Wolves Not Sheep Clothing Novels & Stories

I clicked my tongue and flipped through the book I was holding. I was about to close it when it stopped at a page where a lone white sheep was in the middle of a sea of hungry wolves. “When darkness meets light.”I read the caption and at first, it didn't make sense to me, until I noticed one wolf looking at the sheep in a strange way. Like he wanted to cherish her and not eat her. “The other wolves wanted to eat the sheep, but he was the darkness that met the light of hope.” I was deeply touched by the story and how they depicted it.

His clan was feared and respected for a good reason. He was already too late for the start of the ceremony where the male wolves got a chance to look at all the participating, she-wolves. Noah did not mind missing it because he was not interested in the she-wolves and the male wolves just annoyed him. They were a bunch of raging hormones ready to explode. It seemed like they couldn’t keep their wolves in check so all that came out of their mouths was talk about fucking their mate. He had been lucky with his wolf Achak. Achak meant spirit in Native American and he had always been a calm beacon for Noah. Since the day he transformed Achak had been something he could rely on. His thoughts got i

But his shaking voice failed him, “I– I don’t th– think that’s how you sho– should speak to m– me.” Remus scoffed and that seemed to have embarrassed Winfred more, “If I abolish The Order, you’re finished!” He said, screaming again. “Go on. Do it.” Remus challenged. “End your race’s agreement with the Wolves. See if we care.” The Betas started laughing at this which added to Winfred’s increasing shame. He wanted to show his power, but it seemed like power was being shown to him. “Watch how you talk to me, you disrespectful dogs!” He screeched.

"And then the debt collectors will come for both of us and seize pack lands, and every wolf in Crescent Moon Pack will lose their homes because you were too selfish to accept your fate. Can you live with that?" The trap closes around me so perfectly I almost admire the cruelty. He knows I cannot let the pack suffer for his mistakes, recognizes I have spent three years protecting these wolves from his incompetence, and admits I will choose their safety over my freedom. "You are a monster," I say. "I'm a realist." He responds by straightening his jacket like we just finished a pleasant conversation. "You were never going to give me an heir anyway, too defective for that. At least this way you

“How do I do it? How do I shift?” ‘It’s better to go to the woods first so you can have some privacy to take off your clothes. Except you don’t mind the clothes ripping, of course,” the wolf said. “Yeah, yeah, I get it.” I was an avid werewolf romance reader so I knew that part. “But where are the woods in this pack?” ‘Take the left road, I’ll guide you.”

Instead of wearing blouses where their breasts nearly fall out and the fabric is clinging tight against their bodies to show off every curve, they all have loose-fitting clothes which actually cover up their chests and give nothing away about what kinds of curves they have. My eyebrow quirks up. They don’t belong here. Interesting. I turn my attention back to my half empty whisky glass and take another swig of it while my wolf grunts, “We should go. I don’t want any of them. They aren’t our mate.” That is something I already know. I shake my head and mumble, “I should go home.” My wolf instantly perks up and wags his tail as he chimes, “Yes. Go home.”

It felt calm and peaceful. Suddenly, there was a rumbling sound behind the trees and grass. Leah's instincts were strong. She felt that someone was watching her. She thought it was Paul. When she turned around, she was surprised to see a pack of wolves surrounding her. "Who are you?" one of the wolves asked. Leah was astonished to hear that the wolves could speak like humans. They approached Leah and scared her. "Don't come any closer, I don't want to hurt any of you," Leah warned.

To top it all, the heat that I felt in my body made my mind blank and the words on the screen of my laptop danced like bees moving around frantically. My eyes stung from all the new secrets I unearthed in every new article I read regarding Stanley Archibald. The man proved that idiom we have grown up hearing-- A wolf in a sheep's clothing. Indeed he was a wolf, infecting and betraying the society with a fake mask put on.

We walked into it until Zaliver felt we were far away from the island. Unlike most werewolf stories, our clothes wouldn’t shred while shifting. I mean, think about it. When shifting, our bones would break and reform, and fur would sprout. We would be dead if we had to shift for a fight, especially if we were caught off guard. The first time our bones did break and our clothes tore off was when we had our earliest transitioning from human to wolf. After that, every shift was almost like a satisfying yawn. In human form, our wolf would be inside of us, and while we were in wolf form, our human body would be kept inside. It was just a switch of control. Our clothes would no longer shred, preven

After what he’s done to Lloyd, I don’t doubt that none of their lives matter to him. They put me in an uncomfortable dress that is a terrible fit—too small to contain my breasts and wider hips, because well, female wolves grow to have hips that are generally wider, to aid in birthing a litter of pups—and my hair is styled into what looks like a table above my head. I end up getting frustrated at the amount of pins and crystals they force into it and pull them all out, preferring to wear it down and ordinary. And when they’re not looking, I steal a few pins, hiding them in the horrible dress.