Wolf Con F Novels & Stories

Cole nodded, his eyes never leaving Karen's sleeping face. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Karen snuggled close to her wolf. He was always there for her, always making her feel good. He was laying on his side breathing in an even rhythm with hers. Her head was on his chest. She reached a hand to stroke his soft fur. She could hear a pleasurable grumble from him and grinned to herself. She kept petting him slowly, and turned over, facing his stomach now. She could see the pink tip of his cock poking out as it hardened. She wondered. She leaned forward and flicked out her tongue at the tip. Her wolf gave a short growl. She gently took his prepuce in her hand and pulled it back, showing more of his cock, h

Mate! My wolf growled excitedly as I alighted from the vehicle. He stood at the entrance of the packhouse, his presence was impossible to ignore. My heart beat faster as I alighted the car and walked towards him. His scent is clean and sharp, like a crisp pine forest after a fresh rain. It carries the tang of cedar and the faintest hint of smoky embers, grounding him in strength and authority. It’s the scent of the wilderness—untamed, but with an underlying control that mirrors his dominant nature. Whenever I catch his scent, it brings a sense of stability and protection, yet with a dangerous edge that keeps me on high alert.

What they see makes them pause, disbelief seizing their faces. Oto, the large, dark-furred wolf, growls fiercely at the Major Archon. His eyes gleam with a wild, defiant light. His jaws are open, displaying his sharp fangs in a clear sign of rejection. The Major Archon attempts to connect with him, but Oto resists. His growl intensifies, a sound that reverberates in the air, full of challenge and defiance.

I felt a drop of something fall on my exposed shoulder. I touched it and saw what it was; slobber. As I looked up I saw the red colored collar that was around the wolf that was still in its cage. The tag for this behemoth said Eyolf which was Lucky Wolf in Norwegian. If I survived this Elijah and I would have a long talk about his definition of “dogs.” As Connor made another lunged for me I felt my wolf claw her way to the surface. I complied as I felt my skin crawl and my nails extend to claws.

The fur that adorned my wolf's form was not just any color—it was a pure, pristine white. Whispers rippled through the pack, carried on the wind like a sacred secret revealed. The legend of the white wolf echoed in their murmurs, a tale passed down through generations. It was said that a white wolf possessed a unique power, a healing ability that transcended the bounds of ordinary werewolves. They were believed to be chosen, destined to bring solace and aid to those in need.

They showed up an hour after Lexi called them but they did come shocking my pack to see a pack of wolves walking through the pack lands. Anyway, Lexi wanted to stop by this specialty pet store that makes all natural treats and picked up some venison jerky. Only the best for her babies Lexi says and the venison is close to what they would get in the wild. And the wolves love the stuff. We were headed back to our cars when suddenly Lexi stopped and growled. She was looking at a shop in front of us. Or more like it past the shop. I was trying to see what she is seeing or smelling because she is sniffing the air as well. “ Lexi?” I asked. “ Vampires.” she states pointing towards the shop in fron

She gave me a grateful smile and sat down, turning around to face me. “So, did you find it easy to get here?” “I did, thank you very much.” She looked at Margery and her expression changed. It was as if she was wary of her presence. I didn’t understand. If they were all part of the pack, why don’t they get along? ‘Because Margery is not a wolf. She’s a witch and it’s rare to have a witch in a pack. By the way, your friend Connor, he is also not a wolf. He’s human,’ Louve cleared out.

Gerwulf yelped, holding his arm up in defense trying to protect himself from more blows. Hylda attacked him, slashing the air like a mad woman. Eloise finally found the opportunity, biting Delmar's hand hard and screaming for Gerwulf to run. At her words, his head snapped to the side, their eyes locking. Both of them stood as if time had stopped, Eloise unable to understand what was happening as he began running towards her. An earth shaking howl erupted from him, causing crowd goers to fall and drums to tip over. Even Hylda and Finn held their ears in pain. Gerwulf jumped, transforming as if he'd done it his entire life. A large blood red wolf with piercing amber eyes emerging as it barrele

The rough, yet soft and warm tongue of the wolf licked the mark of her teeth, collecting the blood that moved through her scarred skin, healing the wound in its wake. A few minutes later he raised his head. His orbs had returned to their usual color and they were looking at her again with their serious face. Jade in a way liked that he was out of control, that way the wolf was more honest with her emotions. That face she couldn't read now, it was hard to know what was running through Vladek's mind. They stared at each other for a few seconds and the wolf's head lowered and he licked the injured lip carefully and then hugged her, burying his nose in her hair. He caressed her back, smoothing t

Caitlin's gloves were ripped off and stuffed into Cody's coat pocket. The wolf's fur bristled, his ears erect, angrily glaring her down. She prayed she could smell him and recognize him before he attacked and killed her. He sneered as his lips curled back, revealing his lethal teeth. She struggled with the coat's buttons. He was waiting for her to shift, like a wolf-vs-wolf battle. Some sort of competition. Bastard.