Best Of Wolverine Novels & Stories

"Do you really think that they'd have the guts to fight with you?" I was disappointed when I heard this. I was feeling mad all over again. What was wrong with them? Why didn't they just fight with me the way I wanted them to? "So, do you want to fight with me?" I asked him. I really needed to vent all of this anger that I was feeling somehow. I didn't mind if I was going to vent it on my best friend. He smirked and shook his head. "You know that you have an advantage over me. There is a big difference between a werewolf and a lycan after all." he reminded me.

Leon and Dom where stood in together with their bloodied hands touching. “Kill them all.” I heard Hunter scream as he seemed to writhe on the ground in pain. I watched at the rogues across the small field all shifted at once and charged towards us. Seconds later, Leon's men shifted and moved like a finely tuned unit. My view sudden was obscured and I looked to see a beautiful golden wolf standing in front of me, growling. “Shannon?” I whispered, and the wolf turned and gave a small bow of her head. Her wolf was enchanting and the way her fur moved reminded me of swirling liquid gold.

She said, sounding disgusted. "What I do is none of your business, mother." I cautioned her. "It is when it affects our well-being and the future of our pack. The pack your father, my mate, left in your hands," she said. "Besides, the pack is beginning to doubt your leadership skills. You cannot be a good Alpha without a luna. Since the beta family are your cousins, then the gamma family is the next best place to get your luna. You know mating with someone from McCain's pack is out of the question, and if your fated mate was in our pack, you would have found her. Genevieve is the strongest female wolf in our pack." She stressed.

“Were you actually enjoying my story?” “Of course, you’re an amazing storyteller. That was absolutely riveting,” Carter said. “The Alphas, the other packs. Regular werewolves who do their bidding. What else? Why is Balfour called a Beta?” Eric settled back. “Well, regular wolves make up most of the pack. But Betas are the best of them. Balfour is the best, strongest and wisest Beta any pack has ever seen, honestly. He’s been with the Cross family for decades, since before the great war.” He said with admiration. “And then there’s omegas.”

Plus he also has the advantage of wolf speed, not just me but even Xavier could not beat him to defeat, not unless Xavier has his wolf with him. "My. My. My. What a miracle. A she-wolf." He said dramatically. Oh no he knows. The situation was really getting worst. Meanwhile, I didn't know how to handle it. Neither could I run nor scream. I hated how helpless I was. Oh Moon goddess, please help me!

The peoples we deemed fit to know we were more than a children’s bedtime story or a history lesson were good about keeping us a secret, but still carefully watched. As it stood, the overwhelming Wulver presence in Snow Moon resulted in more than I would like knowing we existed. It made sense on the surface. Snow Moon was the largest pack with morals that most closely aligned with what us Wulvers stood for, and had unknowingly become the brawn we needed when our numbers lacked. Their Alpha was a very fair and just leader, lacking the temper and irrationality most alphas were known for. What he lacked in unnecessary combativeness and ego he made up for in unfettered respect. But I wasn’t about

The armies kept trying and when they were not able to make a scratch at the two beasts, they decided to retreat, but they could not as Iron was already alive, and he was standing by the road, where stood as the only road they were supposed to pass, he stood and forceful pulled out the last arrow by his chest, and just as said by the priest, the arrow wounded his heart, and that turned around and made him love violent always. He was more than a werewolf his eyes were blazing like fire, the little girl now a dragon, had wing, she must have been a dragon before, and many that went toward the exit were burnt by the fire, the warriors tried all they could, but their strength was not enough, and j

I asked. “You’re not just rare, Danni. You’re the kind of power that resets the board. Wolves will follow you. Enemies will hunt you. And the laws that protect everyone else? They don’t fully apply to you. You’re not part of the system… You’re what breaks it, if you choose too.” Joel explained. “White wolves are the first. They are the pure, they are not restricted to the things we are. Regardless of rank.” Luka added. “Rank?” I asked

Margot nodded. She sat. Fenris turned from the window. His gray eyes met hers. Something flickered there. Surprise. Concern. Something else. "Ms. Wolfe has been with us for three years," Margot said. "She is one of our rising stars." "Is she?" Dante's eyes swept over Raven. "You look familiar. Have we met?" "No," Raven said. "I do not think so." "The gala." Fenris's voice was quiet, controlled. "She was at the gala."

“Is that… a Patek Philippe Aquanaut Luce? The minute repeater edition? Limited to five pieces worldwide? Three million dollars?” Gasps rippled through the crowd. Under the bright lights, the luxury watch on my wrist shimmered with understated opulence. Mia covered her mouth exaggeratedly, as if she had discovered something terrifying, but her eyes gleamed with malicious excitement. "Evelyn, you are the ex-wife of the CEO of Smith Group. How could you do something so shameful!" Mia clutched her own wrist, drawing attention to her smaller rainbow-series model. “My flyback chronograph here is an authentic thirty-thousand-dollar piece. If you want, I could help you get a cheaper, genuine one. Yo