Author Michael Wolff Novels & Stories

I told him, hoping that this would stop him from thinking that he needed to run again. Another growl now came from behind me, as I noticed that Michael’s eyes were widening, and I knew that it had to be Easton now standing behind me. Turning around I saw his massive wolf with his eyes on Michael and it was clear that he wasn’t liking the fact that I had my hands on Michael, but he was in for a rude awakening because I had a piece of my mind to say to him.

Michael, on the other hand, was a mere pretty-faced individual who was not manly enough for her. Pigs would probably take to the skies before she would ever be attracted to Michael! "Yes, of course…" Michael smiled awkwardly. He glanced at Leon, who stood beside Ariel, and his expression changed as he remembered something. "Isn't this Mister Wolf from by the president's department?" Leon was surprised because he never expected a company executive to know about him despite only being in the company for two days. "Pleasure to meet you, Mister Duvall. I'm that same Leon Wolf from the president's department..." Leon smiled cordially and reached out to shake hands with Michael.

Whatever made the director happy. Michael was indeed very happy. W-17-D was by far his best product made yet. The boy was fast, smart, strong, and agaile, and he would sell for a hefty price when only fifty remained. The perfect combination of man and wolf, Michael was almost tempted to buy the boy himself as his guard dog. Eventually, when they were all sold, he would have to make more, and who better to show them their purpose and protect them than a former experiment?

“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."

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 .