Wolf Kissed Novels & Stories

All I can think about all through our conversation is this one question that has been on my mind all day, I've been dying to ask her this one thing… i knew i just had to. She refuses to believe me when I tell her she's a wolf and also refuses to accept her true nature. I guess I just have to show her. I let Venom take over briefly, revealing my other side to her. I could feel the fear emanating from her as she whimpered backwards. I held her gaze as I drew closer to her, unrelenting, deteremined to show her what i wanted her to see and tell her what i needed her to hear. I bent slowly to meet her gaze, how beautiful she looked so up close. Touching her face, I took it all into my hands, inha

My heart was beginning to thump. Hurt me? "Continue, let's hear it" I muttered. "The thing mum was holding was zendaya's wolf" she paused. What? Does she have a wolf? I thought she was wolfless" I asked, dumbfounded. Yes, she does have a wolf. A powerful one at that. Mum and Dad locked it away. Actually, mum forced Dad to do so. "But how? Is it possible to lock someone's wolf?" I asked, confused. "Yes, through the help of a witch" she explained and I nodded.

And they were all looking at Viktor with something that looked very much like rage. "What did you do?" he whispered. "I showed them the truth." I smiled—my mother's smile, the Moon Priestess's smile, the smile of every hybrid who'd ever been underestimated. "Now they know who really enslaved them. Who really tortured them. Who really deserves their loyalty." The wolves howled—one voice, twenty-three throats, a sound that shook the mountains. Viktor ran. He actually turned and ran, his ancient vampire speed carrying him toward the forest. But he didn't get far. The wolves—freed from their chains by Caspian's blade—were faster. They surrounded him, not attacking, just... waiting.

Fredrick said, pecking my hand and giving me that stupid, devastating smirk, “would I be calling you Nicole right now?” My breath hitched and I blinked, hard. “But… isn’t it weird?” I whispered. “You’re not even related. And I don’t even have a wolf.” “It doesn’t matter, sweetie.” Landon brushed a thumb across my cheek. “Your scent called our wolves. And that’s not something you can ignore.” “Hmmm…Hmmm,” Liam added, nodding with a low growl at the others. “Even though having all these guys here is awkward as hell… your soothing scent makes me forget everything except wanting you.”

ROSE'S POV I am Rosalia Alexandra Davis, a werewolf who has no family or friends. Someone who is a loner because she is different than others, in other words the runt of the pack. someone who should be treated worst than a slave , which means I am responsible of doing all the chores of the pack , while being the personal punching bag of the higher authorities. The reason behind this is my early shift. Usually wolves shift at the age of 16 which is also the age for us to find and recognize our mates. This happened because I am one of the four mystic wolves, which they hopefully don’t know. Or do they? Well whatever , I am happy the way I am but I want to find my mate soon, but for that I need

More wolves tried to leap at me but I used magic to blast them all out. Cedric had slain over twelve wolves and he was still combatting more. Hilda looked happier jumping high in the sky and landing on unsuspecting wolves back while stabbing them. Suzy equally blasted the lot of them with magic as well as bit them and spread vampire venom in their veins. It looked like we had the upper hand but something else bothered me immensely. The warlock we had bonded by dark object had broken free with the help of the wolves and he was massaging his wrists and stretching his neck.

He started chewing on his lip and looked worried. "Maybe we shouldn't hold hands, for Vossler's sake. It might hurt his feelings," I mumbled sadly and Greyson frowned. We jumped down from the tree startling Boris. Vossler's large wolf trotted over to us and sniffed the air around us. He knows we've marked and mated, Greyson's voice says in my mind. Vossler changed back into his huge naked self and stomped before me. His yellow eyes watched me as he ripped my shirt down my chest exposing the intricate mate mark of Greyson and I. Vossler looked shocked and tilted his head then looked up at Greyson.

Alpha Jordan wolf ,was resistance of him kissing and making out with another Female wolf ,but he was too reluctant to give up. His wolf had always hate this part of him ,Even when they haven't find their mate ,his wolf form was always against him . Having an affair,now that they have find their mate .He won't want to share his mate bond with any other female wolf .

I focus a bit more and notice that one of the wolves is Sylas; he has to be fighting Laslo. Sylas is a huge gray wolf, bigger than Laslo’s white wolf. Laslo’s wolf is swiping at Sylas, and his claws connect here and there. Sylas twists his body and kicks Laslo’s wolf, sending it flying into a tree. Laslo’s wolf lays at the base of the tree, sprawled out. Sylas marches to the tree base and hovers over Laslo’s wolf, snarling and biting. His jaw reaches over and grabs at the white wolf’s neck.

"You aren't him. Your touch is the only thing that silences the noise. It heals me." He cupped her face, his thumb stroking her cheekbone. "You truly want this?" "I do." "Your wish is my law." He captured her mouth then, not with the typical savage hunger of a dominant wolf, but with a slow, possessive sweetness that made her toes curl into the furs. It was a kiss designed to rebuild, to claim every inch of her spirit back from the darkness. Willow wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him closer until there was no air between them, letting the sensation of him drown out the world.