Wolf Kissed Novels & Stories

“Put these on. We have seven hours until midnight. Seven hours to teach you how to fight back.” “I cannot learn to fight in seven hours.” “You are right. You cannot.” She pulled out a small vial. Dark liquid swirled inside. “But this will help.” “What is it?” “Blood from my pack. From the wolves who died. It will not make you stronger physically. But it will unlock something inside you. Something your father’s abuse buried.” “My wolf.” “Yes. Your father forced her down. Made her submit. Made her weak because that is what he needed to control you.” She held out the vial. “This will let her out. Let her remember what she was meant to be.”

My wolf growled fiercely,her glow flaring brighter as we pushed against Ethan's brute strength. He snapped at my neck,but I sucked,my claws slashing across his side. Blood sprayed the ground and Ethan howled with fury. Ethan lunged again,faster this time,but I side stepped,slashing at his hind leg. He stumbled and I used the opportunity to pin him to the ground,the same way he had pinned me during his mating ritual. My glowing eyes locked into his as my fangs snapped at his throat . Although I knew he can throw my small wolf away from himself easily.

My gasps filled the air, my pleasure echoing through the room. Our kiss grew and became a symphony of sighs, whispers, and tender touches. Every moment intensified their connection. Our wolves were connecting. I was sure our wolves were happy, they had been starved all these years. It was a different thing not to have found a mate, our case was worse. “What do you want doxy? Name your price, I am willing to do anything for you.” Hayden’s voice came out raspy. I could barely catch my breath as he fondled my breast. It was a rollercoaster of emotions.

Julian tilted his head curiously to the side," like earth and vanilla? That's what the wolves say we smell like. I think we just smell sweet." I shook my head," no. You do smell like that, yeah - but there's something more. Roses. It's how I know where you are amongst everybody else." Julian laughed in amusement and gave my forehead a kiss. I shivered beneath the cold touch. He always gave such small gestures to show that he had love growing for me. We had marked before love, much like wolves do. Vampires did things the other way around. He never seemed to mind though. Maybe he felt the same way that I did? That no matter what he was one of my weaknesses, and I couldn't get him off my mind.

“Come now, you can’t be acting shy any longer. Not after whatever you and that big oaf got up to last night.” “You. . . you kissed me!” “It was hardly a kiss.” A tornado rages inside my chest, rattling my bones, and I need to release it. I toss his collar onto the floor between us. “Here.” As soon as I’ve done it, I regret it. I don’t know much about Wolves, but these collars are important to the alphas. Blake may be different than the others, but he is an alpha, nonetheless. For a moment, we’re paused in time. Neither of us moves, and the air is heavy and silent.

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.

“I’m on it.” He holds his hand out to Willow and help her to her feet, protectively folding his arm around her shoulders as he walks with her to the car. “I am not Vickus,” I say to the wolves who are still looking at me. “I am not cruel for the sake of it, but I will not tolerate insolence from anyone. Are we clear?” “Yes, King,” the wolves chorus. Satisfied, I nod and follow Willow to the SUV. They fashioned a bed of some kind for her on the backseat. “I’m sorry,” she says when I stick my head through the open door.

Rihanna held Elias's hands tightly as he approached. Her heart raced with a mix of excitement and nervousness, knowing that this moment could change everything between them. "Elias," she called softly, cupping his face with her hands. Slowly, she leaned in and kissed him, a short but passionate kiss that left them both breathless. They broke the embrace only after the old Luna cleared her throat, drawing the attention of the other wolves who had been watching with curious eyes.

A soft, harmonious howl emanates from the depths of his throat, an embodiment of primal instincts entwined with affection. Then, in a surprising display of gentleness, the Wolf's lengthy, rugged tongue sweeps tenderly across Astrid's visage, painting a portrait of their bond with each affectionate lick. This poignant gesture eloquently conveyed the untamed essence of the creature and the profuse depth of its love for its beloved mate.

His wolf roared in victory, finally, finally getting what it needed. Her hands gripped his shirt, pulling him closer. She kissed him back with a desperation that matched his own, like she'd been waiting for this her whole life. The full moon blazed outside the window. And Dmitri Volkov, Alpha of the Volkov pack, gave in to the bond he'd been fighting from the moment he heard her heartbeat. He pulled her into his lap, his coat falling away from her shoulders. She didn't seem to notice the cold anymore. She was burning up, just like him.