Author Michael Wolff Novels & Stories

Michael’s Wolf struggled against Klaus but it couldn’t shake off the weight of the bigger wolf. Klaus raised his claw and took a deep swipe at Michael’s midsection. It was a gory sight. If this continued for much longer, Michael would die. I needed to stop this but I was still unable to talk. Nothing good would come out of Klaus killing Michael, regardless of the circumstances.

He was gone. 'He isn’t here.' Michael reported to the two wolves above. 'Status?' 'Three Wild Shore wolves have been dispatched. The alarm hasn’t been sounded yet.' 'Good work. Get everything relayed to Beta Rowan and proceed with the attack.' Michael sighed and drew a knife from his pocket. It was time to strike Wild Shore. He turned to return to his warriors, when a shadow moved on the back wall. Instantly he was alert, slipping into a defensive stance, waiting for his eyes to confirm if it had been a trick of the light or danger was headed his way. His rushed his torch light over the space, all attention focused on that one area.

With a wave, they walked away from the rest of the crew. Sophia exchanged glances with Stella and Mike, a small smile forming on her lips. “What did I miss?” Mike laughed and shrugged. “They got close.” “Yup. Being seeing each other a lot. “Wow,” Sophia whispered. “I’m glad Nate moved on.” Stella nudged her in the ribs. “No need to sound so happy,” she joked then turned serious. “I’m sure that Wolffe, wherever he is is thinking about you too.”

After he spoke tears streamed down Raine's eyes and spoke as his voice quivered. "The......the moon goddess..... lied all along." "Yes.....dad." The they embraced each other while Allex, Allistair and Alexander joined in. Also their friends Marrion, Blaine, Sheryn and Tyrel. After the warm reunion, Michael also speak. "I too am not fully a werewolf. I am the Archangel Michael brother of Lucifer." After he spoke gasp echoed across the room. "That is why your aura is too pure Alpha." The Pope and Olgana both said.

Everywhere was silent now. Nobody was laughing anymore. My wolf let out a pleased growl. They never learn. Michael recovered quickly. His expression twisted into something dangerous. He spat to the side, nostrils flaring. “Not bad,” he admitted, rolling his injured shoulder. “But let’s see if you can handle this.” He charged.

“I can’t just—“ Michael cut him off with a sneer. “I wasn’t giving you a suggestion werewolf , it’s an order, poison now, take her, and leave… she’s causing way more trouble than she’s worth. You either get rid of her or we will stop paying you all those millions for the island you’re buying.”

Michael leaves short notes all around the alpha's den and sends small gifts to Jone's workspace almost every single day, just little items that remind his wolf of the omega. Just yesterday, Michael sent a basket of sweet black root candy to Jone's office at the Hale Wolf Riders Guild with a short note attached. The note reminded Jone of the time he ground up the bitter root and dumped it directly into Michael's coffee machine at the Alpha Council Hall because they were competing hard for a new territory acquisition. Michael had graciously backed away from the land after that little prank, telling the whole pack that Jone had ruined that flavor for his wolf forever. Michael's note said that e

This wasn't a shared kill. Slowly, deliberately, the great timber wolf took two steps back. He didn't leave. He turned slightly, positioning himself across the shattered doorway, blocking the exit. He was guarding my kill. Acknowledgment. Respect. Partnership. I turned my full attention to Michael. He was whimpering now, thrashing weakly against the shadow-bonds.

he had already concluded a lot of things. “ I don't think I can handle all these news tonight while being fully sober,” Michael stared at him in horror before grabbing a bottle on the table and emptying it into his mouth. “ Enough about me, I'm more curious about you, Amil,” Mirio turned his attention to me. “ There's no way you'd want us to go for a drink for no reason.” “ I'm just as curious you know,” Michael hiccupped. “ I forgot to ask you, why did you release your pheromones in front of that cute omega again… what was his name again?” He tried recalling.

The message is long, typed in careful paragraphs. To Hayden Wolfe, I watched your press conference. I'm one of the men who came forward after. My name is Michael. I'm 29. I’m married, with two kids. I was 13 when Rachel Gregory started working at my school as a counsellor. She was kind at first. Then she wasn't. She did the same things to me she did to you. The drugs. The touching. The filming. The way she made you feel like you wanted it. Like you deserved it.