Wolfish Grin Novels & Stories

Caspian burst out laughing, his gaze glimmering with cruel amusement. Grace’s fingers clamped down on the edge of the counter, knuckles whitening. It was like she could almost feel phantom claws prickling beneath her skin, as if her wolf was just barely out of reach, closer than it had ever been before. But no matter how desperately she tried to summon it, it stayed locked away, silent.

I ducked under his next swipe. My jaws snapped at his hind legs, tearing a chunk of meat away. Harlyn howled in pain, his movements becoming sloppy. I lunged again, this time aiming for his throat. With a final burst of strength, I found my grip. I clamped my jaws down on the side of his neck, my teeth sinking through his thick fur and into the skin beneath. Harlyn’s wolf let out a high-pitched cry. He thrashed, trying to shake me off, but I held fast.

He said shakily “How much sooner then?” Grimshaw asked as another horn blared and the battle cries seemed to be right about the front “Not soon.” The wizard said “Then make it soon.” Grimshaw said and started changing ripping his clothes until he was in his full wolf form. Mara’s wolf seeing his big black wolf growled loudly which Grimshaw returned as his own definitely was seeking for dominance which the young mother was not prepared to give. They started circling each other and snapping at the air obviously trying to intimidate one another.

Draven hissed with a cold grin, making me swallow hard as he turned into an enormous, onyx-black wolf. Draven's wolf form reflected all of his captivating features yet added the raw, uncontrollable force that only an Alpha could possess. The wolf's eyes stayed locked on me and burned even more intensively. I cringed as he snarled, presenting his pointy teeth. At that moment, I knew I lacked a weapon that I could use against him.

The grip was tight enough to communicate urgency without crossing into pain. “I will handle Korvax when I return.” “You?” “Me.” “Are you as strong as a titan wolf?” Noxx grinned. The full, devastating grin that could disarm a room. Then he leaned closer, his dark eyes catching the light in a way that made them burn like embers. “Stronger.” He winked.

No wolf! The tension between both wolves are discernible, palpable, an electric charge in the air that hints at the looming clash. Dwight emits a low, guttural growl, a challenge to the beast before it. Alpha Ryder responds with a guttural snarl, its lips curling back to expose its lethal fangs. Their territorial dispute reaches its boiling point, an explosion of raw dominance and untamed ferocity about to be unleashed.

"Okay, now my inner wolf is actually a little scared." I laugh out loud, and a beautiful smile touches his lips as his hand maintains a tight grip on my shaft, stroking my flesh. "Fuck," I growl out, refusing to remove my golden gaze from his face. "May my mouth?" He licks his lips, and I place my massive hands behind my head, watching his male form prepare to take me. "Mmm. Displaying excellent manners like a good little wolf," I rumble, and he holds back a massive grin.

He grinned with a wicked smile. I gulped.

Wrong. It’s wearing human skin—I can feel it. The mask barely holds together. My wolf recoils, not out of caution—but pure, primal fear. Even its eyes—those mismatched pits of blue and black—reek of terror itself. Not fear for it… fear as if it is fear incarnate. Then it smiles. Gods… those jagged, broken teeth glint beneath the dull light, black ichor oozing from the corners of its mouth like tar-drenched venom.

I think of slamming its tires with my heels when the door snaps open. I pause and watch as he steps out slowly from the vehicle. Graven. The wolf is tall and built, and his hands–the same hands that have broken more than they have fixed–grips the door tight. His coat, dark velvet and barely conceding the weapons strapped to his side, sits loosely on his heavy frame as he walks. But above all, his face stands out more. A long scar runs down the side of his face, slitting his brow, tearing over a dead eye, and splitting his lower jaw like a ridge. Like someone once tried to cut his face in two and nearly succeeded. His one good eye slowly moves over the space until it lands on me.