Wolf Hoodie With Ears Novels & Stories

At least, in her own perception. Elowen glanced down. Her hoodie was unadorned, black, and frayed thin at the cuffs. Not fashionable, not labeled, not curated. Clean. Known. Hers. It wasn't attempting to impress. No logo screamed for attention. No aesthetic pleaded for approval. It simply was. That, for some reason, made it a target. She shut her locker softly, the metal door closing with a soft clank—such as a held breath being let out. “It’s just a hoodie,” she whispered, her voice low, nearly lost in the noise.

"Wear these. I'm gonna go to the bathroom." And with that he was out the door. I looked at the hoodie. It was grey and had 'Aaron Walker' written in black font at the back. I sighed before throwing my old clothes and putting the new ones on. I laughed when the shorts looked like three quarter pyjamas due to the height difference.

I was knee-deep in my wardrobe chaos, tossing shirts and hoodies over my shoulder as I tried to decide what to wear. The first day of senior year. My last year in high school. Crazy, right? I already knew what I wanted though — my favorite black hoodie. The one with “Elian” printed across the back in bold white letters, like it had something to prove. I paired it with ripped-free black jeans, clean sneakers, and my head warmer. All black and red, obviously.

I gulped my anxiety clutching on the stick of my floss as the familiar voice hit my ear drums! They wore their bully gang's hoodie they had designed for their Wild Wolves Gang. Dark blue galaxy kind of hoodie with a wolves deadly picture imprinted on it in the centre and the name of their gang written in the extreme centre with a bold lining in blood red aggressive font. I took few steps back trying to make a way out of this mess. They only wore this hoodie when they decided onto doing something real worst! And now the worst was for me! Shit Valen, you should not have messed with them!

She is older than I am by at least ten years that much I can tell but it isn't her age that prevents me from looking away. Her hair is short, and the sides and back are shaved clean. The rest of her hair is tied up in a little ponytail. She has some piercings on her face, one on her left eyebrow, three on her right ear, one on her left, and a lip ring. She is wearing a sleeveless hoodie with loose pants and a pair of sneakers. Her left hand is covered in a sleeve tattoo that stopped at her wrist. I can’t really make out the drawing but I can see the slight outline of a wolf.

I was still in thought when I heard the clicking sound of the door, I closed my eyes immediately, From the corners of my eyes, a huge figure walked in, I became still immediately as this person has never visited me before, the person was wearing a black hoodie which covered his head, he was putting on a face mask and only his eyes could be seen, he looked so dangerous even without seeing his real face,

Whatever that had been left of my life has been ripped from me. “Take off your hood,” I wipe my tears, angrily. “You burned my home. The least you can do is show me your face and stop hiding behind a hood!” He pushes back his hood, revealing a beautiful face that looks straight out of a fairytale. Sharp delicate features, pale blue eyes, silver hair and pointed ears, he looks ethereal. “W-Who are you?” I look over my shoulder at his two companions and they too have removed their hoods. They all have the same pale blue eyes, silver hair and pointed ears, but while their features are also beautiful, they are different. It’s easy to tell them apart from just their features.

It fit perfectly. “Perfect fit,” I said. He turned his wrist, inspecting it, “Thank you, Jay.” “You’re welcome.” I smiled, feeling warm all over. “Wait… I got other stuff too.” He arched his brow. “Oh?” I reached into one of the other bags and pulled out the crocs, “For both of us too.” He took it without speaking, eyes never leaving mine. “Another one,” I announced as I pulled out a hoodie. Midnight gray, and soft as sin, with a stitched silver wolf emblem on the back.

Finally, they stopped at her door, and I heard the lock disengage. I was sitting cross-legged on the bed in her oversized hoodie, the sleeves swallowing my hands. This was not a women’s hoodie. I design clothes, and I know the difference between something intended for a woman and something designed for a man. This was a man’s hoodie. Maybe Makayla just liked it enough to buy it from the men’s side of a store since I at least knew it didn’t belong to an ex-boyfriend. The fabric still smelled like her skin—warm and electric, edged with cedar and storm—and I’d clung to it like a lifeline while she was gone. Pockets stirred from his spot beside me, ears twitching, tail giving one hopeful thump a

“Please, can’t you just show me your face?” There was a pause. “If I do, will you stop crying?” “Yes.” The man lets out a sigh. “Alright. But do not freak out when you do.” He says and waited for me to nod my head before he pulled his hoodie down. I gasped. The man in front of me was like someone from television. Clear skin, sharp jaw, angular nose, even when he has a scar he was clearly good looking. The only thing that was out of place was his ears. They were sharp and pointed.