Tequila Wolf Novels & Stories

"Now, the next fight is between our Salisbury, champion, never defeated, Theo, alias, Rabid Wolf, and Eastern Plains's champion, Rocky!" The announcement shed some light on the man's identification. I figure that Theo is his name and Rabid Wolf his nickname. However, something strikes me as odd. The moment I draw closer to the cage, I can sense that he is a werewolf but his wolf has been suppressed for a while. Probably black magic or silver.

I focus a bit more and notice that one of the wolves is Sylas; he has to be fighting Laslo. Sylas is a huge gray wolf, bigger than Laslo’s white wolf. Laslo’s wolf is swiping at Sylas, and his claws connect here and there. Sylas twists his body and kicks Laslo’s wolf, sending it flying into a tree. Laslo’s wolf lays at the base of the tree, sprawled out. Sylas marches to the tree base and hovers over Laslo’s wolf, snarling and biting. His jaw reaches over and grabs at the white wolf’s neck.

“Elena!?- “It was my wolf”

Reyland replied evenly. “Hmph,” Dorien scoffed, turning from his brother and downing the rest of the beer. He belched loudly and gripped the edge of the island as he swayed lightly. It took something special to make a wolf tipsy. With their rapid metabolism and healing abilities, it was not an easy feat. Reyland’s beer was strong. Just half a bottle could make the most steady wolves unstable – whatever was in Reyland’s beer made wolves extra tipsy. Dorien stood and staggered forward. As he fell, Reyland grabbed for him. The young alpha pivoted slightly, snatched the blood in his brother’s hand, and took a swig, consuming a quarter of the content.

Jossie's POV: There is a beer produced by werewolves called, 'Wolfweiser.' It's brewed and spiked with wolfsbane. It's about the only beer wolves prefer. Because, its effects on us are stronger than the average beer. The cans are purple with the logo in bold gold. There is a wolf howling towards the moon on it. Wolfweiser is used at large backyard parties. There are a few knock-off brands but nothing beats drinking a Wolfweiser. Before I left Nathalie's apartment she gave me a can. "Don't come into work today. Just stay home and try to relax," she insisted. "Drink one of these if you feel like you're about to shift and give me a call."

The fact was that I had forgotten all about him since the moment I had seen Wolfie come in but who was I to correct him if this was what he wanted to believe? Sucking my stomach in to create a place for the liquid to be poured and not spill I felt the cool tequila being poured into my belly button and over my skin. The crowd cheered and burst out in energy at watching me lay there before them but I was busy trying to catch a glimpse of Wolfie. The crowd was really thick and I couldn’t see him but since the bar was on a higher elevated platform I was sure that I as visible to him. Well I hope this would make him give up. Nobody wants to date a wolf girl, all they want is a night of good fuck

She stood still, trying to resist the force but it overwhelmed her and forced her to the ground. "Arrrhh!" She roared as she changed into a Witch-Wolf, as huge as a bear. She jumped around with force, sniffing around her. Some men were sitting at a corner, drinking from some bottles on the floor. They were speaking gibberish as they nodded their head from left to right in rhythm to music playing from a Small stereo. "What is that thing by the corner of the road?" One of them asked with squinting eyes, pointing at a creature by the road.

"But why? I'm not a part of a pack." "You weren't part of a pack," James corrected. "As a wolf you will never attack a human. That would draw questions and make people start looking up here, not to mention the moral consequences of murder. An outcast wolf doesn't feel that way. He saw you and thought food, easy prey." "So he was going to eat me..." Clara shivered. "Yes, but we knew a lone wolf was close to our lands, someone spotted him recently so we expanded our patrol. I was able to kill him before he finished you off, but we weren't able to make it before he bit you."

I say who are you Wolf warrior he screamed If you truly are a wolf warrior ,let me see you go five hundred push ups while carrying Stella on your back ,someone go call me Stella i scream st the top of my voice . Trust me no one would like to carry Stella on their back ,not even lone with all his body build and strong muscles ,Stella is the largest she wolf in human form in my pack ,she's three times my size ,its not like she's chubby or anything of such and has the unusual size from eating too much ,she was born that way ,extra large from birth , finally Stella show's up and at the sight of her the wolf warrior gets up and start running away from her, "Please alpha Rosa please don't make

Despite the fact that the werewolf standing in front of me was truly the very focus of a woman's dream in all external signs. The short-sleeved black T-shirt hugged the broad shoulders and the relief of a pile of muscles, awakening quite unambiguous fantasies in my long-suffering brain. Dark hair without any troubles about trends in fashionable haircuts beckoned me to grab it with my fingers and never let go until its owner makes me die of orgasm. “I belong to the alpha of the gray wolf clan!” - blurted out the most brilliant idea of ​​all, which she was capable of, contrary to her own thoughts.