Wolfish Grin Novelas e Histórias

To love - did not love, but to have - had, which did not really help him. - Love me all night! - Gray whistled, pulling himself up to the noise along with several other motorcyclists, eagerly looking at the impressive arsenal. He looked mischievously at me and chuckled. - Lucky you, Grishka! he remarked. The lips of the wolfhound were touched by a smile, and the cosmos in the eyes took on the shade of fire that was intended for me alone. - And how! he replied.

’ A bulky chestnut colored wolf with gold markings linked his trio. **Kugri** ‘What do they want out here, with us? Don't they have enough in their bowls dealing with the Rogues?’ A smaller gray wolf growled. **Moon** ‘Their intentions are good as far as for them being in our presence. That makes them worthy of talking to.’ A pale, almost invisible wolf asked quietly. **Shyfter**

I growled moodily. She raised her brows, her face lighting up with amusement. "I like you." She wagged her finger at me. "So, tell me. What were you thinking about just then? You know us wolves can smell a lie, right?" Her glossy red lips curled up over her teeth in a shit-eating grin.

He stops just short of touching distance, green eyes burning under the light—those same eyes flecked with gold, like sunlight caught in the cracks of something much darker. His eyes meet mine, and a smile spreads across his face. “You look like shit,” he says casually, lips curling into that slow, slanted grin. I smile back, my lips still leaking blood. “Still prettier than your new whore.” I feel it—the bond flinching like a cut nerve. A twitch down the tether he refuses to sever. His wolf recoils, subtle but real. His eyes narrow, and that smile falters into something hungrier.

My breath hitched painfully in my throat, and I moved closer to the man before me without even thinking. “No one is going to save you,” the wolf said, glaring at me with a look so vile it made my stomach turn violently. “First, we’ll finally have our fun with you, the way we’ve wanted to for years,” he said, his grin turning more sickening as his eyes roamed over me disgustingly. “And then… We’ll keep going until we’re done with you,” he added, licking his lips in a way so filthy and revolting that nausea twisted hard in my stomach.

"You're still young and inexperienced. What makes you think you could take me alone, much less along with Damian? I think you're getting ahead of yourself, and it'll be my pleasure to put fools like you in your place." The tension between the two wolves simmered, the air thickening with the promise of impending confrontation. Grinjo, with a determined glint in his glowing red eyes, began the transformative process into his own wolf form. A massive ash wolf emerged, its red eyes gleaming in the moonlight. While as large as Jake, Grinjo lacked the same intimidating presence.

Silver is one of the few weaknesses of werewolves. I looked around as i realise that this is probably the pack torture chamber. I covered my mouth as I watched this man literally laying on his own dirt. Before I knew it, he turned his head towards me in a slow and bizarre motion. His eyes are no longer looking alive. He raised his hand a bit as i watch his skin disintegrate under the silver chain and healed just to go through the same torture all over again. “You..” he whispered with a hoarse voice. “It’s because of you.”

I raised my head and looked at the youngest. He was grinning, with a terrifying smile pulled up his lips. I staggered back immediately, my claws growing out. “Why the F are you smiling? Where is the youngest? Who are you and what have you done to him?” he was still smiling. He didn’t reply anything I said. It only made me pissed. “Answer that question you son of a bitch!!!” I yelled. The wolf flinched, pursing his lips like he was surprised but amused at the same time. That reaction. For some reason I instantly recognized it.

However, I understood the very language he was speaking—Wolfish. I was very shocked to hear him say, "Finally, this woman's flesh is plump enough for feeding! I'm going to share her with the pack tonight!" My body stiffened abruptly, and my hands and feet went icy-cold at that moment. Felix noticed my stiffness, but he didn't let go. Instead, he tightened his arm around me and rubbed the tip of his nose against my carotid artery, which was pulsing hard against my flesh. I felt a warm, wet tongue against my skin, leaving behind a slightly sticky trail behind.