Wolf Kissed Novels & Stories

He wishes he could tell her that she is his entire world now. Suddenly, a loud crack echoes from the forest—the sound of a breaking branch. Alaric’s ears snap back. He smells it instantly. Another wolf. A scout. He can't let them see her. Not yet. Alaric lets out a low, huffing breath against her hand, giving her one last "Wolf Kiss" of pressure. Then, he spins around and vanishes into the trees before she can even blink. Juniper stands alone in the garden, her hand still tingling.

His head was bent over me, breath trailing my lips and I itched for the taste, the urge to bite and nip at his offered flesh, marking it all with my scars grew strong. A smile blossomed on his face as he looked down at me and I couldn’t bear it anymore as I lifted my head to capture his lips in a kiss. I whimpered, furious yet curious as to why he denied me. “I think it worked actually.” He said and barely rational, I mumbled a “What?” There was a gravelly quality to my tone that shocked me. A huskiness that had not been present before. “Your wolf. She’s back. I think the ritual worked.”

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.

They never knew that Lucia here was a powerful witch cum wolf who had the power and ability to destroy them with just a thought in her heart. She was just learning to accept her powers so making a wrong move could be disastrous. He chuckled at he imagined their reactions when they ever heard of werewolf hearing. Jackson had gotten to the restaurant's main room and he walked up to Lucia, tickling her gently on the ribs. She bent slightly sideways in whatever side he tickled as she laughed hard. He continued tickling her as he could sense the sadness emanating from her as he appr6 her. Thanks to werewolf sense of smell.

She knew Sienna was shady anyway, I focused my rage on the meat to spare her pretty face. Werewolves? What the fuck! The only thing I heard about was Lycans and that Supreme Alpha. "The Supreme Alpha's return made quite an uproar but not as much as the sacrifice that survived." She took a pause, "Paint me surprised when I took a close look at the scratch marks and your insatiable hunger—" Before she could spout another word, I interrupted her, "What are you?" "A witch." Somehow I don't doubt that.

I lashed out, scratching down the face of one of the wolves as they tried to move in for my throat, sending them sprawling back into the dirt with a yowl of pain. I ducked to the side of the darkest wolf, narrowly missing their teeth and slashing my nails along their side, ripping the skin open. The scent of blood permeated the air, thickening it and encouraging my wolf further. Adrenaline rushed through my body, and my vision seemed to clear and slow, zooming in as the smallest wolf slipped from the group. A deep growl ripped from my throat as the female rogue made their way for the house quickly, limping from a bite I had managed to land on their front leg.

Suddenly, the world faded away and I was in a field with wildflowers, and two wolves were laying in the tall grass by my side. *** Sometime during the course of the night, strong arms slid slowly around my waist and then planted a kiss on my neck as he slid in next to me under the covers. "Kalyssa," Elias whispered, pressing his length eagerly against me from behind. "Kalyssa...." I turned over in his arms and his lips pressed hard against mine in a luscious kiss. "Wow," I breathed against his lips. "This is a great wakeup call." I ran my fingers through his blond hair and pulled his lips back down to mine, opening my mouth slightly to take him in.

It always wants to go ahead and tear her. Selina smiled proudly. She reached out and stroked the large wolf fur beside her. It has smooth black fur, and its yellow eyes are somewhat cold, but when being rubbed by Selina, it retracts its combative evil. "Windy, you take care of her." “Guru!” After a loud howl, only the gray-haired wolf named Windy was relieved to use his sharp claws to kill Orla. Orla only had time to scream, and then there was silence.

"It's easier when you have someone by your side." "I know." He leaned forward and kissed me lightly. "We got you. Husk will come around." But would he? I'd never met a man or wolf as stubborn. I leaned forward, resting my hand on Winter's cheek. "I'm glad I have you." Winter's smile widened and he kissed me again, the kiss turning hungry, hard, and possessive. He slid his hand to the back of my neck, holding me in place. "Mmm." I moaned into his mouth, accepting his kiss and his hold on me.

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.”