What Is Wolf Like Me About Novels & Stories

"Dumb ripped my shorts off me and started pushing up my sweatshirt and was groping me. Dirty unbuttoned his pants and told me to open my mouth. Dumb got really excited and grabbed me by my hair and pulled me off the ground. He said open wide you're gonna get a mouthful. Dirty shoved his dick in my mouth. Something inside me snapped a d I screamed No in my head and I bit down as hard as I could and ground my teeth together. I felt his skin break and tasted blood so I jerked back my head and felt his dick go limp and a chunk was in my mouth. I spit it out and said 'Who else wants to be dickless?' I was furious that they wanted to rape me and so was my wolf." "My wolf said 'Celly, let me have c

"What do you mean, make me angry? How is that supposed to help?" "You are a naturally nice person who doesn't like conflict, so it only makes sense that your wolf be the opposite of that." He almost looked excited that he had maybe worked out a way to tap into my wolf. I couldn't help but feel he was mainly doing this in the hope that my wolf would return and still be mated to him. "I'm tired. I don't want to do this anymore; I just want to go back inside," I lied. I didn't want to go back inside; I just didn't want to be out here trying to unlock something inside me that I'm not sure if I wanted unlocked.

That’s when she yelled after me, “You’re worthless! Yeah, you’ve got curves and big boobs, but you’re still the wolfless bride! The king will never crown you queen. My father says it’s against the law. Can’t wait till his little cover-up around you shatters and you go back to being the whiny, snot-nosed crybaby servant we all know!” The words bounced off me like I had invisible armor on. I didn’t even flinch. But one thing stuck. Wolfless. Everyone here had a wolf. Power. Strength. Freedom. They all had this super cool ability to heal. I wanted that. I turned back slowly and walked right up to her. Close. So only she could hear. She flinched, but still held her ground. “Where do I go to find

The wolf in me growls possessively. She looks like she should be mine.

Something inside of me ignited since I met her. I kind of know what this is about. “You're not me, but you're part of me, You live in my head, and you look like me. Are you my wolf?” Her answer didn’t come in the form of words. She shifted to a huge brown animal - a wolf. She then moved toward me, and in no time, I found myself doing the same. I touched the head of the Wolf with my hand, and a massive amount of power ignited out of the creature.

Normally, it would have worked, but it feels like my soul is detached from my body. “There is more to what you see on the surface and I warned you, but you wouldn’t listen. Werewolves aren’t humans and you shouldn’t joke with a lot. We have hurt Kiara and Bailey, and…” “Oh, shut up!” I groan at my wolf, gulping down the entire content which burns my throat. I try to act like I’m fine in this club filled with people, but I’m not. “You know what? I need a good girl,” I say to my wolf, standing up from the bar stool.

He rejected us remember? ‘I sometimes think you're dumb.’ ‘Hey that hurts.’ ‘No, I'm speaking the truth. Have you ever looked at that man longer than two seconds before? He looks at you like he wants to fuck you on the spot in front of everyone.’ My wolf was behaving like a bitch in heat. She has been my safe space all this years. She was literally the bestie I never had in real life. Was it possible for your wolf to have more humor than you. Well for me, it was. She behaved like a being on her own.

I suddenly realized that I was actually gazing at a Wolf and not a werewolf. "Stop on her. Rafa yelled, running up to us but failing to get the Wolf off of me. "Get the fuck off her!" The Wolf was the same size as a werewolf, but I couldn't tell because of his darker, savage eyes or lack of humanity. I suddenly realized that one of the Yellowstone Wolves was standing on top of me. My thoughts kept returning to Levi's words: "He went full Wolf, he lost his humanity."

I have only ever heard stories from my seniors of werewolf's being able to stand on two legs, I thought it was just a myth considering I've been a werewolf hunter for so long, killed hundreds of wolves and has never seen one this big. This must be what they call a hybrid wolf, a wolf much more ruthless than an alpha. During all that was happening I somehow notice that he or it was gorgeous. The kind of beauty that shouldn't belong to something so deadly. And yet, as he turned to look at me, there was no cruelty there. Only concern.

I stared at each line, each word, the important thing was that if I missed a word, it would be like a butterfly effect. Humans are sentimental species, easy to like and hate a person's word, easy to be mentally broken because of an evaluation, also easy to believe a stranger's words and trust that through appearance, a greedy species and most brutal. Werewolves, almost all of them short-tempered and irritable, are also very sensitive; what makes them different is their sincere heart, their heart only opens once in a lifetime. If the wolf mate dies, the wolf will die too, they are not greedy like humans.