Wolfish Grin Novels & Stories

He bared his teeth in a twisted grin, his eyes gleaming with a cruel excitement. "Oh, how long I have waited for this fight," Bruce exclaimed, his voice echoing with a cold, confident demeanor. The air crackled with anticipation as the two Tyrex wolves faced off, their forms exuding power and strength.

When he grinned, I could see the spikes of his teeth in two places. Joy rattled in terror inside of me. [Not a wolf. Not a wolf. Not a wolf.] “Who are you?” He grinned a sharp smile and shrugged. “invite me in. I’ll tell you.”

Mixed with his neatly tailored pack suit, his eyes look every bit like a completely unhinged Alpha boss. I stay totally speechless; even with blood running down his chin, the giant man is still smiling at me! “Do your wolf really think I am too scared to do that?” “Yeah, my wolf knows you won't do it,” Grant says, his deep tone sounding completely certain as his dark eyes never leave my face for a single second.

He looked at her. She opened her mouth, but quickly snapped it shut at his grin. A grin that knows what it wants. A sultry grin. The grin of a wolf. “I won’t tell you who I am.” “We established that.” “But I’ll show you.” “Sh-show me?” His words were a caress. They ran down the side of her face like feathers. She felt like vomiting on her shoes. She felt like vomiting on his. “That is, of course, if you feel like being shown, little bird?”

Her companions, graceful and solemn, nodded in agreement, their faces alight with a serene happiness. A werewolf, Dylan large and imposing with fur matted with the grime of combat, threw back his head and howled. It was a sound of victory, of liberation, that resonated deeply in the hearts of all present. His pack joined in, their voices harmonizing in a primal anthem that spoke of endurance and triumph.

Vickon barely glances at my flushed face, but his dominant grip tightens around my waist, his thick fingers digging into my soft flesh as his boots lead my body back down to the private den logs. "My snout completely cornered Isolde Grimfen and forced her into a trap!" my mouth boasts with animated pride, making no effort to hide the dark, dangerous side of my inner beast as I slide my hands down his abdominal muscles, feeling the immense heat radiating from his massive groin. "Do your golden eyes think my wolf was wrong to crush her camp, darling?"

My irritation flared, but I clamped it down, keeping my expression neutral as I said, “Then your approach is quite… naïve.” “Watch your tongue, girl!” snarled a bulky wolf with a scar on his cheek. If I were to guess, he must have been a warrior… back in the day. A golden glow appeared in his eyes as his lips curled, baring his teeth. “Try to disrespect Vulir Lasair again, and I will—”

"You disgust me." His silver eyes flicker with amusement. "Oh? You easily could’ve fooled me." He licks his lips as if savoring the moment. "Your wolf doesn’t seem to agree though, she seems to know what she wants." he says smoothly, taking a step forward. "One moment, she’s purring for me and the next, you’re shoving me away." His eyes gleam with satisfaction. "Conflicted, are we?” I glare at him, my breath heaving. "My wolf is defective." I spit the words like venom, watching as his smirk falters. "So wipe that smug look off your face, Sinclair."

I have a mission to do. I give him a small smile. He smiles back with a big, toothy grin. He looks me up and down and lifts one eyebrow. I give him a quick wink. His smile gets even bigger and brighter. Male wolves are so easy to trick. This is a good sign for me. I do not think twice.

Their eyes were cold but had a satisfying smile on their faces as they glared at me, causing shivers to run down my spine. "Well, well, well, what we finally have the witchy wolf to yourself" one of them sneered, a cruel smile playing on his lips. " Seems like we've caught ourselves the power wolf and we can no longer be destroyed. Look at her violet eyes guys," he said as he raised my head.