Wolf Oc Maker Novels & Stories

I know what a hybrid wolf looks like and I know for sure that he is not Jim. “It's me Olivia. I have been trying to talk to you for a while now. It's your wolf” I chuckle immediately, it's mad right? I think I am going crazy. The moon goddess decked to punish me for my sins by sending hallucinations to me because that is the only reason why an Omega like me would have a wolf with hybrid eyes, and gold stripes on it. The wolf has Gold stripes on it. “Please don't push me away. Not again. It took time for me to get to you. I have spent years being caged. This is the only way out. Please, oliva please”

Rex got a clear view of the Alpha going after the Omega and stopped cold realizing the wolf he saw was a mirror image of Rex. “What foolery is this?” Makai exclaimed. “It’s a glamor. There’s not too many wolves that posess that ability. I can only think of one.” Rex growled and took off again. “Damn it! Rex, you’re an idiot!” He said, going after him again.

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.

"You can also filter the fluid through fine cloth to make skin lotions, or mix it up with hive-wax to create healing lip salves for dry winter weather." Master Jacob smiles, his eyes crinkling. "The common wolves around these hills definitely use the raw oil for their fur, but our hands have never tried cooking up a lip salve before. Is that process super hard for a basic wolf to learn?" "No, it is super simple," I reply, my voice full of confidence. "You just need to melt the moon-oil together with pure yellow hive-wax and a few drops of wild herbal drops. A handmade salve like that is super moisturizing for your lips, and it is completely safe. Even little pups and pregnant omegas can rub

Name: Olivia Francis Age: 23 years old Gender: Female Species: Northwestern wolf Personality: Independent, calm yet fiery Hobbies: hiking, video games, working out, hunting in her hybrid form Job: fitness and taekwondo trainer Preferred gender for adopter(s): Male Preferred age for adopter(s): 25-30 Below attached are her pictures in human and in her hybrid form.

[POWER VEIL: ADAPTIVE MODE] [FACULTY DETECTION: PARTIAL — REDIRECTED] The headmaster stepped forward, voice amplified across the courtyard. “Welcome to Apex Academy,” he said. “You are not here because you are powerful. You are here because the world expects you to become dangerous.” Eyes scanned the crowd. “Let us begin with introductions.” The first group stepped forward. Werewolf Alpha Candidates. A tall boy with silver-streaked hair smiled confidently. His presence forced nearby wolves to stiffen. “Dominance output at eighteen percent,” a faculty member muttered. “Impressive for his age.”

Hollow. Like the voices of wolves long dead. “Dread wolves,” she said. Kael’s face paled. “Those are real?” “They were made real. By Veyrix. His answer to the gods’ holy bloodlines.” We barely had time to react before the trees exploded. The first dread wolf slammed into Lucan, claws raking across his shoulder as he rolled and drove a blade into its throat. It didn’t stop. It laughed. Kael shifted fully and threw himself into the fray, teeth bared, snarling.

He said, “We are being followed. I should have sensed them earlier, but they used a Scent Diffuser to hide their scents. My brows shot up, “They can do that?” “Yes. But scent diffusers are costly and just any werewolf can’t get their hands on the products in the market. My company sells it too.” he said and I noted his point. Dominic’s company was one of the top companies in selling products for wolves ranging from various kind of healing herbs, clothes that did not tear when they transformed and a lot more. It focused on the elite wolf families who had the potential to buy the high-priced products. “So they are from an elite family.” I said and only one name popped in my head. The Boyle.

The whole place had a pulse of excitement and anticipation. The tailors gave me the clothes for tonight. It is a three-piece suit made from wool that matches our eye color, blue, and silver. They embroidered the sleeves with symbols of our pack, the triskele. “Alarick!” I shouted as a lot of werewolves also occupied the tavern. “Ylva’s looking for you.” Alarick nodded and went in my direction. He looks like a busy merchant trying to greet all his emptor. “Let her be. She knows her way around.”

“Wulfric?” I nodded. “Fuck, man, I didn’t realize this was your pack. You look like shit.” His eyes darted upward, in a mindlink, then he shifted back into his wolf form. Another wolf came sprinting over—a female one. And that was when I realized that the scent of the wolf that was able to survive in cold water was this other wolf’s. I couldn’t believe that I hadn’t realized it was a female scent at the time, too concentrated on figuring out the pack it was from.