Tequila Wolf Novels & Stories

She nods in agreeance. A waitress appears in front of us, Lyric holds up two fingers and I can just make out her asking for two silver bombs. A harsh drink of tequila, lemon, and concentrated wolfsbane, a way to intoxicate shifters quickly and subdue your spirit animal without actually putting them to sleep. “A few drinks, just so we can gauge the atmosphere. So people think we are here for a good time. Then I will make a move upstairs.” She tells me, leaning into me and surrounding me with her enticing scent.

“Girls only!” We laugh at the expressions of dismay. “It’s not like you would really want to do this, anyway. Everything smells like flowers and perfume,” I try to console them. Just then, a male wolf with two large, insulated rolling suitcases steps off the elevator and into the waiting area. His shirt reads “Beefy Bartenders,” though calling it a shirt is a bit of a stretch. It’s more of a scrap of cloth painted onto his pecs. The tight and tiny biker shorts do nothing to hide the wolf’s ample assets.

howling from the wolves. "Shit," Tate hissed. "Well, that's our alphaAlpha." The muscular, tanned wolf came in banging his chest, howling. Trailing behind him was his beta and other warriors that had drinks beforehand. They praised him as 'Krawl' began spouting nonsense and talking in the third person. "Krawl is ready to party!" More cheers from wolves came about, the music turned up louder, and the beat so hard one could feel it in your chest.

My wolf ! Noooooo !

feeling. I'm beginning to panic. I can't wrap my mind around how I could be a wolf! How is this possible? I ask myself out loud as I'm pacing the yard. I feel that same feeling; my eyes are burning, my heart is beating fast, and my fingers are hurting this time more than the first time, causing me to scream so loud that my sisters come running outside. I'm now at my knees, holding my eyes shut and my hands in the pockets of my hoodie. They get to my side asking what's wrong, trying to help me up in trying to hide what's happening to me, but the pain is so intense I can't fight it monaye grabs my left hand out of my pocket when I fall over in intense pain she looks at my hand and drops it qu

The wolf goes from attack to submissive more than once which showed us that he doesn’t want to fight but Yanik is making him do it. The wolf turns and looks at me and it’s left eye is tar black while the other is brown, this guy has been cursed ( Kavi, charge him and hold him around his neck so he’d submit I need to get his eye ) < his eye? What on earth for? > ( his left eye has a curse which is probably why he’s the way he is, just make him submit but don’t kill him )

Theon could heard the sounds of her body adjusting and bending into place and see her shadow changing. But he wasn’t seeing the small scrawny Omega wolf of Naomi’s childhood. When she stepped out from behind the screen the Alpha family all gasped loudly. “Fucking hell” was all Theon could say. Naomi padded over to him and did a little twirl around before sitting on her back paws in front of him. He had heard of the legend of silver wolfs but he had never believed he would see one but there she was. The woman who kept getting better in his eyes was stood in front of him a huge she-wolf with glistening silver fur and shiny blue eyes. He swore if a wolf could look smug Naomis was doing it.

Perla's gravelly voice brought her back from her fleeting memories. "Saul and Thiago were brothers that fought for the rights to be Alpha of the first White Creek pack" Perla sipped her coffee before continuing the story. Nueva listened eagerly to the details as she puzzled the pictures she had seen in the book together with the story, inside her head. "I saw a white wolf in the book is that my Eira?" Nueva interrupted Perla's storytelling. "Well, yes and no. We don't know enough about the Ice wolf to know if there is more than one." Perla tried to explain.

"Turn? What are you saying?" "Ah, so that boyfriend you are with tonight is keeping you in the dark. Figures, since you are not marked. He must not be serious about you. Born wolf shifters may not continue forever, but science will ensure that they do." A small box in his hand revealed a syringe, filled with a glowing, blue liquid. "Now, let us not make this difficult," he said, voice soft but his eyes were reflective, the eyes of a wolf. They lunged at the same time; her towards the box and he towards her. She screamed when he grazed her arm, just out of reach. Using an old desk as a barrier, she managed to get behind it and hold an old candleholder out in front of her.