The 94 Unfinished Works of Nameless Wolf - A Compendium
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Chapter 4D - Out of the Fire and into the Smoke
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Breaking The Monotony
"hello again, nameless wolf" i say stating that i don't know his name. "oh sorry, my name's caine" his voice as mesmerizing as it was originally.
One night.... (The unoficial continuation)
That and other tid-bits of random fact were floating around in my brain as i mercilessly stalked the still nameless wolf.
One night.... (The unoficial continuation) pt2
Soon after turning my head however, the nameless wolf scurried away from my prying eyes.
Wolf Springs High School
I couldn't help but give a giggle at that, to which the nameless wolf seemed pleased to have humored me. "wait, i still don't know you're name." i turned and asked."like i said, its whatever you want it to be." "ugh..." i grunted. "ugh?
The House on Lonesome Hill
It was the nameless wolf.
From Hell
The nameless wolf nodded and pulled a few bucks out of his pocket. i counted them, 30, right. "where?" i asked. "in my car, right there", said the wolf. he pointed to the parking lot and he walked over. i followed. "what's your name, guy?"
The Furry Dead Chapter XX - The Battle of Amarthane
The nameless wolf reached out toward her, trying to call her to him so he could do something for one little girl, save one lost soul from the hell he'd unleashed here.
Ryan Onyx: The Transition
Ryan expected to cry out, but instead, moaned around one of the nameless wolf's cocks. his own was rock hard, and bobbed a little. his pants were on the ground, in a pile with the others.
Broken, part 3
Another gush of precum coated her tongue when the nameless wolf in her throat pulled out to let her taste it, and she did, purring with delight as the taste of pure lupine sex soaked into her tastebuds.
The Late Train Home
Ryder and the nameless wolf froze, as if that would save them from being spotted if anyone were to join their carriage. they waited with bated breath for somebody to appear, knowing it was far too late to disentangle themselves completely.