#werewolf ghost

[rimfaxe]

"What breed my dog is? oh like... a wolf hybrid? pretty big... XD"

I had planned on getting through atleast 2 ghoap ideas tonight but i spent 7 hours on this one XD been readin some werewolf ghost recently and been atleast a decade since i last drew a werewolf so i had to.

something feels off about soaps full body but it might also be that ghost makes him seem... short X3. But i like Ghosts legs too much not to show the whole drawing.

[blue0nion]

Full moons sometimes have their downsides 🐺

More of a self indulgent sketch from last week

[rs-hawk]

Oh my god, my HEART 😭😭 PLEASE, I hope you make a part two. Ghost has already been through so much already, we can't just leave him 😭😭😭😭

Okay, apparently I made a mistake based off of my inbox rn. Lol. This one was the first one I got so using it to post part two. Maybe… maybe I’ll be nice… Maybe 😈

“You should have never let her go!” Simon’s voice broke the fragile silence of the infirmary.

Kyle and Gary weren’t hard to patch up, especially with how fast they healed. Gary was a werewolf like Simon, which was why they were so often glued to each other on missions. Kyle was an elf, so after the blood transfusion, he was basically fine.

You, on the other hand, had died in Simon’s arms. He and Price had carried you to the Jeep, with Simon cradling your cooling body the entire way back to camp. He did everything he could, convincing himself that putting pressure on the wounds was enough; even though your non-beating heart could no longer pump blood out of the holes in your body.

Price shook his head, knowing that Ghost was hurting. He wasn’t taking any of it personally. “Riley-.”

“No!” Ghost’s voice broke as he leaned back against the wall, his body trembling. He felt so small. So helpless. Like a child. He had worked so hard to never feel like this again, but here he was, unable to help the one person who was meant for him. “I’m sorry, sir. I know she was just doing her job,” he finally whispered.

“We’ll call her folks. Get her body sent back… you can take your leave to go with her,” was all Price could say, patting Ghost’s shoulder before walking away.

Someone should have checked on Ghost. Should have known he wouldn’t just accept that there was someone else he loved that he couldn’t save.

Soap was a vampire, and Ghost was at his door immediately. He sighed, “Riley, I can’t,” he said before Ghost even got the words out. “Her blood is poisonous. I could die, or fuck, I don’t know if she would even survive the change. She might only be able to feed off of people with her kind of blood, whatever makes it the way that it is, and I’ve never encountered it before. She could starve to death.”

“Fuck. Fuck!” was all he said before he stormed off.

No, the necromancer nurse in the infirmary couldn’t do it. It was against her contract.

The demon who worked in the mess hall wasn’t that high ranking. He couldn’t make that kind of deal.

The ghoul who processed paperwork was just cranky offended Ghost would even ask, as if that was how it worked.

The zombie sergeant in one of the other squads just went on a rant about how it was people like Ghost that kept zombies from being able to acclimate back into society.

No one thought to tell Price.

The next day, Kyle was getting dressed when Ghost burst in. “What the-.”

“You owe me,” Ghost said as he grabbed him by the collar of his underwear shirt, slamming him against the wall. “And you owe her.”

“I can’t-“

“That necromancer you fucked in the village,” Ghost cut him off, slamming him against the wall again. “Get her over here.”

“Simon, man,” Kyle sighed, leaning his head back against the wall.

“I can’t live without her. She told me she loved me,” Ghost whispered, his hands starting to go slack. “I didn’t, I didn’t even get to say it back.”

“Fuck,” Kyle groaned as Simons hands fell from his shirt. “Fine. Fuck! Fine, okay? I’ll call the psycho.”

Ghost didn’t respond, just turned heal to go back to the morgue where your body was being held. Your skin was so cold and ashy from the lack of blood and life. It made his throat swell.

He had given Kyle back the bracelet at some point, but he didn’t even remember when. During the time he had been basically begging someone to save you, he had stopped by your dorm, snatching the necklace your mother gave you before you joined the military. You only wore it on your few days off, not wanting to risk anything happening to it. Now it burned his skin, keeping him mostly human. At least he could focus on you.

Price meant it when he said that Ghost could go on leave with your body. He put it in as an emergency, so he wasn’t looking for him. Assuming that he needed the time and space ti grieve the mate bond. Kyle knew he should have told Price, but he had never seen Ghost look so broken. Even after all the things they had done, he had never seen him look like that. Sound like that. There was a part of him that was afraid that this would really break him.

So, there Kyle was, sneaking his clingy booty call onto the base. She was whispering in his pinched ear, her cool hands trailing down his stomach to the pint he had to repeatedly slap her away.

“Just, help out my buddy, ‘ight? Then we’ll talk about later,” Kyle grumbled as he slipped her into the morgue.

Ghost’s ears perked up, and for the first time in almost two days, Kyle saw Simon without his mask on. His face was buried in his hands, his dark eyes bloodshot with his dirty blonde hair peeking out from where the mask was pushed up to his forehead.

“That her?” Simon croaked out., jerking his head towards the necromancer.

Her face softened as she walked over to Simon and peered into the drawer where your body was. “Your mate, huh?’

“Yeah.”

“This one’s on me, Gaz,” she said over her shoulder, patting the top of Simon’s head like a dog. “Go wait outside, dearie. You don’t want to watch this.”

He knew he should have let you rest. Shouldn’t have begged someone to rip your soul back from wherever it went and shoved it back into a body that was already starting to decay. But he couldn’t. He had to have you back. It was selfish, but didn’t he deserve to be selfish, for once?

“Oi! Fuck that stings,” your voice cut through the cold air that was spilling out from the ajar door of the morgue.

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[sixleggedboar]

Ah shit König a monsterfucker!

Thats a cool comic tho, please do make more I speak for myself on this but that was interesting as fuck and would love to know more :)

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But keep in mind dear theblackwolfalpha, König’s a Monster himself it just has not come up yet. They’re both monsterfuckers :]

I honestly have no timeline or plan for these, so all you get is glimpses. This time from König’s pov (thats why the style shifted) and with one of my favourite enemies to lovers tropes.

[readbads]

a Good Boy wagging his tail...

[lemonwrap]

Imagine: werewolf Ghost turning Soap to save his life.

The mission to find Makarov goes to shit. Ghost isn’t there in time to prevent Soap from being shot. He is there in time to see Makarov fire a bullet straight through Soap’s skull, to see his beloved sergeant crumple to the ground like a sack of bricks.

He’s over to Soap’s side in a flash, clutching him close and calling his name frantically as the blood pours out. Soap is quickly dying, and there’s nothing he can do.

No, there’s one thing.

He shifts faster than he ever has in his life, in less than thirty seconds. A werewolf’s bite does nothing unless they’re in their wolf form. His clothes and gear are torn to shreds, and he pays no mind to Gaz and Price nearby as he grabs Soap’s arm, and, in a fit of desperation, sinks his teeth in.

It was the one thing he vowed he would never do. He would never turn a human. But he can’t let Soap go, he can’t just not do the one thing that could save his life. With a werewolf’s superior healing, Soap might have a chance.

Soap doesn’t die, but it’s a damn near thing. They take him to a nearby hospital, get him admitted and under the care of multiple doctors.

That was three days ago. It’s common knowledge that a human bitten by a shifted werewolf would turn within three days, and Ghost hopes that Soap is still unconscious when it happens, because the first time is a terrifying, painful process. He had been turned by Roba in his twenties. All day, he watches Soap carefully, but the man shows no signs of waking up from his medically induced coma.

Soap doesn’t wake up for another two weeks. When he does, he’s confused and utterly disoriented, and doesn’t recognize Ghost or the rest of the 141. Ghost pretends it doesn’t hurt. Even so, Ghost tells him that he had bitten Soap to save him, and Soap understands, is grateful even, thanking Ghost.

Despite his initial condition, Soap’s healing is remarkable. After a week, he recognizes his comrades again, and seems to be relieved of some of the confusion he had experienced. The wound near his temple begins to close up.

Ghost spends most of his days in Soap’s room. That room is where Soap and Ghost share their first kiss, Soap’s shaking hands grasping at Ghost’s jacket as their lips meet, Ghost whispering a soft Johnny against his lips.

Soap healed extraordinarily well, but even the healing powers of a werewolf can’t fully diminish the off and on numbness in his limbs, tremors, mood swings, and brain fog.

They medically discharge him.

Soap goes home to Scotland, and Ghost follows. For a week, they settle in, but Soap shows no signs of transforming, despite his apparent possession of a werewolf’s regenerative abilities.

It’s a good day when Soap shifts for the first time. He’s bright and happy, like the sergeant Ghost knew before, and his confusion is almost entirely gone. His tremors lessen, and Soap hasn’t complained of the numbness that sometimes annoyed him.

What he does complain about is the sudden onset of a full-body ache, as if his bones themselves are throbbing. He becomes suddenly irritable, clawing at his skin and hair and pacing, snapping at Ghost and groaning in pain.

These are signs he knows. Soap’s going to transform, and he’s going to transform quick now that it’s set in.

“Ghost, w-what do I do?!” Soap stammers, looking like he’s trying not to panic, his eyes wide and filled with fear. He’s never seen Soap panic before.

“Just relax, Johnny,” Ghost says soothingly, because he knows there’s nothing he can do other than support him. Nothing can stop lycanthropy except death. “It’ll be alright.”

“It hurts!” Soap cries out sharply, and then his cry becomes a choked sound not unlike a growl. He drops to his knees and hunches over, putting his hands on his head and gripping his hair between his fingers.

And then he starts to shift.

His mouth elongates into a snarling muzzle, baring sharp white canines, his ears lengthen and migrate to the top of his head, and the hair he’s holding between his fingers turns into fur. Soap sobs and says something that sounds like Ghost’s name, but then his vocal chords change, too, and it turns into a throaty bark. His spine and bones lengthen and grow denser, his fingernails morph into sharp claws, and a tail grows out of his spine as patches of fur grow over his skin.

It’s a few harrowing moments filled with Soap’s agonized cries and whines that make up Soap’s first shift. Ghost knows the feeling, and his stomach knots with sympathy. His own first shift had been one of the most painful things he had ever experienced.

Now fully shifted, Soap is huge, easily eight feet tall when standing upright, with a brown pelt just like his hair, a stripe along his back, long limbs, sharp claws, and a fluffy tail. His wild blue eyes, alight with fear, fixate on Ghost. Ghost tenses, nearly expecting Soap to try to attack him. He knows Soap could rip him apart before he’d have the chance to shift and fight back. That’s what he did to Roba, after all.

Soap does no such thing.

Instead, Soap lets out a whimper and curls in on himself, his tail going between his legs and his claws digging scratches into the floor. He doesn’t look like an eight foot tall killing machine, he looks like a kicked puppy.

“Johnny?” Ghost says quietly.

Soap’s blue eyes glance over to him, and he lets out another pleading whimper. His eyes hold a look of betrayal, of sorrow, of why me? His jaws open and something strangled comes out, like Soap’s trying to speak, but Ghost knows that they can’t, not in this form.

“Oh, Johnny,” he murmurs, and cautiously steps forward. He knows it’s dangerous to get in another werewolf’s space like this, but it’s Soap. When it comes to Soap, all rational thoughts fly out the window.

He reaches forward and gently touches Soap’s arm. Soap stiffens, and Ghost thinks he’s fucked up big time until Soap stumbles onto his hind legs, nuzzles into the crook of Ghost’s neck, and wraps his arms around Ghost. His claws catch on Ghost’s clothing and dig in as he grips Ghost tightly, and Ghost is momentarily stunned. He had acted in no such manner the first time he had shifted.

“See, Johnny? I told you it’d be alright,” Ghost says softly when he gets over his brief moment of surprise.

Soap stays shifted for the rest of the day, and shifts back as soon as his body is able.

It’s from there that Ghost teaches Soap how to handle his werewolf form. He transforms with Soap often, and they travel through the fields near Soap’s cabin, wrestle, play, and bond.

Ghost has never felt as understood or happy in his entire life. It’s a good life, what they’ve made for themselves.

[meowmeowriley]

I need yall to know i have two separate werewolf Ghost ideas I'm working on simultaneously and they're nothing alike and I love them both.

One is hurt comfort, the other is weird porn, they cannot be the same fic so you're gonna get two I guess cause I couldn't pick one. So stay tuned for that.

[roryacker]

part 5 continues to win the battle over my brain but I can draw for once so!! Dog!!!

original image from animal-photo-references.com/Exotic Animal Photo Reference Repository, I needed a reference and when I saw the expression on this wolf's face I knew I had found the one

I'm still smoothing out the design. My back hurts. It's cold and my arthritis is acting up. I simply want to lay down. But I did get this done so that's nice. Part 5 is comin soon I promise. You ain't gonna see it comin I swear. God I hate burnout