Author Michael Wolff Novels & Stories

“I met him in the grass by the roadside, and I just met him not long ago.” “About how many hours ago?” Selina can't remember exactly when. She replied roughly, "About three or four hours ago." "You lied" Wolfgang suddenly changed his voice to anger, and he said provoking words to Selina to expose her loophole. "Robert confessed everything, and you can't get over the police?" No matter how he said it, he still didn't believe he was a mistake because Wolf's scent was so unique that even a brief collision could leave a smell on the opponent.

The shock in Michael's eyes was quick to melt away, replaced by arrogance. “Like you said, there is no evidence to support your claims. What's to say you are not throwing out these accusations out of envy, or from the fact that you have a score to settle with me? But, if you so desperately wish to cling to straws, feel free to take it up with the werewolf council. But I assure you that would be a waste of time as I will be found innocent either way.” He smirked and straightened his suit. Before I could respond, Olivia walked forward to join us. I saw amusement dance in Michael's eyes as he laughed.

Azalea queried. "Isn't that impossible? William is trying to make us look bad on purpose. Michael, that idiot, was so dense and even agreed on becoming his best man. I am fuming with anger upon thinking about people badmouthing me in secret." "Meadow, please calm down as Michael was left with no choice. William is from the Howard family and he is also the president of Wolf Group. He also happens to be on very good terms with the Saunders family. Besides, he has the support of the Floyd family as well. No one would be daring enough to get onto his nerve."

"We are not going to punch a computer or a human and get all these information." "Then we do it the werewolf way and make use of our nose. We sniff him out," I groaned, sick of the smell of contempt coming from Michael. "This meeting is adjourned, let's get to work," I said, before whispering to Michael. "Don't give wrong information or information that will get innocent people killed." I turned my back to the pack members and walked leisurely towards the exit door. My words triggered Michael, causing the hate he had for me run deep. He ran after me with protruding claws and a fierce growl.

Mo spat, licking the blood from her muzzle. The remaining wolves froze. Their leader was down. "Still want to play?" I taunted, stepping over their fallen comrades. A few exchanged glances. And then—one by one—they backed away. Mo let out a disappointed huff. "Cowards." I didn’t stop them. I had no time to waste on stragglers. Michael was running. And I was done letting him escape.

“Aren’t you angry I killed your best friend? Aren’t you angry I made him suffer more than what was necessary? Had I ripped his heart out, it would have been much quicker, yet I chose to burn him alive…” “Stop it!” The werewolf growled, gripping his hair tightly, his eyes blackening briefly. “Michael!” Kyle admonished in a sad tone of his own. “Just come at me,” Blake taunted, flicking his right hand in a goading manner, “I’ll take it easy on you. I’ll only block and dodge your attacks.” A few angry growls later, Michael changed, only to break into a run in the opposite direction, disappearing into the lushest part of the forest.

As soon as they were out in the hallway, Michael grabbed Fiona's shoulders and said urgently, "Fi, you have to trust me on this. Don't get involved with Wilson!" "What does Wilson have to do with anything?" "Wilson is a system operative!" Michael replied. Looking straight into Fiona's eyes, he continued, "You're just his mission target. The feelings he has for you are all a lie!" Fiona stiffened.

This room barely had any fresh air. He had to finish his business here as soon as possible. With quick steps and movements he began to dismantle the large cupboard in the room. The cupboard was filled with old books, most of them looking like journals. Hugo pulled out some of the journals and placed them on the table. The man flipped through the journal, looking for notes that mentioned the words “wolvire”, “red moon” and “Kliwon Friday”.

~Valeria~ Michael was already waiting by the library entrance when I got there, leaning against the brick wall scrolling through his phone completely unaware of the fact that he made Lysander lose his entire mind yesterday. "Hey," I greeted, walking up. "Thanks for not bailing out on me." "No problem," Michael said, putting his phone away. He looked tired, like he hadn't slept much. "Your dad mentioned you wanted to look into the Dark Wolf King's history. I've got some contacts who might have access to older texts."

"Camden, Arlington, Fergus, and Orson." Michael said the names without hesitation. Regardless of whether his suspicions turned out to be true, he couldn't afford to voice them recklessly. He could lose his head for it if he accused someone without proof. And that was the problem—evidence. What kind of evidence did Michael have? The royal wolves had immense power. They could twist the truth to their advantage, and a young wolf like Michael could be easily disposed of.