give you the life you deserve as Luna”

Xavier said while sitting on a chair in front of Dylan. "Where is he?" Dylan asked. "He said he has some work to do so he told me to inform you alone." Xavier gave a file to Dylan. Dylan took the file from Xavier. He looked at the file and watched the girl's details. Xavier said, "Sharon Olsen, age twenty years old. She is a fighter wolf. She lives in the Western side. Her parents told her to support the brother of the former Lycan king. So she was in the fighting club under him."

my dad said without looking up at me. "Why didn't you tell me?" I was pissed. How could he not tell me that my mate's father was one of our warriors?! He dropped his manila folder that was in his hands and focused his attention on me. "What are you talking about, son?" "Winter's father. Why didn't you tell me that George Stevens is Winter's father? Does Donna know who George was?" Dad lowered his head in defeat. "Yes, Donna knew who George was. Donna was also once a wolf herself. After George's passing, Donna was afraid for Winter. She didn't want Winter to grow up fearing for her life because of what happened with George."

I was catching up to him but it would take a while before I could meet up. We ran through the back of the castle and into the forest. Donovan swerved amongst trees to confuse me but I kept on following him. I was locked on to him and I wouldn't let go no matter what. As we ran through the forest, I suddenly felt a shadow approaching me and I moved out of the way. A wolf stood before me, its eyes were piercing blue and its fur was golden. “Stella,” I said to her and my eyes narrowed. Donovan stood behind her and he smiled. This old bastard was actually planning on using his own daughter as a meat shield. I was disgusted and my hatred for Donovan reached an all-time high.

"Most of them were lies I told myself because I was trying to stay professional. Trying to do the right thing. But when I came here last night and you were gone, and I couldn't reach you, and I thought something might have happened to you, I realized I don't give a damn about professional boundaries. Not when it comes to your safety." He was so close now I could feel the heat radiating from his body. His scent wrapped around me, making my knees weak. "So I'll ask again," he said, his voice low and dangerous. "Where were you?" I bit my lip. The text had said not to tell anyone, especially not Owen. But looking into his eyes, seeing the genuine worry there mixed with frustration and something

I was just a poor art student then, an orphan working shifts at a coffee shop to pay tuition. I painted in my spare time, dreaming of my own gallery show. Then one day, a rich bitch from school poured a scalding latte all over my final project. "Oops," she sneered. "Something this pathetic was never going to hang in a gallery. I was just helping you take out the trash." I tried to fight back, but her friends cornered me, and a slap stung my face. That's when Damon appeared. He wasn't the monster he is today. Back then, he wore an expensive, handmade suit. A god who’d stumbled into the wrong part of town.