Author Michael Wolff Novels & Stories

"You have qualities no one else possesses." "You should be more confident, instead of belittling yourself." His words warmed my heart, filling me with confidence. I lifted my head, meeting his gaze. "I like you too," I said softly, "For a long time." We smiled, our eyes locking. Then, we embraced tightly. His embrace was warm and solid, giving me a sense of safety and happiness. Michael POV I knew the wine had Blood of Wolfsbane. As the strongest werewolf, I could detect any poison, but I didn’t question it.

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 may let one punch slide, but he wouldn’t allow a second. “Erik.” He greeted as if there wasn’t a tang of iron in his mouth. Though the Mountain Forest wolf didn’t match his size, Michael knew he was strong, likely second strongest of the contestants aside from himself. It was a shame he had thrown the competition early on. His features were twisted, a snarl threatening to come free if not for their need to be quiet. Not many could face Erik when he was angry, but Michael patiently waited for him to get it out of his system.

I smiled back and tried not to scurry upstairs to the office. I was still getting used to that. “Levi?” I asked, entering the office. I frowned when I noticed both Michael and Rita there as well. Levi with a 500-megawatt smile, Michael trying to calm the waters and Rita looking like she was ready to kill my mate. Nothing unusual then… “Everything OK?” I asked, wondering if Michael needed help smoothing out the waves between his mate and brother. “I found something about Dire Wolves,” Michael said, trying for a neutral-business tone, and gestured to the book Levi held. “It’s not much, as we already expected, but---”

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.

Michael's face turned pale in an instant and cold sweat dripped from his forehead. Skyler said, “Mr. White, my patience is limited.” Michael's brows twitched fiercely, and he quickly reached out to wipe the cold sweat from his forehead. After that, he said forcefully, “I can give you the things, President Moore, but I'll only do it after Lily and Chad get married.” Michael was smart and Stuart was not an ordinary person in Mauve City. In such a short period, he could collect enough evidence and report Stuart, so it showed how powerful he was, and he was definitely not someone that ordinary people could offend.

“I have already sent out spies. They will send the results as soon as possible. It's not easy to get into Mikael's secure server. He has nearly the same safety as Rafael Wagner's." “Damn it!” Anderson clenched his fists, "since when did he have the ability like Rafael Wagner?" Rafael Wagner… who is he? "Mikael's security is not easy to hack even though we have mastered the system." The man in front of Anderson shook his head, “It takes quite a long time to get results. I don't think we can get it tonight."

“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