Romans & histoires Wolfish Grin

I craved him, and even my wolf yearned for him, but I understood he wouldn't be ready for that just yet, so I decided not to bring it up. As he finally broke free from the kiss, he locked his blue eyes onto my green ones and flashed a smile that showcased his perfectly white teeth. "My wolf wanted me to let you know that you've made the right choice," he said, his smile widening. "He also wishes to express his gratitude for choosing us."

Dante murmured to himself, eyes gleaming, ears flushed red, his wolf clawing just beneath the surface. He grinned, wide and wicked as his head tipped back against the wall. “Now there’s no way to turn back…”

He knew who it was without looking, the three wolves that were on the watch. “I bet that sober you up, lad.” He said wearing a mischievous grin and the man stared at them, instinctively his fingers scraped into the yellow sand and picking up as much of the yellow grains he could he pinned it to their face. Then he got a metal flanged onto his back.

The way his icy grey orbs linger on her or the way he gaze at her make her wanted to crawl under her bed and never come out. In all these days she never saw him smiling so laughing is not even an option and whenever she saw something on his emotionless face, it is an evil smirk, even tho it is the slight twitch of the corner of his lips but still it is the most dangerous thing she ever saw or felt. Instead of letting her go, his lips slowly twitched up in a smile which soon changed into a wolfish grin and than into a full blown laughter. His chest rumbled with laughter. She stared at him with wide eyes.

Looking out onto the sea of snarling faces, a wave of exhilaration surged within me. Jayleen stood at the forefront, his warriors forming a formidable line behind him. He wore a face of calm determination, a striking contrast to the threatening growls of his pack. I addressed the Silver Pack, my voice booming across the forest, "Ready to watch your Alpha die tonight?" I asked, the corners of my lips curling into a cruel smile. Their reaction was instantaneous. A chorus of growls erupted, their wolves emerging at the surface. Their eyes, a striking gold, glowed fiercely in the moonlight. It was a sight to behold, an orchestra of defiance, loyalty, and strength.

He slappedhim. "Damn it!" Gray Wolf cursed angrily, and two of his teeth were taken off, spitting out blood mixed with it.

I hiss, and growl at people in hopes to scare them away. My head snaps toward the door, and I grab the fluffy blue and white thing. I held it in front of myself, startled by the wolf entering the room, and I hissed him. My heart hammered in my chest, and I almost let out a breath of relief when I recognized the handsome face, who seemed to smile at me every time I hiss or growl. Why did he do that? I'm hissing and growling... It's supposed to be intimidating, a warning!... And yet he smiles every time I do it... I don't get it.

His voice was quiet and very dangerous. I frowned, straightening as much as the chains would allow. “No.” I held his gaze. “Should I?” He smiled then, but it wasn’t joy. It was the kind of smile a wolf makes when it’s about to rip out a throat. “I figured as much.” He stepped closer until the tips of his boots nearly touched the tips of mine. I didn’t move. My wolf was pacing under my skin, wanting to lunge, but I kept him leashed for now.

What they see makes them pause, disbelief seizing their faces. Oto, the large, dark-furred wolf, growls fiercely at the Major Archon. His eyes gleam with a wild, defiant light. His jaws are open, displaying his sharp fangs in a clear sign of rejection. The Major Archon attempts to connect with him, but Oto resists. His growl intensifies, a sound that reverberates in the air, full of challenge and defiance.

Things squirt. The wolf grins at me. Blood and brain matter drip from his fangs as he wags his tail. I sink to my butt. My wolf hangs her tongue out as far as it’ll go. She’d spit if she could. She doesn’t like the taste of viscera. Killian’s wolf pads closer.