Ugly Wolf Mga Nobela at Kwento

I ask, just as we hear the snarl and a huge black wolf tackles us to the ground. We begin fighting and I realize almost instantly that this is an Alpha wolf. But unlike most Alpha wolves, this wolf looks like a rogue. He doesn’t smell like a rogue, but he has huge swatches of his body that have no fur and he has deep scars across his face. This wolf is a fighter, and a survivor. Hera throws him off of us, turning on him. The hair on her back goes up, her head is down and a growl, just as menacing as his, erupts from her chest. This is our land, our people, and we will not allow him to hurt them.

“Your wolf is nothing like the ones the rest of us carry. She is the legendary White Wolf—a creature as breathtakingly beautiful as she is rare. However, her nature is a complex one; she is deeply shy, a trait she has carried through the ages,” Valerius explained, his voice resonant with the weight of his experience.

The female stared deadly at Ted and said, “Come over here, I’ll tell you.” Ted was already standing in front of her with his dagger still placed against her body. Upon hearing it, he smiled and said, “You still want me to get closer? If I get any closer, we’re going to have skin contact, do you plan to kiss me? Sadly, you’re too ugly and I’m not interested in you… Pft! You and vixens are both demons but they’re much prettier than you. Why do you look so ugly? You looked like a half-finished product from the assembly line.” The female wolf was furious when she heard that.

I slowly turned my head until I saw the huge wolf coming toward me, licking its lips. “Ahhh!” I screamed, but the wolf pounced on me, knocking me onto my back. The impact was hard, and I felt some pain in the affected area. The wolf was on top of me, and I couldn’t do anything. It sniffed my neck, ran its tongue along my nape, reaching my chest. With its paw, it tore my shirt, revealing just my bra. I quickly searched for a stake or something to defend myself. I found a stake nearby, but before I could hit the wolf, it gave one last growl and ran off. My chest was heaving rapidly; I thought the people in the lake would hear my scream and come help me, but they didn’t. When I got up as best I

The ugly wolf was strong but not the strongest because two minutes into the fight, Vlad had pinned him to the ground and pierced his neck with his sharp fangs leaving the other wolf whimpering on the ground. I should have run now that I had the chance but I couldn't. My feet stayed rooted to the spot, unable to move. I was mesmerized by how large and dangerous Vlad's wolf looked. Its white fur made it stand out and it had very piercing eyes that were bluer than when he was in his human form. The remaining rogues seeing that their leader had been defeated run off as fast as they could.

He’d saved me, turning into a monstrous, beautiful wolf to rip the man apart. I was grateful and relieved he saved me, but the sudden lust that filled me followed by the anger that I couldn’t escape him even in my dreams, made me confused. All I had been able to do was stare. His wolf wasn’t a typical wolf. It reminded me of a blue merle Australian Shepherd, but it was definitely a wolf. Its face mask was black, with stripes down his muzzle and cheek bones, while alternating patches of black, white, and grey littered the rest of its body. The only brown was a light brown and it was on his paws and heels like socks. Even covered in blood, his wolf’s beauty was entrancing.

My wolf ! Noooooo !

He was lethal— dangerous. My skin crawled. My anger stirred. An aggravated growl erupted from me as I tried communicating with him, but dark rage filled his crimson eyes. And I was too caught between making him submit to me, surrendering, or hurting him. But the look in those eyes was nothing empty and distant space. What shocked me the most was this wolf— he had hair loss and patches, fur was falling off on his eroding skin, and it smelled like a rotten corpse and dead from the inside like no soul was left in it. But each growl was filled with blistering anger and fueled rage.

However, his progress was halted when a massive wolf leapt in front of him, its jaws gaping and its eyes flashing with deadly intent. Alister's mind raced as he assessed the situation. The wolf was clearly a beta, but that didn't mean it wasn't a formidable opponent. Its black coat was mottled with patches of fiery red fur, which seemed to glow in the light of the moon. Alister could sense the raw power emanating from the creature, and he knew he would have to be quick and decisive if he wanted to take it down.

"It was fun watching you making a fool of yourself." I rolled my eyes, blocking him. That's the only thing I can do. I would've really punched him if he were a person. "That would be like punching yourself. Remember, we share the same body." I thought I blocked him. Guess I didn't. He owns my consciousness so... this wolf doesn't go by rules. I clapped hands to get their attention, "Alright, werewolves. I have something to tell you all." Janice gasped, "Wait, you really are constipated?"