Wolf Cut Perm Male Novels & Stories

" Two men, one tall and one short, stood in front of the door. The light bounced back so Lily couldn't see the faces of the two men clearly. The guy Lily was going to marry was probably the tall guy standing in the middle of that door. He wears a black suit, his hair is tied in a ponytail, his body is well proportioned. But for some reason, his whole body exuded a coldness that made everyone around him feel fear and submission. In particular, on his hand there is a very prominent red necklace, because there is also a rather large gold wolf attached.

I swallowed, "you're my last resort coz you have information that I don't. I honestly don't know what to do. Please help clarify somethings to me." 'you have a minute before they realize you called.' "there has been Wolf attacks here.. I don't know if it's them... But I had a connection with one.. Strangely the same connection I have with a girl.. She's human... I don't know what this means. Can one person have two mates?" 'if there has been wolf attacks why are you still even there?' I swallowed, shit! I should have known he will ask this. "because they happened before I got here. So they had nothing to do with me."

The wolf skids to a stop, frozen in his place, ears twitching, and nose lifted, scenting the air. He shifts and now I’m looking at a young man. His hair is a very dark blonde or light brown, I can’t tell for sure, but it’s a bit longer. It hangs down over his ears, and the back barely brushes the collar of his shirt. I can’t be certain because the wind is whipping his hair back and forth around his face, but it looks like his hair is thick and wavy.

But I ignored everyone and continued emitting my pheromones. I don’t know who it was specifically, but three male wolves tried to grab me away from her. Although I just shook them all off, and because I was so furious at them disturbing me.. It threw them off guard and sent them flying to either the ground, a bush, or a tree trunk. “He’s so stubborn.” “He’ll eventually pass out at this rate.” “I just saw him again after quite a while, and he’s this vulnerable. What a sight!” I didn’t hear what the fuck they’re babbling about because my vision’s getting darker and darker every second that passes by.

Of course he guessed it could be worse if he hadn't gotten them. Alistair stood at the front of the room. His face was gaunt and his eyes were sunken. The lack of sleep was obvious to all. He knew they were wondering how much longer he'd be able to function. He wondered the same. He took a breath, squared his shoulders, and tried to regain some of his composure. "Xylon and his scientists were successful in finding a way to turn off the Dire Wolf gene." "Thank God for that!" Owen McDonald had a relieved look on his face. "Will we be able to use this on any Werewolf that carries the gene?" He looked at Xylon.

I was drawn to him with an inexplicable force that made my heart stumble. He stepped closer, lowering himself to my height. A fleeting smile ghosted across his lips. “So you’re the girl hiding in the woods,” he said, his voice low and rasped. “I’ve heard the rumors, the black wolf that haunts the full moon.” I said nothing. My voice unused for years, maybe I've forgotten how to speak. I only stared. “No need to fear, my dear,” he murmured. “While they see disaster, I see potential. I am Alpha Xareth Morryn. Alpha of Crimson Dusk.”

Alpha Wulfrun added albeit solemnly. Like the rest of the men in the pack, he also was big, tall, and muscular. He had ocean-blue eyes with a ring of glowing grey around his irises and grew a beard that was braided like his long hair. Unlike the other pack members that looked more like the really buffed versions of Native American men, he looked more like a Viking warrior and it was evident from the base of his neck and his arms that his entire torso was inked. Cole thought the two alphas like Xavier carried an aura of someone powerful and to be feared.

Everyone stills, yearned to see their killer with their own eyes. And see the Irony. It was the sight of the most beautiful wolf they had ever seen. His bones starts shifting. The bloody torn clothes he wore, getting ripped off. To take form into a shining black wolf, triple a normal wolves size. Eyes silver, fur black and claws even darker. " Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr" He roars again. His eyes only fixed at Elora. And next anyone knows. He enters into a sprint and within seconds at a lightning speed.

I gazed at him with a hostile look. I wouldn't deny it but this Zen guy is truly phenomenal. He was in his human form. His hair was of the color of snow and his eyes were arctic blue. He had long temples and very tantalizing lips. His voice was deep, serene, and alluring. He wore a long, dark coat and had a wolf-fang piercing that was dangling on his right ear. His skin was a little bit tanned and he had that sexy scar on his neck. Wait, did I say sexy?

But oddly, they didn’t. Instead, the men all bowed their heads in submission. As the wolf stepped off the man, shifting without a thought to his nudity. He was tall, wiry but certainly muscular with almond skin, rich curly black hair, an electric blue mohawk, and a rectangular face with deep sapphire blue eyes. I kept my eyes on his face, still ready for a fight.