Baron Corbin Lone Wolf Novels & Stories

as he quickly stepped back raising his hands in defense. “I didn't get to change you myself, although I wanted to but I had the pack nurse do it I promise.” “What did you mean by you have warriors chasing after them?” Zayn exhaled, running a hand through his hair. “This might be hard to understand for now, but… I am a wolf, the alpha of the Shadowcrest pack and you my dear are my fated mate. I have waited my whole life for you.” He paused, his eyes scanning my face for any sign of understanding.

His wolf was named Xavier and he was quick to anger, but never cruel. Clayton is my best friend and that’s why when we had enough members he made me his beta. Our numbers were big enough that a beta was essential. Although we aren’t big enough to warrant a gamma just yet we are having new people join all the time and our family just continues to grow.

But that’s where the similarities ended. The scent profile was off. She couldn’t know how many wolves were in her territory. That made no sense. Whoever they were, their scent told her they were a lone wolf, and not a rogue wolf. Often the names were confused by those not of the wolf persuasion. A lone wolf was a wolf without a pack. They may live with other lone wolves in a loose-knit group. A rogue wolf is a wolf who’s lost their ties to all other wolves, and loses their ability to feel compassion, guilt, or remorse. They’re the supernatural world’s monsters. The criminal elements, it’s underbelly. They will do anything for their comfort and enjoyment. Murder and mayhem are nothing to them

she whispered. - Where is he? asked Rhona's father, Mert. "He was left lying where the other dead wolves were," Reid replied coldly. "Trent hired people to capture me and Lark." They kept us in a hangar where Trent boasted that all these years Friend had been loyal to him and not to the new alpha. He knew about everything that happened here. We managed to escape. I saw Morgan one against six. With a syringe in the neck. And behind him lay Fred.

“In return, may I know your full name?” I pursed my lips. “Barbara.” Justin waved his hand in front of my face. “That's only the first name. Incomplete!” I hold back the feeling of wanting to scratch his face. I said with teeth bluffing, “Barbara Alexander.” Someone cleared his throat. I lowered my arms and turned around. The wolf boy who was still grinning looked at me. His gaze fell towards Justin. “Get a date, Bro?” Justin snorted. I stared at the wolf-shifter boy with a disgusted expression.

Alexander seated in his throne with legs crossed as he gazed on the clan members below him. They were all laughing and celebrating because of the success in their bombardment to the L.A headquarter. Not only that, they were able to capture potential men and women who will be used in dealing with the their clan activities. Just then the door suddenly opened that made everyone froze and tilted their heads into the entrance door. The representatives of the other two factions made their grand entrance with the leadership of Sam Well , the second Boss of the Black Wolf's faction. Alexander noticed a young boy being carried by Melo, the new representative of the Fary Wolf Clan faction. He noticed

"That poor pup is as good as dead meat. Bobby is a fierce ex-shadow warrior from the elite wars, and every swipe of his claw is fatal. Anyone his teeth target is already buried six feet under the dirt." Cora hesitates, her fingers twitching over her mirror stone, wondering if her wolf should call Lydia Hale for pack backing. But what my tongue says next makes her doubt her own ears. I speak very casually, "My wolf is not in a great mood under the sun today, so my tongue would advise your boots not to push your luck in my forest." Bobby's eyes gleam with dangerous fury. "What did your mouth just bark? Say that text again." I let out a small chuckle. "I said, get lost. My paws are not in the m

I bellow. Corbin sighs and leans forward, resting his elbows on the desk in front of him. “I can assure you, I seem like the bad guy, but I am not. I understand my actions have spoken much louder than the words I am speaking. But I truly have the best in mind for the werewolf world.” “Explain to me how attacking me and taking out my pack helps you achieve your goal.” “You are important,” he says as if it’s the clearest answer ever.

He said trying to convince her. "What! I mean don't you think it's too early." Annie said looking tensed "It's okay they would have to accept my choice because I have given my heart to you already," Jessie said with confidence. Jessie was also a werewolf from the black moon pack, his father is the alpha of the pack. Jessie was raised in a wild way his dad would always say to him "you are the son of an alpha and one day you will rule over when am no longer alive. And in other for you to be able to govern your people, you need to be wild my son".

And waiting there— Corbin’s army. Larger than expected. Heavier. Disciplined in a way that came from years of obedience and fear rather than trust. Six hundred wolves stood in formation, still as stone, watching us approach like an inevitability they had already decided the outcome of. At their center stood Corbin. Massive. Scarred. Unmoving. He stepped forward alone. The distance between the two armies felt like a held breath. “Last chance,” his voice carried across the field. “Surrender. End this now. I will be merciful.”