Chained Wolf Novels & Stories

"Dumb ripped my shorts off me and started pushing up my sweatshirt and was groping me. Dirty unbuttoned his pants and told me to open my mouth. Dumb got really excited and grabbed me by my hair and pulled me off the ground. He said open wide you're gonna get a mouthful. Dirty shoved his dick in my mouth. Something inside me snapped a d I screamed No in my head and I bit down as hard as I could and ground my teeth together. I felt his skin break and tasted blood so I jerked back my head and felt his dick go limp and a chunk was in my mouth. I spit it out and said 'Who else wants to be dickless?' I was furious that they wanted to rape me and so was my wolf." "My wolf said 'Celly, let me have c

“What can I say? I talk when I’m scared, angry, or nervous.” Jason fought with unrelenting fury, and for a moment, I let him handle the chaos. But then I saw it—at the back of the camp, chained to a wall, were a massive white wolf and a woman, both covered in blood and mud. My heart dropped. “What the hell?” Their ankles and wrists were bound in enchanted chains, and an enormous icicle pierced the wolf’s head. Blood trickled from a dark green javelin embedded in its side—a sight more terrible than I could bear.

The cocky redhead who had trapped me in this nightmare snarls at me, his face only inches away, “I would like an answer.” I don’t reply, I just blink at him, waiting. Frowning, the teenage wolf asks his question again. “How do you like my chains?” He repeats, clearly frustrated. The witches who crafted them assure me that it would be impossible for even the strongest alpha to break them. Spelled Titanium. Neat trick.” His bright red hair glows in the torchlight of the cave. We are alone, although the remains of what must have been a pack meal are evident with the smell of burnt meat and the appearance of broken bones scattered near a large fire burning in the center of the cave.

) Collins: (Sometimes, being too understanding just makes it easier for the high Alphas to push your jersey against the boards. Denise: (Do you want to know why my wolf came around? It’s not that I’m some saintly creature from the peaks, but it’s because Chloe is completely ruined now. The fire took her skin and she will never carry a clean mark again. She has to live out her winters with that scarred face. If my wolf looked like that in the glass, I wouldn't survive another sunrise. Her roster spot won't be any warmer than ours was.) Collins: (A wolf who runs a crooked trail always finds a thin patch of ice at the finish line.)

Rex took a deep breath, grabbed the doorknob, and opened it. Inside the room was a cold, stone dungeon. In the far corner a dark wolf was chained to a wall in a dark corner of the room. "Take one more step and I will be forced to strike." a deep growl came from the shadows, rattling the walls of Rex’s mind. "Don't you recognize me? I am your human, Rex. I'm sorry for not asking sooner, but what is your name?" He asked the wolf. "My name is too good to pass your lips. You disrespected all wolves by selfishly using the Blood Spell for your own personal gain. Now I have to think about everything I do. It's very exhausting." his wolf voiced his frustration.

The wolf from my dream was here. It was physically here. It was massive, with glowing blue eyes. He looked pissed. Monica shook next to me. “Holy fuck…. I can't do this!” Monica's voice was laced with fear. She dropped the knife she held at my side. She turned to flee. Before she got the chance. The black wolf pounced on her. Chad was nowhere to be seen. Of course, P.O.S. The wolf growled in her girl's face. Monica began sobbing. I couldn’t let her die.

The homes were theirs for times when they were called to duty at the wall. The Elite consisted of the twenty original clans who swore allegiance to our family. They were those who fought and bled with us, hunted down by shadow hunters until we finally found sanctuary at the Blood Shade. Everyone else – guards, scouts and the lodgers – came only after the wall was built and Cora’s spell was able to provide permanent protection to the Blood Shade. “Where do most of the human slaves stay?” “Aside from the beauties that we keep at our homes for our entertainment, all the humans stay at Black Heights.” Lucas’ eyes twinkled at the mention of “the beauties”. My brother always had quite a penchant f

I lived in the Council Pack which is the smallest yet most elite pack on Celeste island. For years I wasn’t even sure if I had a wolf. I told myself if I didn’t have a wolf then I would move to Beldoore with Aunt Judy. I knew I was going to get my wolf later than everyone else because I’m a half breed. Most werewolves get their wolf around twelve or thirteen. I was fifteen. A late bloomer as my dad would so lovingly put. I was simply happy to have my wolf Selena. She’s a pretty light grey wolf with hints of white especially on her paws and tail. I wish she wasn’t so down and out, but I can’t blame her. The change hasn’t been easy for either of us.

THERESA I jumped onto the enemy wolf, trying to get a good hold of his back. I latched my claws to his body as if he were a piece of rock I was climbing. Thick blood stained my paws. He bucked, but I kept hold of him, riding him as if he were a wild bronco. Nausea bubbled in my stomach. The wild ride was not mixing well with the wolfsbane that was still in my system. I swallowed back the vomit and tightened my grip on him. I would not give in to the wolfsbane or to him. I had to keep him away from Nikolai. It would be far too impossible to fight two wolves at once. Especially such big and trained ones as these. Alpine Snow Pack had certainly not sent their runts out here.

They would be nothing but rags once the fight was over. When the fast transformation was over, two wolves stood in the ring. Chloe was a sleek, sandy-brown wolf with long, thin legs and a narrow snout while Darren was a massive, dark grey wolf with a thick neck, broad chest, and heavy paws that dug deep into the dirt.