Baron Corbin Lone Wolf Novels & Stories

“Lady Minthe, pack law states that rogue wolves found within border territory—“ “Corvin.” I keep my voice level. “He is the size of a large house cat and he has been lying in a frozen forest alone. Whatever your feelings about rogue classification, I need you to look at him and tell me with a straight face that pack law is the relevant consideration right now.” Corvin looks at the wolf. The wolf, apparently sensing that his fate is being debated, makes the small sound again. Corvin’s expression does the thing that decent people’s expressions do when they’re trying to maintain a position that their conscience has already abandoned. He picks up his medical bag.

The two of them just stared at each other, and I was, standing there like the odd one out. The last two years had been kind to my brother. No scars, no missing limbs. His ashy blond hair tied back into a low ponytail, right at the base of his neck. Clean shaven as always, a golden tint taken to his skin. Lean, and dorky in appearance, but still able to hold his own in a one on one. “...mate…” They both just said, in a very unison tone. My guess is the wolves were going insane inside their heads.

light.The figure stepped forward, and as the shadows parted, Timbre gasped. It was an ancient Alpha, his presence commanding and terrifying, yet there was a gentleness in his gaze that surprised her.“You are the key, Timbre,” the Alpha spoke, his voice echoing through the trees. “The power within you is not yours to command. It is ours, the legacy of those who came before you. But with it comes a great responsibility—a choice that only you can make.”Timbre felt a chill run down her spine. “What choice?”The Alpha’s expression softened. “To save him, you must give yourself to the power fully. Only then will you understand what it truly means to be the Lone Wolf. But know this—once you embrace

Ten years, and my wolf was dead inside me. Kieran crouched. Not to help me. To look me in the eye while he decided how I’d die. “Do you know why lone wolves don’t survive, Aria?” His voice was low, gravel and winter. Up close, I could see the scar that cut through his left eyebrow, earned in a war with the Northern Claws. He was twenty-six. Had been Alpha since eighteen. I shook my head. My throat was too dry to speak. “Because weakness is a disease,” he said. “And I cut disease out of my pack before it spreads.”

Jax's POV Later that day, I went to the tree line to meet one of my scouts. A young wolf named Corbin who had been with me for three years. He was loyal. Quiet. He didn't ask too many questions. "Ride to the edge of Selene Voss's territory," I told him. "Deliver a message. Say I need to speak with her. Privately." Corbin's eyebrows went up. "Selene Voss? She's been trying to get your attention for years."

Duncan slammed his hand on the table again, breaking off that part of it. " Enough!" He thundered. " Mind your tongue. Or I will mind it for you. You are not my father. And I am not your son. You will never be my father! And I will never be your son!" Alpha Lahey of Ezra said nothing yet. He just watched everything with thoughts going through his mind. Ezra was the second most powerful wolf kingdom, thanks to Azra. Though, Ezra had secured their place through a bargain. " What do you want, Duncan?" Alpha Lahey finally spoke, rubbing his hands together.

There was a pregnant pause as their leader considered the woman who had brought misfortune back into their midst for a long instant. However, the gray wolf spoke not a word to the volatile red-haired witch, but turned instead towards her companion. His brow, still marked with his disapproval for what had transpired in his absence and for the issue of the Rogue’s very presence there. The Lycan issued a sigh of seemingly residual disappointment and exasperation as he asked, ‘Why are you even here, Luther?’ The answer, a long and complicated history that Luther seemed reluctant to share for fear that it would fall short of an acceptable excuse. He averted his eyes from the Lycan who had posed t

Allison's POV "How are they?" Walking into the room, I asked Tiana. "They were tranquilized to sleep. Two of them..." She shook her head dejectedly. Sighing I nodded. All my years as Luna, this is the most difficult part of the job. Having to console a wolf who lost their partner. It is a feeling that I hope to never experience. Some weres are never able to heal from such and they end up being aggressive. "Where are they?" I asked referring to the weres that have shown aggressive tendencies.

My wolf who has been asleep for so long woke up , tugging at me to attend to what I was feeling, and that pissed me up more than ever, my wolf is weak, I can feel it, it will take time before he adjusts to everything again, even though he has been ignoring me for so long, It felt good to have him back. I knew I have to find the voice and do something about it, the faster the voice gets out of my head the faster I can get back to my business. I have coke here to relax, not here to safe anyone whatsoever, but since Bolt, my wolf was nudging me on, there was no way I can ignore him, so let get this over with.

Makai asked. There's only a handful of wolves that were strong and crafty enough to even attempt something of this magnitude. Only ONE wolf who fit the bill: Jo of the Rogues. That's strike 2... "We must gather the Council and court together. I know who's doing this, and I pray I'm not too late. We will all suffer if I can't get to him before I lose my wolf to the human within." Rex sprinted off to the Council Chambers, Makai fast on his heels.