Roxanne Wolf Drawing Novels & Stories

Her eyes alight upon scattered sketches strewn across the surface, drawing her in with an irresistible pull. Picking up one of the sketches, she is met with the striking image of a wolf, its form captured in intricate detail. As her gaze flits to another sketch, a closer view of the wolf reveals its menacing features—fangs bared and saliva dripping, an embodiment of primal ferocity. A series of similar sketches follow, each portraying the majestic yet fearsome creatures in different poses. A furrow creases Rose's brow in puzzlement as she contemplates the artist's apparent fixation on these lupine subjects.

“As soon as I’m done.” I stared at the first drawing of a single wolf. It was astonishing how realistic it’s features were. I flipped to the next one, which was also a wolf. “You must really like wolves.” I comment, flipping the page. “You could say that, now can I have it back? Those are personal.”

And she let another moan out as her hands hugged me tighter against her. I slipped another finger in and started moving my hand. I pulled away from the kiss and looked at her. Her eyes had full on turned from human to Wolf. She looked so unreal and so beautiful. My left hand rested on her neck as i moved my right hand faster in between her legs. She moaned and groaned while bitting her bottom lip. I used my elbow to stop the shower from running. We were using cold water but it was still water. I lifted her right leg to my left hip and pinned my whole body on hers.

Pulling out a couple of the oil pastels, I started coloring and shading the image. An hour later, my fingers were stained with different colors from the pastels. I sat back, looking at the final product. A light sandy looking wolf with gray eyes stared back at me from the page. With the color now on the page, the image didn't look near as dark. It almost looked like the wolf was poised to pounce in play rather than attack.

She could easily guess he was an omega in his pack. He roared with bloodshot eyes as she laughed at him. Jackson had run Into a corner as the wolf in front of him was bigger and looked stronger than his. Their colleague was frightened to death and was about to dial the police through the phone on the counter. Lucia gave Jackson a sign and he immediately hit a large frying pan on the girl's head. She fell to the floor. The wolf roared again while he gathered his strength. Without warning, he launched at Lucia, biting hard on her shoulder.

A smaller gray wolf sat off to the other side of the throne, looking on in what seemed to be envy. The Inside of her forearm as she reached out to stroke the beast was covered in scars. She brought her hand to her mouth to cover a choked sob. The most distressing part about the picture was that a glance at her arm revealed that each scar’s placement was shockingly accurate to a degree even she couldn’t match without looking. A tear fell onto the paper, pooling on the blood-red sash draped across her chest in the drawing. It was one of the few sparse uses of color in the entire sketchbook. The other was the shade of red he had used for her hair.

Roxanne couldn't move anymore, her breath failed her, she was shivering, her whole body vibrating with an intensity that did not leave space for breathing. Just then, when she thought she was going to lose her right leg to the beast, she heard an angry howl from her back. The floor beneath her vibrated as another beast ran towards her. Right in front of her horror filled eyes, a grey wolf jumped over her feeble frame. Landing in front of her, towering above the black one, hence blocking their paths. She was not looking at one dreadful wolf anymore, but two. It was more than she could take. With her shortness of breath, the shock that froze her limbs, and the pain in her back and head, Roxan

[Hyacinth] The card is hand drawn in crayon with a drawing of a wolf next to a child on the front that looks a bit more like a dog than a canine. Inside it reads "From your secret admire-were" signed in a childish hand "You know who." Bash and Drew must have stopped by to cheer me up.

Mate! It was the first time since she discovered her wolf that Roxanna had actually really heard Vera stir inside of her like this. The unfortunate part of this situation was the fact that she was forced to look up at Alpha James as he stared down at her with disgust, rather than adoration or even acute interest. He looked angry. She had to think back at how she found herself in this situation. She had gone out to let her wolf out, and then she heard the call. The smell of everything she ever found appealing wrapped into one strong package. He smelled like a mixture of cinnamon spice, sandlewood and another natural earthy scent, and her heart lept in her chest, but her hopeful expression was

Breakfast ended more slowly than I expected. Aurelia insisted on showing me the drawing she'd made after the reception. It consisted mostly of flowers, three smiling stick figures, and what she assured me was a very accurate wolf. "It has four tails," I pointed out. "It was excited." "I see." Kael glanced at the page. "I've never met a wolf with four tails." "You haven't met this one." "I stand corrected." Apparently satisfied, Aurelia folded the drawing with great care before announcing she intended to keep it forever.