Wolf Ears And Tail Novels & Stories

Ten wolves shifted and lunged at each other. They were powerful, each one determined—but one caught my eye. A black wolf with a brown tail. His movements were calculated, and precise, unlike the others. Soon, eight were down. The two remaining were both black wolves—only one had a brown tail. They clashed, teeth snapping, blood flying. The crowd howled in wild support. It was brutal. Finally, the brown-tailed wolf fell. The other stood victorious. They shifted back to human form and bowed to me. I approached them.

he informed, the audible annoyance in his voice. Bianca crossed her arms under her chest and nodded firmly. "Of course, Maska is the most gorgeous of all! He has a gleaming and soft coat, and his fur is thick and smooth. And it's so silky; you'd think it was glowing in the light! Furthermore, He has the bushiest and most glorious tail in the universe. Whenever I saw his straight, pointed ears, I always had to force myself not to chew on them! Good thing I got warned he was a werewolf, or I can guarantee you I wouldn't have spared any of these wonders! And, did I tell you about his butt? He has the cuuuuutest butt in the entire universe. Same craziness as the ears! Every time he walked in fro

Then I opened my eyes again and found myself in front of a beautiful she Wolf. Her fur was pure white as the thick clouds of fog. And her eyes were shining blue, like two stars. Like me she had a scar. While mine was pinkish and looked hideous on my face. Her scar was covered with the silver fur that looked breathtaking when it glowed. Her tail was long and more puffy than any other wolf's tail. And her legs were long as well. She had a silver moon on her forehead, as the signature of being the honor of the Alpha.

He needed to be near her. Liv sucked in a breath when she saw the wolf slowly step from the trees. Damn! Apparently, she hadn't been dreaming. It was the same giant, white wolf with the ice blue eyes. She stood stock still watching the animal. He was simply stunning, like no other wolf she had ever seen. Pure white wolves were rare as their color made them easy to spot and they were often killed as pups. She didn't think she'd ever seen one in the wild. He wasn't albino though. He had black tips to his ears and his tail and an interesting pattern of swirls across his chest. Those intense blue eyes locked on hers as if he was trying to make up his mind about something. Instead of attacking or

My tail wagged as Eleanor took her first steps through the trees. Wait… I had a tail now! I wanted to look at it, so I urged my wolf to allow me to look at my tail. She did. I gaped at the fluffy white tail protruding from my behind. “Look, Elelanor! We have a white tail!” I exclaimed in excitement. I hadn’t seen a wolf with a white tail. Most of the wolves in our region were grey with a black-tipped tail, while alphas were usually black and huge. But a wolf with a fluffy white tail like mine was unheard of.

He stood up, turned around, and there it was. Crouched a few feet away from him was a large wolf, almost larger than him, an Alpha wolf. It was a female, that much he could smell. She had shining black fur, so black that she almost blended in with the night. The only thing that didn’t blend in were her eyes, a moon-shaped symbol in the center of her eyes and a streak that ran a straight line on her coat across her back from her head down to the tip of her tail. She had pitch-white, bottomless eyes. The symbol on her head was gold with a white outline, with the same color and outline on her back and her tail. The tip of her tail, however, was the same pitch black as her coat. She was unlike a

Was her final destination with these two creatures? Izabella gulped as she saw the creature's fangs begin to bare. Its distinguishing traits include almond-shaped eyes with corners that align with the ears' outer bases. The wolf's eyes are inclined to be slanted closer to the face. This oblique slant generates a 45-degree inclination in the front from the eyes to the ears. She took a leisurely, deep breath as she examined the beast's characteristics. She thought that she was about to be attacked by a wolf. But a sharp howl took his attention away.

"There is a rhythmic intruder in the bed." Fenris was sitting in a plush armchair by the hearth, nursing a cup of tea. He looked unfairly handsome in the morning light, his dark hair tousled and his amber eyes glowing with a suppressed, mischievous heat. He gestured vaguely toward her lower back. "It’s called a tail, Elara. Most wolves find them quite useful for balance. And, in your case, for telegraphing exactly how much you like the smell of breakfast."

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.

A low growl rumbled through the silence, reverberating in the chests of every wolf present. A moment later, a large wolf leaped from the center of the ritual circle, clearing it in a single jump. The wolf landed a few feet ahead with graceful ease, the lights catching the shimmer of its fur. The wolf preened, shifting slightly as if aware of the hundreds of eyes locked onto her. She was unlike anything they had ever seen before. Her coat was a rich, deep blue… almost black, but not quite. However, it was her eyes that were the most unusual.