Wolf Ears And Tail Novels & Stories

"Carson knows all of this. We talked about it. He said he understands why I don't want him to announce us yet. He said we can wait until I'm ready. Carson said he will help me with my wolf first." "It's possible that being mated and marked will help with your wolf." Mom said. My wolf started howling. I squeezed my eyes closed. 'Stop it!' I told her. 'Behave yourself.' 'NO!' She howled and started scratching at my mind. 'I won't submit. You can't force me to do anything.' She dug her claws into my mind. I felt a piercing pain in my head and fell to my knees. "Celia! Celia, what's wrong?" Mom asked sounding concerned. I felt her arms around my shoulders.

The wolf growled. “It is okay, Joel, He won't hurt me,” I tell Joel as the wolf approaches me and sits. His tail wraps around me. I am instantly relaxed. I rub my face in his fur and enjoy his warm. I feel safe, and I calm down. I am hit with the scent of sandalwood and citrus. Luka’s scent. “What?” I questioned out loud. I am his. He is mine. We are one. Like you and the white wolf. My eyes bug out of my head a bit. I want to ask questions.

The wolf's eyes gleamed with an ethereal intensity, shining like stars in the night sky. Its paws, massive and padded, ended in razor-sharp claws that sparkled with an unexpected touch of elegance – each claw was encircled by a delicate, shimmering ring, as if adorned by an otherworldly jeweler. A similar ring encircled its nose, adding an air of mystique to its already regal demeanor.

He nodded and returned to the crowd. I unwillingly agreed to my wolf and unbuttoned my shirt, disregarding the unmated girls' stares, and my wolf emerged rapidly. He swiftly stretched his arms and legs before pointing his snout to the sky in search of his mate. Then a familiar fragrance caught my attention, and my wolf dashed towards it. She was standing next to another she wolf. Her wolf has a hazelnut brown hue, and her tail was long and furry. 'Let's get her tail!' 'What!?'

- Go to sleep. After having dinner and taking a shower, I went into the bedroom. I had one bed, and Fox was already sleeping on it, curled up on the opposite edge. By the way, he fell asleep in his fox form, hanging his fluffy tail on the floor. It was a touching picture. So I wanted to touch his ears and tail. But I knew for myself that not everyone likes this. I didn't love! He considered it personal or even something intimate and inviolable. Yes, I also had such a form with a tail and ears, but it was not customary for wolves to flaunt it. Only in the circle of family and relatives.

Nikau's wolf form was a sight to behold. His fur was a rich, golden color that seemed to shimmer in the moonlight. He was lean and muscular, his legs ending in powerful paws with sharp claws that could easily tear through flesh. His tail was long and bushy, and his ears were tall and pointed. His eyes, once dull and filled with pain, now shone bright and alert. He was a magnificent creature, and I could not help but feel a sense of pride and gratitude to have him as my companion.

When I reached there, a gasp left my mouth as I saw her standing on her four legs, transformed into her unique wolf. Her wolf was half-white and half-black with two different colored eyes, one blue and one golden. Golden eyes on the black side and blue ones on the white side. There was a crescent moon on her forehead that shone brightly as a blue gleam had been coming out of her mark. Blue and golden aura has been coming out of her wolf's body.

I came out from behind the tree slowly, a bit shy. There he was in all his glory. I had never seen a wolf like him before. His fur was longer than any wolves I have seen before. His fur was black, but in the moonlight it held every color of the rainbow. His eyes were a dark silver, sparkling as they checked me out. Our wolves sniffed around one another, getting to know each other. His wolf seemed playful as he nipped at our heels. Talia's tail wagged happily as she got to know Reep.

He was answered with a violent growl and the sound of popping joints and breaking bones. Suddenly, with a final roar, the mound of fur seemed to explode, Thea’s presence disappeared completely, and a huge wolf stood before them. It shook out its silver-white coat. There were patches where the undercoat was black, right where the white patches were on the triplets’ wolves—the paws, tail, and chest. The eyes were black, not turquoise. Thea wasn’t in there. “Thea?” Conri said even though he knew he didn’t feel her anymore.

When I felt like I was being shoved off a ledge, I flipped them open and fell onto another plane. Above a dry riverbed at the outskirts of a parched valley of empty land, I hovered in midair overlooking a battle between wolves, but not just ordinary wolves. These wolves had a body hue of blue-black, a mane of white hair at the neck resembling a lion's, and a white-tipped tail. They were equine height and had insignias on their foreheads. A rose gold feather was on one of them. Where had I seen that before? I couldn't recall. So, I returned my focus to what was playing out before me.