Tequila Wolf Novels & Stories

His skin was almost as pale as mine, and it looked as smooth as silk. Then a moonbeam touched the trees and the top of the cliff. And my dirty blood allowed my eyes to see clearer, not only around me, but as far as the man in front of me, a hundred feet away. And my heart skipped a beat when I saw the subtle tattoo covering his back, light lines like drawn with silver ink: a cross and a crescent moon. I muffled a cry, because Teah had told me about that tattoo. That was no ordinary wolf: he was the Alpha.

Moon urged. "What is going to happen with this?" Rex asked a little nervous. "Your Wolf represents all your anger, your need for blood and violence. Wrapping in a ll up in a nice little bow, containing it is your human. Do you know your wolf's name?" Mook asked. "He has a name? I've always addressed him as Rex, as I do myself. " Rex looked at Moon confused. "Yes, your wolf has a name. Kit is the human, Singularis is his wolf. I am Moon and my Wolf is Krynn." Moon revealed.

"You won't deny that you know him..." - I do not know! Michael snapped back at him. “And I wouldn't want to know. - The wolf continued in a calmer tone, drinking a glass of strong drink in one gulp. "My pack leader's daughter." - Daughter! - Korotkov, in surprise, even forgot to take a sip from his glass, holding it by his face. - Daughter, son, what's the difference! - Waving his hand, Mikhail answered, pretending to have made a mistake with a drunken eye.

he asserted, then turned his entire body to me, and I realized that our knees were touching, and I didn't mind. “What is the first shift like?” I asked him bluntly and gazed into his eyes. “Painful, and you will need to be naked, or your wolf will be uncomfortable,” he said with a smirk. My exuberance faltered at that and I frowned as I reached out for the glass he held. “I will need more alcohol for that to happen, tequila takes this chick's clothes off… Do you have any?” I inquired and his brow furrowed in thought.

“ Two tequilas and a water! “ says Mell to the barman. The boy nods and goes to get what we ordered. I took the opportunity to observe the place. The walls were strange as they were not flat but had dents, but dents that seemed to be made from the outside. There were some strange symbols on some walls, I noticed a sculpture of a huge wolf at the other end. It was a black wolf and quite imposing. “ There's Elder," Mell tells me. I look around until I find him. He's in a corner surrounded by women, wearing black dress pants, black sneakers and a white dress shirt, but it had most of the buttons loose. His hair was half messed up and he was drinking while kissing a blonde girl's neck.

Raegan states and I sway still holding the bottle as the dress disappears and my clothes are returned. “Did you finish the liquor?” She says startled. “Yeah, why did you want some?” I say, giggling after. “That is made specifically for wolves, it helps us to get drunk it should’ve served 5 wolves.” She says in a shocked tone. “Well, it served one hellhound today,” I say, following it with laughter. Zek enters the room and helps me stand up as I continue laughing. I slightly stumble over my feet and let him guide me out of the building. He helps me onto the seat and I fall over, taking up the whole seat. I hear the door close as my eyes get heavy and threaten to close.

"Now, the next fight is between our Salisbury, champion, never defeated, Theo, alias, Rabid Wolf, and Eastern Plains's champion, Rocky!" The announcement shed some light on the man's identification. I figure that Theo is his name and Rabid Wolf his nickname. However, something strikes me as odd. The moment I draw closer to the cage, I can sense that he is a werewolf but his wolf has been suppressed for a while. Probably black magic or silver.

I focus a bit more and notice that one of the wolves is Sylas; he has to be fighting Laslo. Sylas is a huge gray wolf, bigger than Laslo’s white wolf. Laslo’s wolf is swiping at Sylas, and his claws connect here and there. Sylas twists his body and kicks Laslo’s wolf, sending it flying into a tree. Laslo’s wolf lays at the base of the tree, sprawled out. Sylas marches to the tree base and hovers over Laslo’s wolf, snarling and biting. His jaw reaches over and grabs at the white wolf’s neck.

Reyland replied evenly. “Hmph,” Dorien scoffed, turning from his brother and downing the rest of the beer. He belched loudly and gripped the edge of the island as he swayed lightly. It took something special to make a wolf tipsy. With their rapid metabolism and healing abilities, it was not an easy feat. Reyland’s beer was strong. Just half a bottle could make the most steady wolves unstable – whatever was in Reyland’s beer made wolves extra tipsy. Dorien stood and staggered forward. As he fell, Reyland grabbed for him. The young alpha pivoted slightly, snatched the blood in his brother’s hand, and took a swig, consuming a quarter of the content.

She stood still, trying to resist the force but it overwhelmed her and forced her to the ground. "Arrrhh!" She roared as she changed into a Witch-Wolf, as huge as a bear. She jumped around with force, sniffing around her. Some men were sitting at a corner, drinking from some bottles on the floor. They were speaking gibberish as they nodded their head from left to right in rhythm to music playing from a Small stereo. "What is that thing by the corner of the road?" One of them asked with squinting eyes, pointing at a creature by the road.