Wolf Oc Maker Novels & Stories

The wolf’s eyes twinkled as its teeth sank into the big, black wolf’s neck. She took her time grazing his neck and teasing him before licking it to seal the wound. Olcan staggered backward as a passageway of sorts was created between him, Sandilo, Vivian, and the white wolf; molding their thoughts, feelings, and memories into one. Olcan roared like thunder before moving menacingly towards Roxan. He lunged onto his throat and dragged him to the middle of the stage, firmly clutching the flesh on the side of his neck between his jaws.

In the end, I think they turned out great. Not that I knew what the others were for but there was also a frog on a log, a humming bird and a fat Cardinal. The very last one I was drawing was for Arlo. He got those picture for us, or more for me. It was of a wolf. It’s head was downward with his teeth showing. The hair was standing straight up with a human skull under it’s paw. There wasn’t any flesh on it, just the bones. Originally, I was going to make it a dead rabbit or something but this seemed appropriate. Keeping this one black and white, kept some of the mystery alive. “Charlotte??” Waylon yelled as he was coming in.

The smell of ozone and burnt hair filled the lab. The First Wolf let out a thin, high-pitched shriek—a sound of pure, unadulterated shock—before collapsing into a heap of withered skin and bone. Malakai let go, his face flushed a healthy, vibrant pink, his small belly full of the oldest power on the planet. "Victor. Victor, look at me!" Elodie pulled his head into her lap.

His eyes met mine one last time before he took a deep breath and shifted. His bones cracked and within seconds, his wolf form stood in front of me. It was sleek, dark gray, and looked strong but it was smaller than Kaden’s massive brown wolf. Kaden’s wolf let out a deep growl, showing his sharp teeth before lunging again. Kellan’s wolf tried to dodge, but Kaden tackled him hard to the ground. They rolled over each other, teeth snapping, claws ripping into flesh. Kellan’s wolf managed to bite down on Kaden’s shoulder, but Kaden shook him off like he weighed nothing.

In agonizing pain, Iron bath replied, "You're a minion of the evil sorcerer, I can smell nothing but his filth on you. You have no goodness left in your tainted soul. You should beg for mercy but it would be a futile attempt because I won't spare you!" As he spoke the moon shone brightly in the night sky bathing the fortress in her radiant light. Iron bath's eyes turned a brilliant yellow like a wolf's and he looked up straight into the mage's eyes, "Who am I? I am Ikoko- the Iron werewolf. Fang of the Oracle and these eyes shall be the last thing your tainted soul shall behold", he said in a deep fears inducing voice as he began to transform and every bone in his body began to break. The ma

"To be honest, I don't even know if it would work since you don't have a wolf. But if you have an open wound, and your mate licks it in his wolf form, it should close up right away, no matter how bad it is." "Let's test it!" I said. "Are you serious? I was half joking." "I think we should do it. Don't you want to know?" "I do, but…" his voice trailed. "No, I'm serious. Let's try it and see if it works." His head tilted to the side and he gave me a smile that was half terrifying, half appreciative, his eyes taking on an almost evil appearance. Damn, he actually looked super dangerous and hot! He then got up and pulled open the drawer next to his bed, and pulled out a huge switchblade, that he

She questioned, looking troubled. The rage in her eyes was a clear sign of her deep hate for werewolves. Since the spirit dwelling in me no longer felt like putting her down like her armies, I calmly said, “It’s no sorcery. I am an Omega.” “Don’t lie to me!” She raised her voice, flashing her eyes at me. “You are using something to make yourself unstoppable! No ordinary wolf can beat a whole army of my strong Vampires. It’s an impossible thing to do, unless you’re using dark magic!” She accused, refusing to belief me.

What is her gift? - We, by virtue of nature, cannot freely communicate with animals, they are afraid of us, - she began to explain, - and werewolves with such a gift not only approach any animals calmly, but also feel their life streams. For example, you can say that your head hurts, show where it hurts, and werewolves with such a gift feel it. They are excellent veterinarians and are highly valued at our fur farms. In our flock, sable, arctic fox, marten, ermine are bred. A very profitable business. I still don't get what's wrong? A wonderful gift, - but I thought to myself that I don’t have a gift at all.

If I was going to learn about the world I was in, I needed to ask questions. “I will tell you, but it is not something openly talked about in the packs.” She begins. “So basically, not everyone who is in the pack has access to a wolf like you and Luka do. In the past everyone who has wolf shifter DNA had a wolf. But in the past 25 years. Less have actual wolves, just heighten abilities. “What does that even mean?” I asked confused. “No one really knows. Omegas were the first ones to lose access to wolves. There hasn’t been omega with a wolf in 20 years I think. But ones who had wolves at first started losing them 15 years ago.” Alex explained.

"You brought back Wolf Hunters." "Just two. Well, one intentionally." Catherine examined her nails. "You see, Wolf Hunters need specific conditions to manifest. First, they can only come from Omegas. Something about the submissive gene structure being more malleable. Second, they need a marker—a biological tag that bonds them to a specific wolf for protection." "Protection?" I asked, still feeling the phantom crawl of maggots. "That thing is meant to protect someone?"