Tequila Wolf Novels & Stories

“Lightweight fight. Our guy is there in the blue and yellow. Corey. This fight should be wrapping up in the next ten minutes and then they’ll be a break for them to clean up before Kurt’s Heavyweight fight. You want a beer or something?” “Got soda? Coke or Pepsi?” I don’t normally drink soda, but I’ll make an exception for being out. Beer is nasty and I’d already had wine with our meal. Not that it would affect me, but we wolves typically stick with either sweet tea or water. Less sugar and better for us. It’s not that we’re super health conscious, but when your wolf feels good, you feel good. Wolves don’t need a ton of caffeine and sugar, so we typically don’t eat or drink it.

Angie says. I look across at the other pack members. There is one wolf who is solid black with white eyes. He is breathtaking. “Who is that?” I ask Angie. I keep staring at the beautiful creature across the water. I am completely mesmerized by him. It feels like I know him. “Girl, that is Erick; he is the Alpha’s son and our future Alpha,” Angie says. “He is yummy,” I say. “You should see him in human form. He is a deliciously dark treat. His skin is like a chocolate bar, and I would love to devour him whole,” Angie says.

"That I can't tell as I would expose whoever shared such secret, but what I can say is that whoever told me also explained that the high alpha has a tattoo on his chest of a wolf. I need you to lift up your shirt to make sure that I am talking to the right person." I could see Melchior's body tensing as he held a safe distance from the other guy. "How about you tell me your name first?" He said firmly, trying to make himself overpower the scientist whilst also trying to buy more time. "That is irrelevent," I heard him reply, raising his voice. "You are not the alpha, are you?" He continued. "Show me your tattoo." He leaned forward in the hopes of reaching Melchior, but he moved backwards, av

A few high-fived each other, and a few more took a swig from a flask. We watched each other curiously until the door swung open, and many men marched in, filling the space. They all stared at me, but no one approached. As everyone settled, the man in the cowboy hat who had transported me came to the podium, and the crowd hushed. His cowboy boots kicked my cage, trying to get a reaction out of me. “Gentlemen!” He bellowed over the crowd. “We have the white wolf!” The cheers and yells were deafening. “God is with us, giving us the power to eradicate the abominations that roam our world.”

Finally, the last wave consisting of elite werewolves of the Del Kingdom, attacked the city walls as they rode behind Melnyk the Conri, Zafira, and Peter the bulldog. Getting there, the sight of someone on the floor broke the heart of both Melnyk and Zafira, and it was Tyler that had a spear through his heart as he lay lifeless on the floor. Melnyk had grown fond of Tyler because of how close he was to Richard, now in the middle of this hiatus that was going on, Melnyk couldn't help but wonder how Richard would feel and cope with the loss of his beta, Tyler. Melnyk decided to channel his grief toward the humans that stood in front of him. He jumped down from his horse, changing into a gigant

“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.

Klondike tilts his head to the left looking at Sequoia and growls. Sequoia growls and looks at Klondike. Sandulf has killed two rogues, and he's looking at his friend's beautiful wolf. Roarke's wolf Toraka and Efrem's wolf Kaiser are also looking at the large white wolf with a gold Triquetra on her femur.

The animal was rolling around on his back on the lawn. "Oh my God!" Saffron screwed her eyes up as she remembered, "No, oh no!" She could never un-see. Jack Goldsmith full frontal- again. Fuuck! She covered her eyes as if that would prevent her from remembering his incredible body. Powerful muscular arms, a full washboard of eight abs, and a pronounced vee shape leading to — Well, she wouldn't think about that spectacular part of his body. The only penis she had seen in real life was Jack's and never in a dream come to that. So, she wasn't sure if it was stupendous or not. But she would give him the benefit of the doubt. What in the world brought that dream on, and how would she face him wit

I had hope that it wouldn't just happen now. But like every other year, at this point I would wish that my name wasn't my name. I would wish that I wasn't Allison Bush, the last air of the Bush who actually is the only one that turns into a full wolf on a full moon. I was trying to run from that and some other things.. But then again, you can't run away from yourself!!

“To the wolf who will always be someone to look up to and someone to strive to be like. We drink to you, my dear girl.” The Alpha King uncorked his bottle and took a swig from the bottle. As did everyone else. I smiled down at the 17 year Hibiki Japanese Whiskey. It was my favorite and something I had joked about with Aelia while she was serving some of her top shelf whiskey. Nate next to me had some Don Julio 1942. Noah cursed next to me and I looked at his bottle. Finn was trying not to laugh but was struggling. His bottle was of Monte Alban Mezcal. A tequila that was known for having a worm in it. Finally, Finn couldn’t hold it in and he snorted. I looked behind and Charles was also laugh