Baron Corbin Lone Wolf Novels & Stories

“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

Corbin instructs his sister. In the darkness, we fall into step behind Robyn. “We heard noises outside camp. Growling, howls?” “My wolf had some crazy dreams. I guess my wolf tracked you without me realising,” making a mental note to thank my wolf. Corbin nodded like it wasn’t bizarre to find a naked alpha spending some wolf-time in a different pack. “Sounded pretty bad, we came out here looking for wounded animals. But you seem fine. We’ll get you some clothes. Are you hungry?"

It never crossed my mind that he could be a Rogues. Baron’s eyes looked different, it had taken on a different color, blazing orange. “Finally, we get to meet one on one.” He signaled to the other wolves to back off. “What do you want? I don’t want to hurt you.” I threatened, my hands aimed on him. Baron raised his hand in the air, with a cynical look on his face. “As a warlock, we both know that you can’t hurt me. However, I can do this…”

No, she will fight, and if she must, she will forge alliances in the shadows where the violet moon dare not reach. Her path is clear, though perilous. The only one who could possibly stand against the might of Alpha Wilson and the Redbone Pack is the one who lurks in the heart of the Amazonian Rainforest, a place where even the bravest wolves fear to tread. Alpha Cortis Reynold, the Black Mamba of Javari Valley, a name whispered with reverence and dread alike. It is said that his teeth are venomous and his heart is colder than the darkest night. The stories tell of his dominance, his hunger for power that rivals that of any wolf in North America. If there’s one soul in the world who would re

“Boss searched for your information, Rebel, and there’s only one wolf who can give it to you.” Rebel nodded. “Tell me.” “Walker Solomon.” Rebel stiffened. Walker Solomon was likely the only rebel wolf on the North American continent who Rebel didn’t have under his thumb—and the one wolf he refused to deal with. The owner and proprietor of a supernatural casino near Amarillo, Texas, Solomon was a rebel werewolf and businessman. Aside from being Rebel’s only rival, Solomon was the craziest bastard Rebel had ever had the misfortune to encounter.

, two of which were currently facing off at the central compound that connected all the houses. "Hey, what's going on?" "Hey! Get outta my way I said I wanna see what's happening!" And here comes Carlos of the midnight wolves, a fan favorite among all his housemates, he is THE Predarian to have your back during a fight. He usually represents the 'pack' when his older brother isn't around. "Whoaaa, it's Carlos Grey. Looks like he's coming over to make some trouble. What should we do, Miss Evelyn?" A lanky looking white suit came walking to the scene all slow and nerdy, adjusting his glasses as he did so.

Waylon glared at Kaeden, “Kay, you mate no bear he wolf! No lie to him!!” Kaeden sighed and placed his hand on Waylon’s shoulder, who tensed but didn’t freak out, “Yes Waylon, my mate is a werewolf. It was a figure of speech. What I am trying to say is that you shouldn’t be afraid of Corbin. Corbin has everyone’s best interest at heart and he is only like this because he needs to be, if everyone is carefree all the time and everything is done without thinking of the consequences, do you think we’d be called the strongest pack in America?”