Ugly Wolf Novels & Stories

"We won't! We're stuck and something bad is coming." Purple barked. Really loud. Then growled at something behind us. We turned around. There was a wolf there. Not a normal wolf. This one had purple eyes. And black stuff dripping from its mouth. And it smelled really really bad. "Shadow wolf," Devon whispered. The wolf took a step toward us. Its mouth opened and I saw too many teeth. Wrong teeth. Sharp and broken and gross. "What do we do?" I was shaking. "Use your purification power."

Stumbling through the entrance in a wobbly state, warped her surroundings once more and teleported her into her home, where she found a large wolf waiting. Ears perked up at her arrival and its gaze flicked to her as she fell over in surprise. The wolf was large, with glossy fur as black as the cosmos, a long, fluffy tail that swished to a steady rhythm, and eyes like glittering gold. It approached her lightly. Using its nose, it nudged her hand up to say she could touch. She hesitated, slightly recoiling in fear. The wolf closed its eyes in understanding and nuzzled her hand in encouragement. The softness of its fur soothed her instantly and it leaned into her touch before shifting into its

As they advanced, an aura of power and authority surrounded them, causing everyone who crossed their path to bow their heads in submission, an instinctive response to the supremacy they represented. Inside the clinic, the situation had worsened considerably since the last update. Lola lunged at a nurse with uncontrollable fury. Her eyes burned with intense rage, a demonstration of the savagery of her lupine instinct. Lola was a temperamental wolf, even more so when provoked, her fierce nature emerging, revealing the true predator beneath the surface.

Clara was confused. "Sometimes a wolf will leave his pack or get kicked out or get lost. When that happens they start to go mad. Their nature tells them to find another pack. They know they can't go back to their old one so they look for a new one, but by that time they're too far gone to join. They become a threat. They see members of a pack and become enraged with jealousy lashing out and attacking. They also have no fear of death, which makes them incredibly hard to kill." "That was what bit me?" Clara asked. "But why? I'm not a part of a pack."

She spoke excitedly and I smiled. It's hard to be sad or angry when I'm around her. "We do exist alright and we all live together in a pack headed by the Alpha." I replied. "So, do you like…..eat people? Can you turn into a wolf?" She asked and my smile turned into a frown. I had previously avoided speaking about my past because I didn't want to keep being reminded that I had lost the most important part of myself, my identity. I'm no longer a wolf. But I can't keep running from the truth forever, I just have to accept it and move forward somehow.

Joyce spit those words and pulled Anayka’s hands to get away from her. “She is a psychopath. How could someone like her be our Drake’s girlfriend? If you ever see her, stay away from her and do not talk to her,” Joyce puffed her in anger and whispered near Anayka’s ears. “Yes, a wolf can’t have a human girlfriend,” Anayka commented after hearing her words. Florence jumped in front of them and stopped them from going away. “Who said I am human? I am a wolf! Can’t you see?” Florence lifted her head and howled before Anayka to show that she was a wolf.

A massive, snarling wolf with dark, matted fur and eyes burning with an unnatural red glow. Rogues. It bypassed the warriors and launched itself directly at the small gathering around the grave. A desperate cry tore from my throat as I saw its path. It came straight for me.

"But if something still happens with Jaewan, I'm going to hold a grudge on you, and it won't be pretty." His warning was only answered with a scoff. What a shame. The next thing he knows, he's inside the werewolf's car. Which smells like a lot of axe spray mixed with toxic masculinity. There has to be a plastic bag somewhere in the compartment to throw up into. Werewolves are such pain in the asses.

Evely had a sentimental look on her face as she talked to Sophia, "Gosh! Let it go Sophia." "Don't start making those faces now and go read some books too." Sophia cut her off rapidly, trying not to break down. Sophia's hate for wolves was never a secret, everybody knew, her close friends, far friends, everyone knew, some said she was delusional, while others said she was mad, she was brave, lots of different comments. "I know this won't work, happy reading but I doubt you will ever find one." Evely said.