Wolf Kiss Novels & Stories

His wolf growled in satisfaction, a deep rumble that vibrated through his chest and into mine. For a moment, I froze, caught off guard by the intensity. But then I gave in, allowing my wolf to rise to the surface. My fingers fisted in his hair, pulling him closer as I kissed him back with just as much fervor. My wolf howled, her triumph palpable. Revenge tasted sweeter than I imagined. The kiss deepened, and for a fleeting moment, I felt his walls crumble. Alaric was losing himself, consumed by the need coursing between us. He was mine, at least for now.

Within seconds, we were all in our wolf forms. My wolf form was snow white with ice blue eyes—a legacy of the Moonwhisper Pack bloodline. Kaelos was a jet black wolf with amber eyes that glowed like fire. We were ready. And then they came. Viktor's forces emerged from the trees like a dark wave. In their midst, I saw Viktor in the form of a large silver wolf with a scar over his eye—the result of a previous battle. For a moment, everyone froze. Then, Viktor howled—a long, defiant sound that echoed through the valley.

her wolf answered. There are traces of fatigue on her face. She tried to stand up again, and this time she did it successfully. When Cassandra looked around, she saw that they were only three remained in the ring. Two werewolves and one vampire. Slowly, she walked towards them. The black wolf glanced at her and nodded his head, which Cassandra did the same. They started circling their prey. With the black wolf's signal, they attacked the vampire. Cassandra jumped on his right while the black one jumped on his left. She got punched, but the vampire couldn't dodge the black wolf's bite. It gave him a fatal blow. The vampire tried to stand, but he had no strength left. Slowly the mark disappear

Since the war, there has been nothing else mentioned in our history books. “Well, hundreds of years ago, if not more, wolves and witches used to be allies. We helped them and they helped us. That was until a newly shifted wolf had lost control over his wolf, resulting in accidentally killing a child of a witch. Both witches and wolves have a weakness against each other. For wolves, we are defenseless against witches in our wolf form but immune to their magic in our human form. For the witches, one single bite from a wolf is fatal.” Eric answered, keeping his eyes on the road. “How are wolves immune to a witch in human form?” I asked, not understanding how that was even possible.

Opening the door just as I stepped before it, Zaika was grinning at me. "Come in and tell me about this Vossler guy again," he said softly. Narrowing my eyes at his jest I exhaled in frustration. "I have explained this many times. Vossler is one of the original Dire Wolf kings and the last one still alive of the throuple between Madeline and the vampire Greyson. Our father is one of his descendants," I stated in exasperation. Laughing lightly, Zaika put his arm around my shoulders and led me to his balcony.

Then three more, one after the other, not bowing exactly but dropping their chins and pulling their ears back, the involuntary submission response of a wolf encountering something its body recognized as fundamentally above it on a scale it had no category for. Voss was still fighting Kael. He was the only one still moving, because Voss was the kind of wolf who would fight gravity if gravity looked at him wrong. But even he was slower now, distracted, one eye tracking me despite himself. Kael used it. He drove Voss into the stone wall of the ruins with his full weight and the crack of impact echoed across the field and Voss went down and stayed there. I moved through the remaining wolves in u

she whispers persuasively, ready for the whole of me. Her words ignite something primal within me. I press my lips to hers, my eyes gleaming red. I release my werewolf form, but I don’t completely shift into a wolf. My wolf teeth elongate, hair sprouts across my face, and claws emerge from my hands as Kris takes over, eager to claim his mate fully. Finally, we give in. I grunt, driving harder and faster into her as she moans loudly in pleasure and pain, tears streaming down her cheeks. But we only go faster, reveling in the euphoria of our fulfilled desire. She touches me, but I grip her hand, pinning it above her head as Kris grunts in pleasure, savoring the moment. Wolves crave two things:

Feral wolves who attack without a reason or prior warning. I turned towards the forest,my eyes searching for Alexander. As I ran towards the fray,a chilling realization stopped me cold. The howls weren't random. They were organized. When I reached the border,a wolf caught my attention,his fur was as dark as night,and eyes as crimson as blood. A voice echoed in my mind,deep and unfamiliar. “Finally. It's time Lea,you can't run anymore.”

The muzzle of the wolf, grinning and splashing with saliva, clicked in the face of the man, while Ar chuckled contentedly, throwing off his turn. - Well, shall we dance? - mocking, repeated the words of Mark. “Let’s dance,” Mark repeated, stretching his lips into a bloody smile. Arnar sensed the approaching danger from behind and heard Vitali's cry: - Behind! — Violating the order to stay in the territory, he rushed to the rescue. The werewolf flew off, slamming like a stone wall into the body of the High Vampire that appeared out of nowhere. A sweetish aroma enveloped Arnar and forced him to exhale convulsively from the pain spreading in his back.

I had hope that it wouldn't just happen now. But like every other year, at this point I would wish that my name wasn't my name. I would wish that I wasn't Allison Bush, the last air of the Bush who actually is the only one that turns into a full wolf on a full moon. I was trying to run from that and some other things.. But then again, you can't run away from yourself!!