Boris The Wolf Novels & Stories

“You misunderstand me. I apologize for the rough gestures from my men. They didn’t exactly have a choice as you have been hiding too well. I’m Alpha Rowan.” His eyes widened, his mouth agape. “Rowan Hargrove? You are a werewolf?” He takes me in with genuine care and respect, “Hargroves are the longest existence of Werewolves in San Zero. I, myself believed it was a myth, I’m honored to meet you, Alpha,” He slightly bows. I waved him off, “Feel free, I’m in need of your help.” He chuckles sarcastically, “My help? I can’t possibly imagine why someone like me would be of help to you, Alpha.”

He loved coming to the casino, not to gamble, the supply of liquor, always managed to put a smile on his face. Wolves who had an issue with shifting or who haven’t found their mate, tended to drink. Sex wasn’t good enough for them because the only women they could fuck were humans, and their holes were too small to accommodate our fat cocks. Frustrated to the point of madness was not an understatement. No, we needed mates. For some reason their holes were bigger and could satisfy us completely. Yet, Winter never had this issue. In some ways he was the perfect one out of us three.

With only seconds to recover and get my paws between me and the now large brown wolf that was on top of me. I was sure that was it. There was only so much I was going to be able to do in this position. A very bad position to be in, might I add. My paws dug into his chest, pushing him back only inches as his jaws snapped at my throat. A deep growl rolled through me as I dug my claws in deeper, hoping to cause enough pain to get him to back off even a little. That was all I needed in order to get out of this position. And then, just like that, he was gone. A large black wolf I had never seen before slamming into him, shoving him off me. The black wolf taking him by the throat and showing no me

I had hope that it wouldn't just happen now. But like every other year, at this point I would wish that my name wasn't my name. I would wish that I wasn't Allison Bush, the last air of the Bush who actually is the only one that turns into a full wolf on a full moon. I was trying to run from that and some other things.. But then again, you can't run away from yourself!!

As I pushed open the door, the crisp night air washed over me, carrying with it the haunting cry of the wild. My eyes widened as I realized what I was hearing. It wasn’t the horses in the stables, it was the howl of a wolf, and it was close by the stables and the main house, making me wonder what had caused the animal to drift off. Wolves never came close to humans or cities unless it was lost or potentially hurt. Fear mingled with intrigue as I followed the sound, my eyes looking at the edge of the property. Moonlight bathed the landscape, casting an ethereal glow on the rolling field and towering trees. And there, in the distance, silhouetted against the night sky, stood a lone wolf, grey

If you allow me, I will take you home on the back of Arrow, my dragon. - I must take the boat to shore and send my two men home first. - while we pack, you can do that. But are you leaving now? You've just arrived. I was going to make you a special dinner. - King Boris, I thank you, but you know how it is. I'm a werewolf with two mates. If it's difficult to be away from one, imagine two. - Yes, I remember the last time I saw you. – Boris says between laughs.

"Hey Boris, are you still upset?...huh?. I said, poking him from where he was seated quietly inside my mind, trying to force him to talk to me as I missed my wolf dearly. "Don't talk to me and leave me be, you do not deserve my majestical presence." He replied stubbornly. "C'mon Boris, you still haven't forgiven me, I miss your tortures and insults very very much, so please please forgive me..." I pleaded. I knew my pleads would put him in a better mood, he was a proud wolf and only that would make him step out of wherever he was in my mind to have conversations with me, especially when I pissed him off.

I suppose they warned their pack members to stay away from the cold-blooded vampires visiting today. We walked inside a big building that looked a few centuries old but well kept. After walking forever we reached a big redwood door. Two beautifully engraved wolves were facing each other and howling to the moon. Boris stopped walking, making our escort halt too. They eyed him then the door without saying a word. He didn't pay them any attention. He just looked me in the eyes for a long minute, then put a soft kiss on my forehead. This was his answer.

"Feral wolves don't get angry. They just react. If you can focus your rage on something specific, you stay human." "What do you focus on?" "My daughter. She's eight years old. Lives with her mother in Brighton. I haven't seen her in eighteen months." Boris's voice is rough. "I focus on seeing her again. On being there for her birthday. On surviving this place so I can go home." "Does it work?" "So far. But it's getting harder. The silver's making everything harder." Boris lies down. "You've got four more months. That wolf they executed? He made it six. You're at three. Odds aren't great."

She could easily guess he was an omega in his pack. He roared with bloodshot eyes as she laughed at him. Jackson had run Into a corner as the wolf in front of him was bigger and looked stronger than his. Their colleague was frightened to death and was about to dial the police through the phone on the counter. Lucia gave Jackson a sign and he immediately hit a large frying pan on the girl's head. She fell to the floor. The wolf roared again while he gathered his strength. Without warning, he launched at Lucia, biting hard on her shoulder.