Author Michael Wolff Novels & Stories

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.

Instead, he focused his attention on Ivanka. He thought. “Wisteria. Why does this woman look so familiar? Have we ever met?” Soon, Michael also walked back. Jonah curled his lips into a faint smirk as he looked at his slightly darkened face. “I had no idea you were such a good racer, Mr. Barkworth. I’m impressed.” Michael cast an indifferent glance at him and said, “You flatter me, Mr. Sadler.” He sat down as soon as he finished speaking. This time, he did not seem to have any intention of leaving.

A bluff. Michael took a slow breath, then smirked. “You’re wasting your time, Aaron.” Aaron raised an eyebrow. “Oh?” “The codes?” Michael let out a chuckle. “They’re already gone.” Aaron’s smile faltered. Michael pressed forward. “I destroyed them last night.” His voice was steady, confident. “Even if I wanted to give them to you, I can’t.” Aaron’s expression darkened. “You’re lying.” Michael shrugged. “Am I?”

He didn't react but only smiled. "Deal." Responding in a flat tone, he turned towards the kitchen as I headed out the door. I didn't trust him, but at least I knew we had a day or so before things could get deadly. Earlier, Michael contacted me as soon as word hit the air, and seeing that little blue wisp like string around the wolf's wrist, just confirmed it. He couldn't see it, but anyone associated with Heaven or Oblivion could and it wasn't always a good thing for either party.

My wolf howled for more, and I reacted to it. “More,” I said, my body arching into his, fingers tangling in his hair. “Please.” Michael’s breathing was ragged now, his control slipping. I could see it in his darkened eyes — his wolf was right there beneath the surface, straining to break free. “Are you sure?” His forehead rested against mine, his voice hoarse. “Once we do this… there’s no turning back.” I cupped his face, my thumb brushing along his jaw. His skin was burning — just like mine.

He chuckled softly, shaking his head as though I were a child who’d said something foolish. “You’ll kill me?” he repeated, his tone mocking. “Tell me, Killian, who really has the upper hand here? You?” He gestured lazily behind me. “I could snatch her from right behind you before you blink,” he sneered. “I have of the precious wizards captured, and an army of men at my back? Who has the upper hand, Killian Wolfe?” I clenched my teeth, refusing to flinch at his words. “Never,” Michael growled suddenly, his hand sparking brighter with magic.

That's what life is and the sooner we come to accept that , the more we can appreciate people for who they are . Michael gasps over exaggeratively . " Does .. this mean .. you don't count on me ? " He pouts with a hmph sound . " That depends . Have you done anything useful today ? " He points to the cooler . " We may be werewolves but this shit is heavy as fuck . I carried it for a whole kilometer . With no noise . " I raised my eyebrow at the no noise part . " Almost no noise " He corrects himself . I give him a small pat on the back and it seemed to do the trick .

It wasn't that Michael didn't like the flowers Lauren had brought him, it was that Alexa's safety was at risk when she met Lauren who was so obsessed with her. "These ugly flowers, how could I like them," Michael said and threw them in the trash. "I'm going to kill the designer for being incompetent," said Lauren. Michael squinted his eyes at Lauren, and it was clear that his face showed anger. He unleashed his werewolf powers, and a single hand motion from a distance sent Lauren flying.

I want to understand what is happening to me? Confused look passed from one face to another, but no one is in a hurry to answer. “Ar, I don’t think anyone can explain it better than you,” Leo said with irony in his voice. “Yes, and we are all interested,” he added with a sneer. Lily looks at the frozen man. - Right of the wolf. I used the Right of the Wolf,” Anar says in a hoarse voice.

Michael sneered. "I have my wolf now," Michael said, sounding like he was informing Alpha Roland rather than reminding him about it. "So no need for this. She is human, and I am a wolf. I am sure I can handle a stubborn little human," he said, rejecting the handcuff. "Anyway, thank you for your assistance. I will deliver your message to Alpha Damien. The Quarterly Alpha meeting comes off soon. I will do well to communicate location and time once Alpha Damien decides," Michael said, still holding me by my arms, not at all affected by my little struggle to free myself. He was like a wall.