Wolf Kiss Novels & Stories

He was about to jump to eat me when I close my eyes and wait for my death sentence. A second ago when I don’t feel anything and I slowly open my eyes. I was just surprised that there was another wolf but he looked different than him. He fights with his fellow wolf. He has white fur all over his body, a little bigger than a black wolf, he has blue eyes but he also has sharp nails and fangs. The black wolf hit the white wolf with his talons that’s why the white wolf moves backward.

It contained everything a wolvire could do, in this case, of course, an ordinary wolvire. Hugo's temper tantrums when a passage in the book explains that Wolvire's wolf-form bite or scratch to a vampire is more deadly than the usual wolf-shifter bite. Vice versa, if Wolvire is in vampire form, then their bite at wolf-shifter will also be more deadly than ordinary vampires. However, that did not apply to the wolvire named Barbara.

Alpha Altan, ignoring Vladimir's words, looked at Zeta Eli in surprise at his question because, as far as he could remember, he hadn't mentioned it in front of anyone. Howl Wolf Vladimir has black hair and hazel brown eyes. His eyes are the most striking feature: golden irises, flecks of hazel brown embedded in his pupils. His nose is also very prominent, as are his chin and jawline - His wolf persona was a gift to him from the Goddess. "Your body smells like a vampire," he said, pouring some green-colored liquid into a bowl which the Alpha Altan finished in one breath. Today, I feel very strange about that dickhead," Alpha Altan said as he placed the cup back on the table.

The uncertainty gnawed at me. I flipped through the pages, absorbing every detail. The text described the white wolves' abilities in vivid detail: their capacity to heal wounds with a touch, to manipulate the elements, and to draw strength from the earth itself. These abilities were a direct gift from the moon goddess, who had created the white wolves to maintain balance and harmony in the world. The other wolves, lacking these divine gifts, grew resentful and ultimately conspired to wipe out the white wolves to eliminate the perceived threat to their own power.

But Valko paused when the smell of anise and cinnamon hit him. Velma grabbed his arm. “Are you alright brother?” “MATE!” Vik rumbled. Nobody but Velma heard him. “Who? Her?” Velma asked and Valko nodded his head. “She’s my mate. I can smell it now.” Valko began to walk up to the dancing couple when he saw Clarke crash her mouth onto Lazarus’s mouth. Valko’s wolf howled in his head and he growled. Velma had to hold him back before he could walk up and make a scene. “I’m gonna fuck that guy up.”

I was going to lose Lily, the only person who made living in this hellhole worthwhile. I’m going to lose her— “RAAAARRRGGHHHH!” A monstrous roar split through the night, something furious that seemed to make the ground tremble. The rogue wolf above me froze, fear creeping into his posture as he turned to know who it was. Varkos. Half-shifted into his Alpha form, his eyes gleaming red as rage rolled off him in waves so thick it felt like pressure against my skin. In a blur of speed, he slammed into the two rogues holding Lily, sending them flying across the field with brutal force.

She leaned down behind him to whisper in his ear, "Don't you want me?" Rhys remembered Guillame's descriptions of the Vlkolak women at the Wolf Moon, twenty times a cat in heat. He smiled as he felt her finger nails against his skin. His body was reacting to her attentions. He reached behind him and pulled her down, turning his head to meet her lips with his own. It was a heated kiss, not his usual Katy, but this wasn't a usual night. He had to remember that.

Zafira Nightvale POV "The first female wolf did what her rogue tail shouldn't have done, the second female wolf marched right where her paws shouldn't have stepped, and the third female wolf my golden eyes have never even looked at inside this territory!" Vickon Blackwynd growls real low to my face, his big chest moving up and down against the furs. "The very first female wolf who tried to claim my mating bond had bad thoughts in her brain because the Darkmere Crossing pack paid her pouch to steal our map secrets, but my claws caught her before she could touch the pack letters."

“I didn’t know.” “Know that you brought a bigoted murderess to our door?” Magnus spat at her. “I didn’t know.” She said softly and hung her head. “I think we are done with witch mentoring.” He took off his clothes and burst into his wolf. The giant black wolf with a white stripe on his chest bounded towards me, yipping. He sailed over me at the last moment, turning in play. My wolf engaged and began to run towards the back of the property. A run was exactly what I needed. The wicked witch was dead by her own dark magic. Dark magic that tried to kill me. The monsters that hide in plain sight are the scariest.

Tell her, Marcus thought, his chest tightening as he waited. “Oh yes. I find him fascinating.” She said, turning to look at him. “He is warm and brown. My favorite color. He is not my favorite species but… ” She shrugged. “He makes up for it, because he is extremely jealous, possessive, protective, and his temperament… I mean passion…I like the way he burns… with passion. It is inspiring.” His brothers tried to fight back their smiles, except for Saul. Zoila played along and chuckled. “He does look passionate,” she pretended not to understand the underlying meaning. “werewolf males are often passionate. It is what makes them special.”