Wolfish Grin Novels & Stories

I whispered, my voice barely audible. He finally turned his head, just slightly, to look at me, his eyes piercing through the dim light of the car’s interior. The corner of his mouth curved upward, a faint, chilling smile that promised no warmth, no humor. It was a predator’s grin. “You’ll see.” The rest of the drive passed in a silence thick with tension, each second stretched into an eternity. My wolf was restless now, truly agitated, pacing inside me, a frantic, caged beast.

I grin like a Cheshire cat. Let's do this shit.

Grinning like wolves. Another hit. Another slip. Her thigh slid between his legs. His palm flattened on her stomach, then moved lower— She grabbed his wrist. “Not yet.” He growled. She shoved him back, hard enough to draw blood when his spine hit the outer ring. He stood, smiling now. A predator in heat. “Afraid?” Jasmine stalked toward him, hips rolling like waves over stone. “Of what?” “Of what you’ll do when I get inside your head.”

I whisper meeting his eyes to gift him with a soft smile. The rustle of leaves from behind us has the entirety of our attention, whilst we turn swiftly to peek at the intruder. A wolf emerges from the shadows of the dense trees. His head low red eyes blazing peering up at us, his ears are erect and his sooty fur bristles. Lips pulled back his incisors on display canines glimmering in the light, with low growls that vibrate through his chest pouring out his mouth with displeasure. Eyes looking back and forth from Cronus to me he delivers his warning with another booming snarl.

His free hand grips my chin in a vice, forcing my gaze to meet his. ​Up close, he is ruin incarnate. His cheekbones are as sharp as blades. His lips are curled in a smile that is equal parts hollow sorrow and manic triumph. The scent of him—once the comforting, earthy musk of a pack wolf—is now so heavily twisted with witch-rot that it stirs a buried sense of pity inside me. ​I violently crush it beneath my fury.

But Rosalie had rolled her eyes and told him that Griffin have no chance in hell to seduce her but now she realized how wrong she was - Griffin have no chance with her even if hell was to freeze ! Seeing that greasy , flirty smile with hidden intentions behind her wolf went on high alert at once , although she recognized this wolf her warning growl was no different then the one sge released for a stranger . Her wolf flexed her claws and growled , she didn't liked this wolf .

He smiled his now signature wolfish grin and winked at me. I inhaled deeply, the acrid smell of my things being blown up and the dust made my eyes water. I tried to make the corner of my mouth curl upwards, to answer his smile, but I know that it was a weak attempt as the corners didn’t move like I wanted them to.

Nathan flashes a huge, arrogant grin directly at my alpha frame. My thick hands instantly clench into tight fists the moment my eyes log the hideous, sleazy grin dominating Nathan’s mouth. This middle-aged wolf projects an incredibly slimy and menacing vibe on the rug. My core alpha instincts signal a massive red alert that his character brings nothing but toxic news to my den.

Travis shifted with his wolf who was already snarling at the unseen person. A silhouette of a man was seen and as he stepped closer into the lights, his fiendish grin came into clear sight.