Wolf Ties Novels & Stories

I may have done a lot of things to disappoint Juni - but never that. “Good news, we have a pack name for the blessed wolf.” He looks down at his phone. “Doyle. They have a temporary two-month registration with the Ryker Clan – a wolf and two human members have been listed so far – Willow Doyle, Conall Doyle and Thomas Smith. She’s protected for the moment but not unapproachable.”

Let's just say that TwentyOne was also a great place to meet women – particularly those of the lupine persuasion. Wolves, with their sharp wit and fierce loyalty, had always held a certain appeal for me. And Titan, my faithful companion, seemed to appreciate my taste in women, always welcoming the Wolves I brought home with open arms. It was on one of these visits that I first crossed paths with the Witches, forging a connection that would prove to be mutually beneficial over the years.

Ginny had been right—it didn't just take a village; it took a pack. The Whisper Wind wolves, who had lost everything when Vane’s cruelty turned their lands into a graveyard, sat shoulder-to-shoulder with the Blackwood-born. Their allegiance wasn't just a signed treaty or a bowed head; it was written in the way they shielded the twins with their own bodies as they ate, their eyes constantly scanning the room with a fierce, adoptive loyalty.

She replied as she moved a little further away from me to see what he was doing. “That is right. We are all part of a pack. A family. We are all connected. Wolves are loyal to our pack, we protect each other. Now from what I've been told, we are hoping your sister Juvia will want to stay with us and become part of our pack, which mean you are your brother will be a part of our pack too.” He lifted his hand to reveal a white paper origami wolf, that when you move its tail, it looks like it howls into the air.

I realized it was only at the base of his shaft and while he was already large, that particular area was even larger, seeming to expand around the full base. "W-what is this..?" I asked before I could stop myself. "It's called a knot," he groaned as I continued to explore his member. "It's a trait we share with wolves. Since I'm an alpha, I always have a knot in either form." "A k-knot?? What is it for?" I blushed, continuing to rub his cock. "If you don't stop rubbing me, pup, I'm about to spend right in your hand," he groaned, moving my hand from his member.

Another guy stood up, "I'm Ralph Bensen, a member of the beta hounds pack too. I like trekking. If you like to go trekking sometime, I'm pleased to help you." Lucian hit on Ralph's shoulder and made him sit in his place. "I'm Jacob Elrod, member of stealth Mane pack." "I'm Teo, a human." looked at the guys beside him and made a smile at me. "I'm Rudina Hart, alpha female of a howling jaws pack. Nice to meet you, Ms Hopper." Why are there so many werewolves in this class than humans? I saw the guy who helped me from the bus terminal to the school. The talkative guy? He's in this class too?

The Silas wolf was a dirty brown color and I watched in horror as its broad line-backer shoulders deflated into such profound disappointment it was all I could do not to rage at it. “I don't understand why yer wouldn't let us have our fun with the little birdie! We share all our spoils with you! What's so special about this one?” He whined bitterly, turning his scary red eyes to flash me with a hateful look until I recoiled from the beast. “Shut up and get out. This one isn't meant for sharing.” Alpha Toph growled possessively and for once I was grateful for the wicked Alpha because the other wolf cursed loudly, banging what sounded like knives and metal around in the darkness as I stretched

Their leader is a black wolf with blue eyes, and he wants to stand on the high cliff and declare war on his opponent. The Red Wolve did not dare to stop but only dared to lean to the side. Wolves usually have gray and yellow fur, but with wolves having white, black, and red fur is very special. The black wolf that received the order to distract Windy was just a wolf with yellow fur because to distract the opponent, he disguised himself to look like Ezra.

He loved coming to the casino, not to gamble, the supply of liquor, always managed to put a smile on his face. Wolves who had an issue with shifting or who haven’t found their mate, tended to drink. Sex wasn’t good enough for them because the only women they could fuck were humans, and their holes were too small to accommodate our fat cocks. Frustrated to the point of madness was not an understatement. No, we needed mates. For some reason their holes were bigger and could satisfy us completely. Yet, Winter never had this issue. In some ways he was the perfect one out of us three.