Waifus Novels & Stories

M. In the second picture, I'm staring at the whale that has paused to stare at me in the aquarium. I remembered this moment because it was the first time I'd taken off my jacket that day. My hair is flying around and the lights in the aquarium make it look like I'm in my own bubble, like the whale. I look at the caption. One word. U.

Shrugging she walked towards Liam but the beeps of her phone interrupted her and she quickly answered the call without bothering to look at the name. “Hello” “You have a lot of explaining to do Aura, why did you do that to Mr Jules?” She removed the phone from her ears and checked the name which turned out to be Bigfoot. “You don’t under Bigfoot, he tried to force himself on me and we didn’t have any discussion like that” She heard Bigfoot hiss, “I didn’t send you there to be an interpreter only aura, goddammit” he spat and she could feel shiver running through her spine.

I sighed and snuggled against him. "I will tell you every day for the rest of my life that you're beautiful if you want me to. Because I don't ever want you to doubt it." "But my wolf," I choked out. "Your wolf is amazing too. People just don't understand yet. But they will. Your wolf is special and I'm lucky as fuck that you're my wolf now too. Warriors try to make themselves look scary and intimidating by growling and baring their teeth. But you—you're already intimidating without even trying. You're absolutely perfect."

Alina smiled a little sadly: “I didn’t tell you about my gift. Although he is still very weak and I need to develop him for a long time and work with him, - she smiled shyly, and I leaned forward in impatient expectation: - Well, do not Tom! What's the gift? - Reading, - frowning, she hastily added: - Only I have some kind of defective or something ... - Alin, what is this gift? - I see auras not only werewolves, but also people. But I can only determine the essence, nature. - I do not understand you. You see the aura, but how do you define the essence?

Rufus spat with venom, his eyes a blaze in fury. Cain's gaze instantly flicked to Rufus, “Y-you can't do that! I'm Alpha Cain Wuffaman!” Rufus strode forwards, his face an inch from Cain's. “And I am High Lykos Alpha Rufus Farkasa!” Rufus roared “And after what I've heard today you do not deserve the Wuffaman name! Your father would have never stood for it!” Wade, Rufus's second in command appeared as if out of thin air and placed his hand on Rufus' shoulder. “Rufus, let him go,” he murmured far more calmly than any other male in the vicinity.

“Now you can see them. These are Fujin and Kazeshi.” “I still don’t see anything,” Califf complained. “Meaning?” Zarah looked at Califf. “They’re elemental werewolves. She’s fire and he’s air.”

Inviting Jason and his mate Thalia in, I politely asked her to take a seat. Thalia's presence brought a sense of calm to the room. Her confidence and poise were evident as she began to speak, elucidating the complexities surrounding Amara's true nature. I listened intently, absorbing each detail she shared, and it became clear that Amara was no ordinary wolf. She was a hybrid, a remarkable fusion of wolf and witch, destined for greatness if unbound appropriately.

The human figure strode forward with quiet authority, aura radiating the strength of a guardian. The five figures reached the base of the hill, and for the first time, the tribe could see them clearly. The wolves’ emerald eyes gleamed with intelligence and purpose, muscles coiled and ready as if every step carried a silent story of battles won. The dragon’s twilight scales shimmered in the sun, casting glints of purple and blue over the grass. The phoenix radiated warmth and light, its fiery plumage flickering like the first rays of dawn. And the human—tall, confident, and calm—walked with an aura that seemed to command both respect and admiration. Gasps rippled through the tribe. Even the c

“B-But… Why me? I am just an omega.” Alpha Jake glanced at Mara, sensing her uncertainty and the weight of the situation upon her shoulders. He spoke with a calm and reassuring tone, "Mara, in the eyes of the moon goddess, the status of an omega, beta, or alpha doesn't define one's worthiness. The moon goddess's choice is not based on societal ranks or hierarchies within the pack. It's about a deeper connection, a bond that goes beyond what we can see on the surface."

I grab it and check the screen. Kiki wants to FaceTime. I click accept as soon as I see the name. Kiki is what I call Kieran, my best friend since we started high school. We met as freshmen on our school’s soccer team, and I knew from the moment he opened his mouth that we’d get along. He’s this tiny half-Japanese kid with fluffy brown hair and more energy than a chihuahua with a chew toy. He’s barely grown since, but that just adds to his whole cute schtick – though it’s not as endearing as his smile. Kieran is always smiling, usually accompanied with a big, bubbly laugh that I would personally call a giggle.